Setting sail, embarking on a voyage, hundreds of ships, a massive naval battle, cannon fire raging amidst fierce waves, and finally, a triumphant return.
After Xing Baohua finished speaking, Director Wang nodded and said, "Good idea. I've thought about the plot you described, and Zheng He's voyages to the Western Ocean seem the most suitable. Give me three million, and I'll film everything you want."
"..."
"Damn it?" Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Forget three million, I don't even want to spend three thousand. I should have just hired an editor. The director only wants to shoot original content for you."
"Old Wang! You can use animation?" Grandpa Li suddenly said.
Xing Baohua was pleasantly surprised. Animation? That's a good idea! If we can't film it, we'll draw it!
I just don't know if we'll make it in time.
"Director Wang can also direct animated films?" Xing Baohua asked.
"He was originally an animation director, but something happened later and he stopped participating in production," said Grandpa Li.
Xing Baohua thought to himself, "Thank goodness we didn't make a live-action movie! It turns out Director Wang has never made a live-action film before. Luckily, he didn't have the money; luckily, times have changed. Otherwise, if he had invested, he would have lost a fortune. This Director Wang, asking for three million right off the bat—is he even in the age of deception yet? He's already started deceiving people ahead of time."
Director Wang gave Grandpa Li a disapproving look, as if to say that he was being nosy.
Xing Baohua asked, "What happened to him that caused him to be unable to film any movies?"
Grandpa Li chuckled and looked at Director Wang, his smile a little mischievous.
Director Wang didn't seem afraid of being criticized, and turned his head to the side.
Mr. Li said, "He once met a girl when he went to other film studios for inspection. The girl couldn't get any roles at the film studios, so she begged him to give her a screen time. Later, when she found out he was an animation director, she took it to the leaders."
Xing Baohua thought to himself as if he had just heard a bombshell: "This is the early days of the 'undercover' scheme?"
"I didn't do anything, but nobody believes me," Director Wang said angrily.
Xing Baohua somewhat believed this. Like him, he had the desire to steal but not the courage; it was just that this era limited him.
"Director Wang, how long does it take to produce the animation?"
"About a year?" Director Wang said after thinking for a moment.
"That's too long. How about three months?" Xing Baohua frowned slightly and said, directly shortening the timeframe.
Seeing Director Wang shake his head slightly, Xing Baohua angrily said, "I just want a six-minute film, don't give me any more ideas for a feature film. With a monthly salary of fifty yuan, can you at least find me an animators? Find ten animators to work on it together. I refuse to believe you can't finish it in three months!"
Director Wang nodded and said, "We can look for one, but this location won't work. We can go back to the provincial capital, rent a place near the Academy of Arts and Crafts to use as an office, and have students work during their free time. They'll be scrambling to do it for twenty yuan a month."
Director Wang's idea pleased Xing Baohua. It would be great to let the students earn some pocket money through part-time jobs; this could be done directly in cooperation with the school.
It costs little but gets things done, that's what I'm looking for.
Set a time to return to the provincial capital and have Director Wang prepare the script and other plans.
In fact, Xing Baohua didn't know that making animation was not simple. It seemed to have low costs, but the cost gradually increased when equipment was used.
"Teacher Li, do I have two more pieces to finish?" Xing Baohua said to Grandpa Li.
"Get lost! I can barely handle these two songs, and you want two more?" Grandpa Li said angrily.
"Three songs, and there's also Katyusha."
It's only because Grandpa Li has a good temper that he didn't actually go looking for bricks.
Well, since Grandpa Li wasn't willing to fix it, Xing Baohua went back to the repair shop and continued tinkering with his broken computer.
The factory secretary walked into the factory director's office with a report in his hand. After reading it, Director Li said, "You believe this?"
"There's no girl's testimony either; it's all just what other people said. What if there's a misunderstanding? Wouldn't that be a frame-up?" Director Li said as he returned the report to the factory secretary.
“That’s what I think too, but it’s better to investigate some things first. We’ll feel at ease if there are no problems,” the factory secretary said.
"Don't we have enough things to do at our factory? Let's put Xing Baohua's matter aside for now; production comes first." With Director Li saying this, the tone was set.
No matter who investigates Xing Baohua, the factory will try to stop them. Production comes first, and protecting Xing Baohua is the priority.
Now, as long as Xing Baohua doesn't do anything reckless, no one can touch him.
The United States, far across the ocean.
George looked at the letter Xing Baohua had given him, which contained some appropriate instructions.
After reading the letter, George suddenly felt that Xing Baohua was like a greedy and insatiable capitalist. Not only did he want the technology, but he also wanted an additional 1 million.
This number was something George never even dared to dream of. However, it excited him, at least giving him room to negotiate.
He immediately made a phone call and summoned his two other colleagues to discuss the matter together.
The three discussed the matter at George's house.
"Hey guys, what do you think? What Xing confessed to?"
"He seemed perfectly normal before, how come he suddenly seems like he's gone mad?" Brier said.
Petermont laughed and said, "I like working with madmen. Only their crazy ideas and bold thinking can make them successful. Haha, we can just wait to make a fortune."
George asked with some concern, "The motorcycle side might not agree."
"How will you know if you don't try?" Petermont replied, shrugging his shoulders.
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