From White Box To Supervision

After all, Aoi Miyamori was still ill, so she took the medicine and fell asleep immediately after eating.

Zhang Beichuan planned to go back to Musashino. On the one hand, he brought his work home to deal with it. On the other hand, he had to return the car. Musashino only had two public cars at the beginning, and then set up the second production department to buy them again. I got one, and Zhang Beichuan was about to change.

However, Zhang Beichuan wants to buy a car of his own. His current funds can be said to be more than enough. However, if he can afford it, he cannot afford it. The price of a car in District 11 is high, as long as he does not buy that kind of luxurious relative It is very cheap, but the problem is that the maintenance cost and parking space cost in District 11 are really very high, and because of the geographical location, most of them are imported oil, which also leads to high oil prices.

Therefore, so many people in District 11 love to be trams and bikes to work. In addition to their national atmosphere, the other main thing is that they can't afford a car, but it is too luxurious to buy a car. These prices are not as good as sitting Trams are cheap.

Outside, the rain was still falling, but it was much lighter. After driving to Musashino, Zhang Beichuan skillfully walked into the house.

The one who collided head-on was Jun Cheng Haruko.

Jicheng Haruko was stunned for a moment, and said, "Supervisor Beichuan, you are here."

"Well, by the way, did you take it in Zhongcut?"

"Take it. It's at Paddy-senpai's place."

"Row."

When Zhang Beichuan heard this, he left.

Walking into the house, inside, Shuitian Zhiyu was working. When he saw Zhang Beichuan walking over, he asked, "Senior Beichuan, how is Director Gong Sen."

"It's just a fever. After taking the medicine, I'm lying at home and falling asleep."

"It's fine." Shuitian Zhiyu nodded, and suddenly handed over the painting in his hand to Zhang Beichuan.

"Senior Beichuan, take a look at this."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Beichuan was slightly curious, took it over, looked at it, and frowned slightly.

"This... Who drew this? There are a lot of mistakes. The lines are not very good, and there are even mistakes in details."

Shuida Zhiyu said helplessly: "This is the middle picture of this kid Yuki Kawamoto. The painting is completely incompetent, and the number is very small. Only the most basic eight pictures have been completed."

"Call them all back and repaint them."

Zhang Beichuan said without hesitation.

The intermediate painting is not a job that can be casually done in the past, nor is it a job without skills. Although the threshold for intermediate painting is relatively low, there is no need to consider motion design like the original painting. However, it requires the ability to grasp the line, understand the track, the understanding of the movement trajectory, the most basic understanding of the spatial structure, and the speed. Qualified animators should make self-understanding of the received original animation instead of mechanically drawing the line in the middle of the two lines.

From this, these advantages are completely invisible.

Zhang Beichuan is a little irritable. These newcomers are completely incomparable to the previous productions. Whether it is experience or attitude towards pictures, they are not rigorous.

"I also have this plan to report to you."

"You are reviewing it again. If you are not satisfied, call them back and repaint them."

Zhang Beichuan said angrily: "You are observing his performance, he can't do it like this, persuade him more."

"OK."

"I'll talk about the specifics tomorrow. I'll take the storyboard and go back to draw the original painting that I didn't paint in the afternoon."

Mizuda Zhiyu said: "Senior Beichuan, Director Hayabusa Watanabe has already transferred Seniors Yasuhara and Yumi Iguchi to us, you don't need to support them alone."

"Well, I see, but there are still four chapters left in the backstreet task, so let's finish it in one last go."

"I understand."

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"What? Repainting again?" Kawamoto Yuki was a little desperate after receiving the notice.

"Well, all of these have to be called back and repainted."

"Why! I don't believe that these can't be used at all." Kawamoto Yuki blushed and said unconvinced.

"Lines, misplaced positions, and all kinds of mistakes make it impossible to undertake the heavy responsibility of the intermediate painting. Also, this is not what I said, but what the supervisor said. You can find him for details." Shuida Zhiyu conveyed After he finished speaking, he left without talking to him.

"But, I don't want to paint this, I want to paint the original painting."

"Find a supervisor to apply for yourself." Shuitian Zhiyu's voice came, and he had already left.

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After taking the storyboard, Zhang Beichuan took the tram home, but he stopped at the convenience store below the community.

Walking in, he bought some daily necessities, washing powder, shampoo, etc., as well as snacks. Aoi Miyamori likes sweets, and his favorite is donuts, but now he can't go to Kichijoji to buy them, only I can buy some simple donuts here, but the taste is definitely not as good as Kichijoji's.

Besides, he just bought some oden, which is usually sold in convenience stores, and he also bought some beer.

When he came to Miyamori Kui, seeing that she was still sleeping, Zhang Beichuan quietly walked out of the room, went to the living room and put the donuts on the table before returning to his home.

He was about to finish his meal. He opened the beer, took a pitiful mouthful, and took a mouthful of Oden-style skewers, which contained tofu, shredded konjac, and white radish... very delicious.

After eating and resting for a while, Zhang Beichuan came to the table to draw the original painting.

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The next day, Zhang Beichuan came to Musashino, and was greeted by Yuki Kawamoto's resignation letter, probably a young man. For Zhang Beichuan, he was always unwilling to admit defeat. For him, Zhang Beichuan admired him very much. Talent, but it can be said that he is very dependent on his own talent. He only thinks about the original painting~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and ignores other aspects.

"Have you made up your mind?" Zhang Beichuan asked, "I will hand this over to the president, so there is no room for any changes."

"Thank you very much for taking care of me during this time." Yuki Kawamoto bowed.

When he said this, he didn't mean to change.

"Okay, I see." Zhang Beichuan accepted the letter: "I'll give it to the president later to ask a personal question. Do you have any plans for the next arrangement?"

Yuki Kawamoto hesitated: "Not yet."

Zhang Beichuan smiled: "I know you want to paint original paintings, but it's not overnight, you don't have the strength yet, I'll give you a phone number, this is an outsourcing company, if you don't have a plan, you might as well try it out, of course , if you don’t like outsourcing, you don’t have to make a phone call, you can decide for yourself.”

After speaking, Zhang Beichuan gave him a number.

"Thank you." He took it.

Watching him go, Zhang Beichuan laughed at himself: "Do I look like a demon who can force people to leave?"

Ask yourself, Zhang Beichuan has never had a strict attitude towards a newcomer like Kawamoto Yuki, but he is too eager for success, and his attitude is a big problem. It's just that in this world, you can't just rely on a hot head. Anyone who can do anything casually is young.

You have to be polished by the society. You can only adapt to the society, not the society adapting to you.

When I just graduated, I did not know how many companies I applied for.

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