The Fantasy Entertainment Empire

Chapter 50 Special style

When Fan Zhe woke up, it was still very dark outside, and the computer screen was still on, making the office look blue and blue.

Rubbing his face, he squinted his eyes and looked at the lower right corner of the screen. The time was four o'clock in the morning.

He still remembered that when he drew pictures until two o'clock in the evening, he was so sleepy that he wanted to lie down on the table for a while, but unexpectedly fell asleep.

With a dry mouth, he walked out of the office, drank some water, peed, and felt much more refreshed.

The drowsiness was gone, Fan Zhe simply sat back in the office and continued to draw the conceptual design of "Special Events Task Force".

Cartoon-style works are easy to make, but it doesn't mean they are easy to design.

On the contrary, in comparison, works of this style need more 'design sense'. If you don't want the audience to feel that this work is a shoddy thing, then in many places, you have to make the picture more expressive, and you have to work harder on composition, color and shape.

After finishing the character design of the protagonist, Fan Zhe has already started to draw the concept design of the whole animation.

This is a completely different style from "Full Time" and "Assassination Squad". But fortunately, Fan Zhe considers himself one of the best original painters in this country. He has been exposed to works of various art styles during college and after work.

He's confident he can get it done.

The night passed like this.

At nine o'clock in the morning, people from the company came to work one after another.

There was another knock on his door.

"Come in."

Tang Zhiqi opened the door and walked into the office, seeing Fan Zhe's bloodshot eyes.

She first reported the follow-up status of the tax rebate policy, and at the end, she couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Fan, didn't you...did you go back last night?"

"Ah... I forgot the time while I was painting."

"You also need to take care of your health. You stayed up all night the day before yesterday, so your body won't survive."

"Yeah." Fan Zhe agreed.

Knowing that her boss didn't listen to her words, Tang Zhiqi couldn't help sighing. But she couldn't say anything more, so she could only turn around and leave.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Tang Zhiqi turned around.

"Call...call Sun Yilang to come in."

"OK."

After a while, Sun Yilang walked into Fan Zhe's office.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Sit." While talking, Fan Zhe turned the display screen to face him.

After looking at the picture, he quickly became interested: "New project?"

"Well, going to do it, how do you feel?"

"This style is very special." Sun Yilang said, "It's a bit like "Rick and Morty". I quite like it."

Rick and Morty, an American adult animated science fiction sitcom series that follows in the footsteps of mad scientist Rick Sanchez and his impressionable grandson Morty Smith, showing them Fantastic experiences of family life and interdimensional adventures.

The so-called adult animation, don't think wrongly, it is purely because of factors such as the bloody picture, the way of displaying values, the dialogue, etc., the scale is very large, and there is even a part of the irony of social phenomena in it, so it is called adult animation. of.

But in any case, this is an excellent work with a huge brain hole and a large scale.

Fan Zhe found a lot of inspiration from this work when he was working on the design of "Special Events Task Force".

To be honest, although these two works are not of the same type, there are indeed many similarities in many elements.

After hearing Sun Yilang's words, Fan Zhe smiled and said, "I knew you would like this kind of stuff."

This kid was not an honest person back then.

Fan Zhe and Sun Yilang met in an offline communication in an art group. At that time, Sun Yilang had just graduated from Chuanmei and started working not long ago. Every day he talked about how rubbish his main artist was, and how he went against him.

Simply put, Sun Yilang is a thorn in the side.

But being a prickly head requires skills. He is very good at his skills, and the art styles he dabbles in change a lot. He is a relatively creative person. Sometimes, when he sprays his boss, he doesn't mean to.

Of course, after arriving at 'Dimension Entertainment', he didn't raise his head very much. Apart from being a little more active at work, he didn't sing much against the tune. The main reason is that the colleagues who work next to him, Mi Le and Luo Qi, are no worse than him. As for Fan Zhe, the boss with a high level, he was even more convinced.

After chatting about the style of the whole work, Fan Zhe said: "I made some conceptual design drawings last night, you can take a look at them, and if you feel that they are almost ready, make a few. Do a good job and lay a solid foundation. At that time, I am going to ask you to bring a few people out of the "Full-time" project and focus on this."

"Well, good. Boss still understands me and knows that I don't like to draw such pure and beautiful things, which are very flat and meaningless." He was quite eager to try.

"Go to work quickly, finish the work at hand, and then devote yourself to this project as soon as possible."

"Okay." Sun Yilang agreed, and then said again: "But boss, although I prefer this style of things, it's true, but let's be honest, as far as I know, there are not many people in China who do it. This type of thing, this style is too niche, will anyone really watch it?"

There is another hidden worry that he didn't mention: he also got a little understanding of the work of the Special Events Task Force in Fan Zhe's talk just now. If we really want to talk about the scale, the original novel might not be smaller than "Rick and Morty".

Such a thing... Based on the domestic situation, it might die due to some force majeure.

"You don't need to think about it, just go to work."

"Well, boss, you just have to make up your own mind."

After Sun Yilang left, Fan Zhe yawned and rubbed his eyes.

He was so sleepy right now.

Lifting the bag, he was going to leave, go home and sleep before coming back.

Just as he stood up, there was another knock on his office door.

"Xiao Tang?"

"President Fan." Tang Zhiqi leaned against the door with her long legs, holding a bag in her hand, which contained hot soybean milk and buns.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Fan, are you ready to go back and rest?"

"Um."

"Eat something before you go, I'll buy it for you."