Best wishes for animation production

Production progress is a very hard position. This position not only has to manage the specific progress budget, but also is responsible for a lot of trivial matters. It also has to bear pressure from all aspects. The complaint Gu Xue heard in the toilet that day was about production progress. The epitome of the situation.

This is a situation where Mihara Chisa has experience and is relatively strong. Even if the staff is dissatisfied, they only dare to hide in the dark and say a few words. Although her strength and unreasonableness are annoying, it does bring some convenience to her. If the production were to be carried out in another way, under such a situation where performance supervisors are messing around, if you don't have a big heart, it will easily collapse under the pressure of many parties.

Therefore, for this position of production manager, you can either stick to it, or you will leave after working for a while.

Even if they can keep on with the production, there will be times when they feel like they want to die, because they work harder than the animators to some extent, and staying up late is commonplace.

There are a lot of people like Chisa Mihara who collect and send cards late at night.

Because time waits for no one.

Drowsy driving is also normal.

It’s no longer news that many production workers collapse on the road due to fatigue. There is even a special word to describe this situation.

If it falls down just during the production process, it is a "failure".

If the outsourced original painting or mid-cut animation falls together with the production process, it is a "Xianjia Shovel".

The statement is a bit nonsensical, but it really speaks volumes.

Chisa Mihara is awake now. Her current condition is not considered the annihilation of the Xie family property, because it is more serious.

The strong wind blew the original paintings in all directions, and the rain soaked all the original paintings. All six cards were unusable.

Drawing on paper has many advantages, but also many disadvantages. The biggest disadvantage is that it is fragile, and there is no backup before scanning.

Just five minutes after leaving, Chisa Mihara knocked on the door again.

The man stood in the corridor, looking at Chisa Mihara who was bent over and in a state of embarrassment. He calmly listened to the story and was not angry. Instead, he said in a slightly worried tone: "Would you like to take a shower here first? Change into something clean." Clothes, please wait a moment, I’ll wake up my wife.”

"Mr. Bowen, no need." Chisa Mihara lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly, and her voice was very low.

"..." Mr. Bowen, who was about to turn around, stopped, smiled bitterly, understood what the other party meant, and said softly: "I had a good habit, but it's a pity that you were too impatient. Although I still have the picture in my mind, But I can’t guarantee that I can draw it again, when is the deadline?”

"Before midnight." Chisa Mihara's voice became softer.

"..." Bowen showed a troubled expression, "I still have two difficult fighting cards on hand that need to be completed, and time is also very tight. I..."

Chisa Mihara, who bent down, did not speak, but lowered her head lower.

"Let's do this." Bowen sighed, "I will contact you after I finish those two fighting cards. If you still can't contact anyone to draw them, I will try my best to draw them. The quality... can I even finish it? I can’t guarantee it, I can only say that I will do my best, and you also need to find an original animator Qing Eryuan, time is really tight.”

Chisa Mihara pursed her lips and said hoarsely: "Thank you."

Water droplets flowed down her cheeks, fell to the floor, and broke apart. She didn't know if they were rain or something else.

"Now change into clean clothes at my place..." Bowen said softly, but was interrupted mid-sentence.

"Thank you." Chisa Mihara thanked her hoarsely again, straightened up suddenly, and turned around so quickly that the shiny things in the corners of her eyes were quickly thrown away.

"Wait a minute, that painter in your company is very good. I heard that the young girl is almost done with the work at hand? You can..."

Bowen slightly increased his volume, intending to come up with an idea. It seemed that he was not very confident either.

But Chisa Mihara couldn't hear anything anymore and rushed out of the door without even taking an umbrella.

outside the door.

The wind and rain were still strong, and Chisa Mihara walked on the road despite the wind and rain.

Thank you, no, don't bother me. I will consider it. Please don't cause trouble to others.

Every word he said echoed in his mind, and the one that appeared most frequently was the sentence "It doesn't have to be so troublesome" when he refused to send Bowen out just now.

Chisa Mihara clenched her hands into fists, and her nails were deeply embedded in her flesh, but she didn't seem to notice.

How did you feel when you said that? What right do I have to think that others are nosy, and what right do I have to think that I am enough?

It looked so ugly just now, crying and begging others, and when you refused help from others with an impatient look, did you ever think that something like this would happen? Why do you still have the nerve to beg others?

He talks to himself and refuses help from others, and then talks to himself and asks for help from others. So why did he behave like that in the beginning.

Don't cause trouble to others by telling others, but in the end it is you who causes trouble for others, so who has the problem?

What happened to me?

Chisa Mihara stood outside the car door, asked herself, then sniffed sharply and opened the car door forcefully.

Then he drove towards the company at a speed that others would surely advise him to drive slower.

The roar of the car engine even drowned out the loud noise caused by the pouring rain.

Return to the company safely.

Chisa Mihara got out of the car and trotted back to her seat. Her body was covered with mud and water stains, which really scared her colleagues who were still in the office. However, everyone hesitated and exchanged glances. Thinking of the other party's usual appearance, they chose to remain silent and did not step forward to ask what happened.

Chisa Mihara couldn't care about them anymore. She put her mobile phone, which had been damaged by water and could no longer be used, by the table. She relied on her memory and started making calls on the company's landline.

Her voice was soft, but what she said was heard by many people.

No one put on an expression of gloating. Everyone was an adult and their emotional intelligence was not that low. Many people even showed expressions of sympathy, but how many of them were sincere is unknown.

I made several calls in a row and got similar answers. Some people were already asleep and were woken up. When they got up, they yelled at Chisa Mihara angrily, which roughly meant: Don’t you have a watch? Don't you care about the time? Do you know what time it is?

Chisa Mihara apologizes and then makes a request.

The response was stop joking.

After making the last phone call that she remembered in her mind, only one person took over her messy work, not all of it, just one card.

In less than twenty hours, a full six cards, an almost impossible task.

Mr. Bowen was just comforting himself.

Chisa Mihara knew very well that she started making phone calls as soon as she came back.

But even if it is just a card drawing, not many people are willing to take over the job, because everyone is in a similar situation to Mr. Bowen.

Chisa Mihara hung up the phone. Because her whole body was soaked, she felt colder and colder when the air conditioner blew on her. Her body began to tremble slightly, and she began to have a headache and dizziness.

Chisa Mihara tried her best to hold back her discomfort, lowered her head and looked at the table, trying her best to think of other people who might be willing to take over the job, but unfortunately, there were no more.

Finally, she raised her head and stared at the name of the original artist on the schedule on the computer screen. A strange flush appeared on her face, and she clenched her left hand into a fist.

Thank you to Lantern Grass under the Moon, The Fool's Ending, Book Friends 22247 and Kamen Rider for your rewards. Thank you.