God Descends the Second Dimension

If you want to say it, you have to say it frankly. In fact, Wang Hao didn't intend to hide it from everyone, because he is also a member of Muse, and everyone is a partner recognized by each other.

For things like dubbing for games, Wang Hao can also use the excuse of practicing to control the voice, and let the muses go to the recording studio to dub.

But this seems a little too shameless. With Wang Hao's moral bottom line, he still can't do this kind of thing. At least he never thought of using these innocent girls. Support, not to mention the existence of both sides can still be called friends...

Although his funds are a little tight now, 50 billion yen seems a lot, but last time he gave Ye Qiushan 30 billion yen as the first batch of funds for Danmaku, as well as the acquisition of Undead Chuan Library and the recent Yukino Some of Yang Nai's actions also consumed a lot of money.

At present, he still has nearly 20 billion yen left, but in Wang Hao's plan, this amount of money cannot last for a long time.

But even so, Wang Hao will not force Muse and others, if it is not possible, he will hire a professional voice actor at worst.

However, in his opinion, every member of Muse has an excellent voice, and with a little polishing, he can become a qualified voice actor, because every member present has the potential to become a qualified idol .

And Wang Hao believes that Muse is really suitable for dubbing the characters in "CLANNAD".

"What are you talking about, Mr. Hao?"

Kosaka Honoka frowned and said, Wang Hao smiled wryly when he heard the words, "It's true, your usual training is probably a waste of time, I didn't think carefully about this..."

"That's not what I meant!"

Kosaka Honoka blushed, and interrupted Wang Hao's speech anxiously, which made him a little confused and depressed, "If everyone is worried about the voice actors, then don't worry too much about it , I will go to a professional."

Kosaka Honoka shook her head, and said seriously: "What I want to say is that every member of the Muse is a team, and Hao-kun's affairs are everyone's affairs. How can we sit idly by? So please Don't say such depressing words again!"

"Well, just like what Guoguo said, Mr. Hao's affairs are everyone's affairs!"

"That's right, Mr. Hao usually helps Muse a lot, so we have to help Mr. Hao!"

"I will help Haojun!"

"Hao-jun, don't forget that you are also a member of the Muse, meow!"

"Stupid Hao, when did you become so indecisive, mother-in-law? You're not handsome at all!"

"Where did that majestic and righteous Wang Hao who preached to me a few days ago go?"

"Hao-jun's hypocrisy is not like the mysterious tenth person of the muse."

"Huh, anyway, you can barely be considered a member of the Muse. Kindness, generosity, and willingness to help others are the qualities that a qualified idol should have. Just accept everyone's kindness honestly!"

The answers from the nine girls caused Wang Hao to remain silent for a moment, and lowered his head slightly so that everyone could not see his expression clearly.

After three seconds, he raised his head again and looked at the girls with a slight smile, and said, "Thank you, then I will trouble everyone next."

Nice to meet you all.

"Hmph, thank you, we accepted it unceremoniously, but things are definitely not as simple as you think, Mr. Hao. Next, we have to invite everyone to dinner. We want to have a big meal! A big meal!"

Kosaka Honoka patted Wang Hao's shoulder lightly, and Yazawa Nicole nodded as a matter of course, and continued: "I heard that you are a local tyrant, so everyone's salary should not be forgotten."

Wang Hao didn't care about these at all, and waved his big hand boldly, "No problem, the salary is what it should be, let's go to the restaurant, I will treat you today!"

"Oye!!"×n

Chapter 340 The Second Heavenly Dynasty Wang Rendao

In the capital, in an ancient courtyard, the sky is gradually turning yellow, and the sun is setting. The light scattered in the courtyard is reflected on the lake in this small courtyard, which has a special charm.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a little white hair on his temples, wearing a black robe worn by an ancient Confucian scholar, who looked about 40 to [-] years old, with a face as gentle as jade but still majestic, was sitting on a chair in the gazebo Fine tea.

The tea in the teacup is very particular, the royal brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian special grade Yushiba, the market circulation price is [-], but this middle-aged man with a warm complexion like jade tastes it as if it were ordinary tea. Can't see any facial expressions.

For those who can live in this courtyard... no, it should be said that they can live in this special and small area, it is a very special symbol in itself.

Perhaps people who regard money as dung in the eyes of ordinary people are considered to be able to live in this area, of course, there are one or two money fans who are considered exceptions.

The Royal Brand West Lake Longjing Mingqian Premium Yushiba, a middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe can taste it like drinking plain water, because although the price of this thing is relatively expensive, it is still easy to get in the market.

Of course, there are even rarer things in his house, eighteen old Longjing imperial tea gardens.

A few years ago, the price of a good Mingqian Longjing was about 5 yuan per catty, which means that the Longjing outside the eighteen trees.

As for these eighteen trees, 400 buds are picked from each tree, and a total of 7200 buds are picked. They can produce about two taels a year. It is no longer possible to talk about prices. It can be said that even if you have money, you can’t buy them. Rare stuff.

This kind of rare stuff is a special agricultural product for special people, and only a small number of people can drink it in the entire Nuo Da Tian Dynasty. It just so happens that the middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo in front of him is one of them.

In fact, this rare thing sounds very precious, and of course it is, but when it arrives in your hand, it does not have such a bright and beautiful packaging as outsiders think. It just picks up a little bit from that place in a film plastic bag, or takes rice paper. Wrap it up for you, the packaging is very unpretentious.

Even for the middle-aged man in black Confucian robe in front of him, he won't get too much. There are better tea leaves on it, such as the mother tree Dahongpao on Wuyi San, but there are only a few of them. Wei and his family's old man can taste it, even he has to stare blankly.

"Homeowner."

At some point, a strong man in a black suit came out from the corner of the yard, knelt down on one knee facing the middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo, bent deeply and lowered his head.

But the middle-aged man didn't seem to hear this sentence, he was still drinking tea, and he put down the teacup after a while, when the bottom of the teacup collided with the table, there was an indiscernible soft sound, and the ears of the strong man in the suit trembled slightly , but heard this sound that is impossible for ordinary people to detect!

When the soft sound disappeared completely, and the middle-aged man in the gazebo didn't turn around, the man in the suit still didn't raise his head, but said in a respectful voice, "Young master is over there recently. It has already begun to take action, and has created literary works that have swept neon, and I took a physical book from over there."

"Go on, I'm listening."

The middle-aged man sitting in the gazebo finally replied, but he didn't have any intention of turning around.

Seeing this scene made Li Dashan heave a sigh of relief, and took out a hardcover book from his arms and put it beside him.

Originally, this book was still not on sale at Neon, but as Li Dashan, it was still very easy to get a copy in advance, and this is also the Chinese version that was quickly printed out there.

He continued to sort out the information collected in the past few days, quickly organized the language, and said: "At the same time, the young master also published his own comics in the weekly jump magazine these days, and it seems that the progress is a bit...not smooth, and currently only The Poison Island family is the same as before, and the other families with a weaker foundation chose to leave separately, and the young master has no intention of pursuing it."