Be Low-key in a Supernatural World

"Well, it's a game production company, but I haven't decided what to sing, maybe it's a character's support song, or maybe it's a game episode or something." Xiaoniao Youhuawu frowned slightly, wondering: "This time Partners seem to distrust the Internet very much, insisting on meeting offline to discuss cooperation details.”

"Oh, how much money did you give?"

"Yeah! The bid for this draft is quite high!" Xiao Niao You Hua Wu happily stretched out three white and tender fingers: "This time, the manuscript fee alone is 80!" [Note]

"Oh, amazing!" Furutekawa Kamami praised, and then asked: "But why did you stretch out three fingers? This should mean "180"?"

Xiaoniao Youhuawu looked back and forth, then snorted: "I'm happy to make gestures like this, what's the matter?"

Chapter 40 Deep Cooperation (4300)

"What do I need to do as a manager?" Furutegawa Kamimi changed the subject, and learned how to play the current identity by the way.

"Just leave it to me, you just need to sit next to me."

"Isn't that a mindless bodyguard? The agent should also have work to do, right? You can at least say a few things, don't worry, I will take care of it!"

"Hmm...then pick out the trap conditions that may exist in the agreement, refuse impolite requests, reject dinner invitations, and possibly over-contact... If you can help me out when I'm in trouble , it should be even better!" She thought to herself, "These are the things my mother usually makes, can Furutegawa do it?"

Guate Chuan Shenjian pondered for a while, and said cheerfully: "Leave it to me at ease! I promise that at least this time, no one can fool you!"

"Then I'll leave it to you! If you get stage fright then, I won't care about you!" the girl teased him.

"Stage fright? This thing shouldn't exist on me." The young man shook his head slightly.

Anyway, he's also a bounty hunter who slays monsters.

So, what is there to be afraid of?

Even if the partner of Party A this time is a big monster... that would be easier.

The navigation on the mobile phone sounded a reminder that the destination was about to be reached.

Kotekawa Kamimi slowed down and searched on the side of the road. When he saw the sign of "C-1Pictures Co., Ltd.", he turned on the turn signal and leaned over. He said casually, "It looks quite large."

Xiao Niaoyou, the co-pilot, also poked his head: "It seems to be a very young company, with only one game work, and it is not very famous yet."

The car stopped at the parking space at the entrance of the club, Furutekawa Shinmi opened the door, straightened his suit and sunglasses, looked around, and walked forward.

Xiaoniaoyou put on a peaked cap, a mask, and a pair of light-colored glasses in the car, and followed him with small steps.

As soon as Furutegawa pushed open the door, a girl ran out head-on and almost bumped into him. He dodged sideways, glanced, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The girl who ran out covered her mouth with one hand, and there were obviously tears in the corners of her eyes.

The little bird Yuhuawu behind didn't react, but was pulled by Gutechuan to avoid the ending of the collision.

She was startled, and looked at the back of the girl who ran away with surprise in her eyes.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here." Kotegawa Shinmi said softly, looked away, and looked inside.

The first floor is a small room, with only a desk at the front desk, and a large anime background with a logo printed on the wall behind the desk.

The sound upstairs was very noisy, there were footsteps walking up and down, and scolding... and, what seemed to be the sound of a girl crying.

Furutegawa Kamimi tilted his head slightly, with some doubts in his eyes.

Is this really a game production company?

He thought for a while, and asked the little bird Youhuawu next to him, "Did you hear the cry?"

Xiao Niao You Hua Wu was still thinking about what happened to the girl who ran away just now, she was stunned when she heard this, and said blankly: "No, I didn't hear anything."

"Is that so?" Guate Chuan saw that his ears moved, and all the voices he heard just now disappeared.

"It's a little bit strange..." Through his sunglasses, he glanced at the camera on the wall facing the door.

There was a hurried sound of going downstairs from the stairway on one side.

The two turned their heads and saw a young man with a cut head in a suit and leather shoes, sweating on his head, walking over hurriedly. With dark circles under his eyes, he first glanced at Furatekawa Kamimi's figure and attire in shock, and then Smiling all over his face, he bowed and bowed: "Hello, welcome to C-1Pictures. Are you here to discuss business cooperation?"

Furute Chuan Shenjian hummed, tilted his head slightly, and Xiaotiao Yuhuawu whispered a name in his ear.

With a low voice, he pretended to be more mature: "We have an appointment with Mr. Ma Fujiwara."

"So you have an appointment with the president? You're really rude!" The young man looked at Xiaoniaoyouhuawu with humility, his eyes lit up slightly: "I'm sorry, is it 'Master Qianwu'?"

Birdie nodded.

The young man looked her up and down, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes, and then praised without hesitation: "Sure enough! Everyone has said on the Internet that Master Qianwu is a very beautiful girl, and it is true!"

Xiaoniao Youhuawu smiled awkwardly, she was covering her tightly...

And because I haven't posted any photos of myself on the Internet, what she looks like and what her real gender is has always been a hot topic.

Furutegawa Shinmi stretched out his hand, full of oppression: "Hello, I'm a thug."

Xiaoniaoyouhuawu immediately gave him a soft hammer.

Under the terrified gaze of the young man, he changed his words: "Sorry, I made a mistake, I am a manager."

"You really know how to joke..." The young man forced a smile on his face, swallowed, stretched out his hand tremblingly and shook it, then quickly put it back, as if he was afraid of seeing Furute Kamimi's sleeve The tattoo below.

He raised his hand and bowed, "Please come upstairs, the president is in the office."

Furutegawa Shinmi strode forward and walked alongside him.

The young man subconsciously squeezed towards the corner.

Guatechuan said with a deep voice, "I haven't asked for your name yet."

"My surname is Tianshang, and I am the assistant to the president." Tianshang tried to squeeze a smile on his face, and his eyes were almost squeezed into small slits.

"Assistant Tianshang, a lady left in a hurry just now, what happened?"

Tian Shang's face became a little unnatural, but he tried his best to smile: "Please don't worry about it, it's just that some disputes have arisen on cooperation opinions, it's not a big deal."

"Really?" Furutegawa replied indifferently, this guy didn't tell the truth, but it doesn't matter, sometimes he has to say what he doesn't want to.

Hearing his indifference, Tianshang heaved a sigh of relief, and explained superficially: "Actually, it's just a small dispute. Since you are a manager, you should understand."

Furutegawa Shinmi didn't speak, and the sunglasses he was wearing exuded an invisible high-cold aura.

He knows a hammer, he knows.

The three went upstairs.

Furutegawa Kamimi glanced at the environment on the second floor. The second floor is a nearly [-]-square-meter studio, but there are only two rows of desks. There are about seven or eight people working intensely.

It doesn't matter what kind of work you do, anyway, you can see that you are very nervous.

He looked around and looked away.

None of them were girls, and none of them showed signs of crying.

He moved his nose, and despite the strong smell of freshener in the air, he still smelled a strange smell.

"Please wait a moment!" Tianshang walked quickly to the door of the innermost room, knocked on the door a few times, opened a crack, and squeezed in from one side.

Furutegawa Shinmi tried to listen, but unfortunately he didn't hear anything.

He gave up and turned to look at Xiaoniaoyou Huawu, who was turning her head to look at those people working at their desks, she whispered: "It's so strange, such a big game company, how come there are only so few employees?" What about it? And there doesn’t seem to be any game equipment…”

"What do you mean?"

"Even for a small game company, dozens of employees are still small. After all, the workload of a game is beyond imagination..." She analyzed: "My mother and I have also been to small game companies before. , have seen their size and vibe."

"Is it a company that only accepts outsourced work?"

"There are too few people. Although this is the North District, it is also Tokyo! To maintain the normal operation and revenue of such a large company, this amount of work is far from enough! Even if you take a step back, you have to If this is the case, then why did they ask me for a song draft? This is not their business at all!"

At this time, Tian Shang came out of the president's office, and the two stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

Tiangami squeezed a smile on his face: "I'm sorry to keep you two waiting, please go this way! The president has been looking forward to meeting Ms. Qianwu!"

Furutegawa Kamimi stepped up to follow, and brought the little bird Yukawu into the president's office.

Tian Shang stood outside the door and gently closed the door.

The moment before closing the door, Furutegawa Kamimi turned his head sideways. Outside the door, the few people who were working nervously just now were able to put down the documents in their hands, and they were all looking at him with complicated emotions in their eyes.

He withdrew his gaze, stood in front of the bird, patrolled the room, and moved his nose by the way.

The room is bright, clean and tidy, and there is no strange smell.

A fat middle-aged man in kimono was standing in front of the coffee table pouring tea.

He put down the teapot, with a smile on his face, and the fat on his cheeks also piled up. He leaned forward slightly, and his voice was very polite: "It's the first time we meet, my sire, Ma Fujiwara, please sit down! Please sit down, both of you!"

Kotori Kami and Kotori Yukamai walked to their seats.

Furutekawa, who is a manager, reached out and shook his hand. Although he was separated by a pair of sunglasses, Furutekawa could clearly feel that their gazes were really looking at each other.

Seeing that Furutekawa was naturally not afraid, the momentum in his heart slowly rose.

Mafujiwara's eyes were obviously startled, but his smiling face was restored in an instant.

The three are seated.

The manager tried his best to play his own identity, he took out a folder from the small floral schoolbag beside him, and handed it over with both hands: "President Shinto, this is roughly written by Ms. Qianwu according to the general requirements of your company." A little rough plan, please look over it first.”

Mafujiwara took it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and then praised it full of praise: "As expected of Miss Chigo, your creativity is great!"

"You have won the prize." Xiaoniao Youhuawu lowered his head slightly and asked seriously: "Mr. Mato, what kind of song do you need?"

"It's just an episode, and the specific information is here." Mafujiwara patted the file bag by his hand, smiling unabated: "Miss Qianwu's strength is beyond doubt, and I also believe that this will be a very pleasant cooperation .”

Xiaoniao Youhuawu was slightly taken aback, "You are interested, I will make a sample as soon as possible for your reference."

"It's not in a hurry. Our game production hasn't started yet, so we still have plenty of time." Having said that, Ma Fujiwara glanced at Furutegawa Kami, and said to Xiaotiao Yuhuawu: "This time, I would like to ask you Miss Wu came here mainly to ask Miss Qianwu if she is interested in in-depth cooperation with us?"

"I'm sorry, I don't sign the contract." Xiao Niao You Hua Wu shook her head and refused without thinking.

She just wanted to be a free singer, and her future dream was not to be a full-time singer, so she never considered signing with an agency, let alone a suspicious game company like this.

"No, no, no, of course it's not to sign you." The smile on Ma Fujiwara's face disappeared: "I just want to ask, are you interested in participating in this game development plan? If Ms. Qianwu agrees, I think Entrust all the episodes that need to be used in the game to Ms. Qianwu."

Xiaoniao Youhuawu was stunned: "Eh? All?"

A complete game needs more than a few songs, dozens of songs may be used.

Different scenes and different times require different tunes to reflect.