Immersive Script Experience Master

In the coffee shop, Kamiya Mingichi, Dongdou Hai and the person in charge who came to communicate about copyright matters were deadlocked.

The person in charge feels that these screenwriters are very proud. If the price is too low, the other party will definitely feel insulted and turned against him, but the company is only willing to pay 200 million yen at most, and he must win the script, so he said before coming. Get ready for a tug of war.

In his imagination, this should be a confrontation between you and me, and he must stabilize before the other party speaks.

Kamiya Mingyi didn't know the size of the company he led this time, but he was very satisfied with 200 million, and now he just wanted the other party to send money quickly.In his cognition, this meeting should be a direct quotation from the sponsor's father with a big wave of his hand, and then he complied calmly.

Dongtanghai knew that this company used to be an old and well-known company in the industry, and his disciple Mingichi was an honest and good boy. Wait for the two to speak.

The three of them looked at each other, expecting that the other party would speak first, making the silence even more awkward at the moment.

The person in charge pretended to look at the young screenwriter casually. From the outside, the other party was not a mean person, but he was by no means easy to talk to. This negotiation was really as difficult as he thought.

In the end, he still couldn't bear the pressure and opened his mouth first: "Our company appreciates Mr. Kamiya's script very much. The current asking price is 200 million. What do you think?"

"I agree."

"If you have a problem with the price...huh?"

The person in charge suspected that his ears had misheard.

"I don't know when you are going to send the money?" Shen Guming raised a bright smile.

The person in charge was in a daze until he came out of the coffee shop.

"That's the end?" he thought incredulously.

Mr. Kamiya was so talkative, the person in charge remembered the conversation just now.

Because the other party was so straightforward, the person in charge couldn't help asking Mr. Kamiya: "Don't you really think that this price is an insult to your work?"

Mr. Kamiya's expression at that time was simply unforgettable.

Since the young screenwriter sat across from him, he showed a calmness and a sophisticated look that didn't match his age. Only after he asked this sentence, did the other party's face show an inexplicable look of whether to smile or not. Grim expression.

"I don't think it's an insult."

Thinking about it now, Mr. Kamiya is really a very pragmatic person.

If there is a notification tone, you will definitely be able to hear the reminder of Favorability 11 on the person in charge.

According to the discussion, the animation of the Millennium of the Blood Tribe should be the first to start.

Anyway, if the script is sold, they can do whatever they want.

Shen Guming just waited for the other party to send money.

Since the first script can be sold, shouldn't he think about what to write in the next script?

Shen Gu Mingyi was walking, a strange man ran over, his appearance was very ordinary, the only unusual thing was the suture on his forehead.

It had to be smashed open by someone to have such a mark.

"Excuse me, do you know how to get here?" The man asked shyly.

Shen Guming glanced down, "I don't know."

"Ah, sorry to bother you."

The man smiled apologetically, and immediately went to ask other people.

Kamiya Ming could hear the other party's voice as soon as he walked far away.

Ask for directions with a blank note, no wonder you get beaten up.

......

After pasting the flyers with recruitment information on the blackboard placed at the entrance of the alley, Mingyi Kamiya felt that his shop finally had the feeling of a milk tea shop.

The happiest thing is that the No.20 batch of goods crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally reached his hands after many obstacles.

When the boss called him that night, he was so happy that he almost cried.

"Ming, if you don't arrive again, I will wonder if you are cursed!"

Kamiya Mingichi seriously thought about whether he should check with Gojo Satoru, but since this guy became a teacher of Jugao, he seldom came to him;

Xia Youjie didn't know where he went, and Shen Gu Mingyi hadn't seen him since the last time.

The lives of the three seem to be getting further and further away, but in fact it's nothing. Kamiya Ming has been used to parting for a long time, but it's just that he can't ask Gojo Satoru for help.

In order to thank the boss for failing so many times and persevering, Shen Gu Mingyi made ten cups of milk tea and prepared to send them to the trading street at night.

Trading Street is far away from the urban area, and it is inevitable to pass some abandoned buildings on the road.

This is an old abandoned hospital.

Shen Guming appeared in a ward the next second he passed the hospital gate.

Strange patterns were drawn crookedly on the surrounding walls, and there was only a seat in the middle of the empty room. Other than that, the space was palpitating, and the smell of dust was mixed with a disgusting smell.

He thought for two seconds and was sure that he had encountered a supernatural event.

"Ghost hitting the wall?"

He tilted his head, trying to figure out the current situation.

The surrounding air began to become heavy, he didn't "see" anything, but he already felt something appeared beside him.

This feeling... curse spirit?

The curse spirits surrounded him, their big eyes full of small doubts.

Why isn't he afraid of this person?

Conjurer?Not a conjurer.So why is he not afraid?

Low-level curse spirits don't have the brains to think too much, and curse spirits who are disturbed by confusion give up thinking and are going to continue to follow their instincts—cursing.

"Wait a minute." Kamiya Mingichi was sensitive to the changing atmosphere.

The mantra looked at the human's movements in bewilderment.

Faced with so many curse spirits, the weak human sat calmly on the only chair that looked very strange.

"The environment is not bad, do you want to hear me tell a story?"

When the minds of the curse spirits were confused, they heard a faint voice tell the story of a fishing village swallowed by the deep sea.

Sacrifice, summon, die.

The human's speaking speed was steady, and the tone was not intense, but it gradually caused the body of the curse spirit to boil, and the huge and ugly body began to disintegrate, twist, and then reassemble.

The magic power also boiled up, and in the eyes of the magician, the whole sky was covered with a foul breath.

If there is a conjurer standing here, he must be able to see the biggest source of pollution sitting there.

The moment Shen Gu Mingyi walked out of the hospital, everything was calm.

It was just to delay the time to think about the way to save himself. After he finished telling the story, the curse spirit around him disappeared.

By the way, what did he just say?

Shen Guming frowned in thought.

On the top floor of the hospital, the man I met during the day was standing there watching Naruichi Kamiya.

One question bothered him.

How did a heavenly and cursed owner who couldn't use spell power walk out intact from being surrounded by nearly a hundred low-level spell spirits?

......

In the second week after the job posting was posted, Mingichi Kamiya received the first applicant.

Looking at the black-skinned brother sitting across from him, Kamiya Mingichi felt a rare embarrassment.

Why was it released so quickly?

Since he was released, it should mean that he is not a bad person.

After the two of them sat in silence for a while, Kamitani Mingichi bit the bullet and said, "Our salary is relatively small, and relatively, we are not very busy."

After he spoke, the smile on Heipi's face became brighter: "Well, this is just right, can I go to work somewhere else in the spare time?"

"of course can."

"That's great," the black-skinned brother Amuro gritted his teeth with a smile, "In the future... please give me your advice."

The company that took over the script of "Thousand Years of the Bloodline" was once one of the best in the industry, but the industry has become more and more sluggish these years, and it has also declined.

This time I bought "Thousand Years of the Bloodline" because I wanted to take advantage of the popularity on the Internet, hoping to save the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

The whole company has put a lot of effort into this planning, and strives to be the best in all aspects.

But soon, they discovered that the script was not as easy to do as they had imagined.

At least a lot of money will be spent on the fighting scenes. As an original script, there is no advantage in competing with so many animations based on the original work, let alone make do with it and make it rough.

No money.

Everyone was so worried that their hair fell out.

Even the boss had the cheek to try to solicit sponsorship in person, but he still hit the wall again and again.

Looking at the half-finished animation, everyone's mood is very desperate.Do you want to give up?

As soon as Shen Guming heard about this, the alarm immediately went off in his head, and his 200 million was wasted like this?

This doesn't work.

"Don't worry, I'll think of a way."

After hanging up the phone, Kamiya Naruichi immediately called Gojo Satoru.

"Golden thighs...ah, no, Wu, how are you doing recently?"

"I heard it."

"..."

"Call me golden thighs, right?"

Gojo Satoru, who had just come out of the high-level meeting of the magic world over there, suddenly felt relieved from his heavy heart. He listened to a muffled "hmm" from the other side of the phone, and tried his best not to laugh out loud.

Obviously he was about to burst out of laughter, but Gojo Satoru purposely said in a sad voice, "So I'm in your heart, that's all."

The original intention was to tease the other party, but unexpectedly, a friend's serious answer came from the earphone: "Enlightenment is very important to me."

"Even if I sacrifice my life for you one day, I will not regret it. It is my luck to know you."

After all, if it wasn't for the house given by Gojo Satoru, Kamiya Ming would probably be wandering around the world as soon as he arrived, it would be miserable.

Gojo Satoru listened quietly, for a long time, then smiled softly: "Your heaven and the sequelae of the curse are not good."

Because of the lack of emotion, he always likes to hit the straight ball or something.

......

Zhongyuan Zhong also blocked the enemy in the alley and stepped on the enemy's heart.

It happened that two girls passed by outside, and they were excitedly discussing the plots of the recent popular comics.

"This is definitely love! Speaking of which, the fanart of Carter is really beautiful!"

"Yes, that's right," one of the girls hugged a poster in her hand, which was the fanfic picture that went viral on the Internet, "Naka, your wife is so cute, she's mine now!"

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was in the alley, also frowned, raised his foot and kicked the person aside, and walked straight to the front of the two girls, who were frightened by the hostility of the two girls.

robbery?

The face that was reddish due to excitement was now pale with fright.

Zhong Yuan Zhong also said in an irritable mood: "What did you just say?"

The two girls looked at each other, then stuffed the comics in their hands, together with the posters, to each other, and then ran away.

Zhong Yuan, who was stunned, twitched his eyebrows. After taking it off, he stared at the poster and fell into thought.

Who is this?