When Fan Zhe woke up, it was still dark outside, the computer screen was still lit, making the office blue.

I rubbed my face, squinted my eyes and looked at the lower right corner of the screen. It was four o'clock in the morning.

He still remembered that when he drew his pictures until two o'clock in the evening, he was so sleepy that he thought of lying on the table for a while, but he didn't expect to fall asleep.

He had a dry mouth, so he walked out of the office, drank a sip of water, and urinated, feeling much more energetic.

After losing sleepiness, Fan Zhe simply sat back to the office and continued to draw the concept design of "Special Events Task Force".

Cartoon-style works are simple to make, but they do not mean they are simple to design.

On the contrary, in contrast, works of this style require a more ‘design sense’. If you don’t want the audience to feel that this work is a shoddy thing, then in many places, you must make the picture expressive more sufficiently, and work harder in composition, color and shape.

After finishing the protagonist's character design, Fan Zhe has already started to design the concept of the entire animation.

This is a completely different style from "Full Time" and "Assassination Team". Fortunately, Fan Zhe considered himself one of the best original artists in this country. During his college years and after work, he had extensive contact with various art styles.

He is confident that he can handle it.

The night passed like this.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the company's people came to work 66.

His door was knocked again.

"Come in."

Tang Zhiqi pushed the door open and walked into the office, seeing bloodshots in Fan Zhe's eyes.

She first reported on the follow-up of the tax refund policy, and finally, she couldn't help asking: "Mr. Fan, did you... not go back last night?"

"Ah... I forgot the time as I painted."

"You should take care of yourself too. You also had all night before yesterday, so your body couldn't stand it."

"Yeah." Fan Zhe agreed.

Tang Zhiqi knew that her boss had not listened to her words, so she couldn't help but sigh. But she didn't want to say anything more, so she could only turn around and leave.

"Hey, wait."

Tang Zhiqi turned around.

"Call me... and call Sun Yilang in."

"OK."

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

"Boss, what's the matter?"

"Sit." Fan Zhe said, turning the display screen for display in a direction and facing him.

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

"Well, I plan to do it, how do you feel?"

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

"Rick and Morty" (d                                                                                                                           

The so-called adult animation should not be misconceptions. It is purely because factors such as bloody pictures, the way of displaying values, dialogue, etc. are all very large in scale, and some of them even have a satirical meaning of social phenomena, so it is called adult animation.

But no matter what, this is an excellent work with a very large mind and large scale.

When Fan Zhe was designing the "Special Events Task Force", he found a lot of inspiration from this work.

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

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

This kid was not an honest man back then.

Fan Zhe and Sun Yilang met during offline communication in an art group. At that time, Sun Yilang had just graduated from Sichuan Mei and started working not long after he started working. He talked about how trash his master was, and how he could fight against him.

Simply put, Sun Yilang is just a thorny person.

However, being a thorn head requires ability. He has good skills and has a lot of art styles he has learned. He is a more creative person. Sometimes, he is not a fool to criticize his boss.

Of course, after reaching the 'Dimension Entertainment', he didn't get up very much. Except for being a little more active at work, he didn't sing any opposite. The main reason is that the colleagues working with him, Mile and Luo Qi, are not inferior to him. As for Fan Zhe, a boss with a very high level, he was even more convinced.

After chatting about the style of the entire work, Fan Zhe said: "I made some concept design drawings last night. You can take them to see them. It feels like it is almost done, so I will make a few pictures. Let's take a look at them. Let's work together to do the preliminary work first and lay a solid foundation. At that time, I will ask you to take a few people to come out of the "Full Time" project and do this."

"Well, okay. The boss still understands me and knows that I don't like to draw pure and beautiful things. They are very flat and have no meaning at all." He was quite eager to try.

"Go to work quickly, finish the work you have, and then put it into this project as soon as possible."

"Okay." Sun Yilang agreed and said again: "But, although I like this style of things more, it's right... Let's be honest, as far as I know, there are not many people in China who make this type of things. This style is too niche. Does anyone really see it when it is made?"

There is another hidden worry he didn't say: in Fan Zhe's statement just now, he also learned a little about this work. If you really want to talk about the scale, the original novel may not be smaller than "Rick and Morty".

Such things... in the domestic situation, they may die due to some force majeure.

"You don't have to think about it anymore, go to work."

"Well, boss, you just have a good idea in your heart."

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

He was so sleepy now.

He picked up his bag and prepared to leave and go home to sleep before coming over.

As soon as he stood up, the door of his office was knocked again.

"Xiao Tang?"

"Mr. Fan." Tang Zhiqi pressed her long legs against the door, holding a bag in her hand, which contained hot soy milk and buns.

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

"Um."

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

Just as I was about to be polite, Fan Zhe cried in his stomach.

I stayed up all night yesterday and had nothing to eat, and it was indeed time to be hungry.

He smiled and took the breakfast from Tang Zhiqi: "Thank you."

"I should do it, I am your assistant."
Chapter completed!