The team members would be happy to grin all day long. By noon, they all came to the restaurant, and they were all confused. Looking around, they were all things they had never eaten before.

Mr. Fengwei looked at his group of people and really didn't know what to say. He didn't feel embarrassed, but he just felt a little sorry for these children. Look at him as a capitalist, who also sells comics. Look at what he did, and then look at the Mingmei Factory under his control. Is there any difference?

Although it was not only him, the older generation was like this, and they were particularly responsible and willing to look for reasons from themselves. Unlike those shameless people, they always looked for reasons from others, such as Sang, who is like this.

"Weiping, come with me in the afternoon. Let's go and visit the host first and take a look at our new project." Old Master Feng Wei said to Zheng Weiping.

Zheng Weiping swallowed the noodles in his mouth and responded.

“Is Japanese ramen delicious?”

When Li Tao saw that Mr. Feng had left, he immediately asked.

Zheng Weiping said: "It tastes delicious and light!"

"Dan?" Li Tao was a little puzzled.

Zheng Weiping said: "It just tastes light. Didn't you see that I added two spoons of chili oil? It looks pretty good. In fact, the taste fades out. If you don't believe me, please try it?"

As he said that, he picked a chopstick for Li Tao to taste it.

After tasting it, Li Tao said, "Fortunately I didn't eat it. I was so clever. I chose the steak. I saw that there was no whole piece of meat. It was so delicious when I bite it, and it tasted very good."

Zheng Weiping picked up a small piece of cut by Li Tao and put it in his mouth and chewed it: "It's so delicious, it's really delicious. I'll finish eating the noodles later and make a piece!"

Now everyone knows that there is no limit on the amount of things, so how can you be polite? Eating two servings is small. A guy has eaten three servings of steak at this moment, which scared the steak-making master. He was afraid that he would be injured if he was over. He gave some instructions.

"My roujiamo is also delicious. The authentic roujiamo tastes like Shaanxi Tongguan roujiamo. I saw that I didn't bite it and it would be ruined. The master said that he himself is from Shaanxi..." Guo Weinian grabbed a roujiamo and ate it in big mouthfuls, and said while eating it.

"Western food is good, Chinese food is fine, but I chose Japanese flavors, and there is something wrong with it!" Zheng Weiping said angrily.

These people don’t know that the taste of Japanese people is light. Most Chinese people just join in the fun when eating Japanese cuisine. Anyway, Sangbai doesn’t like it. If you have the money to eat Japanese cuisine, Sangbai would rather sit on the street and pick up skewers a few times and then pair it with beer. One skewer of beer is much more expensive than eating Japanese cuisine.

However, these Japanese prices are not only for the people of the Mingmei Factory, but the people from Japan Blizzard and Japan DreamWorks will arrive. Most of them are Japanese, so they have to consider their tastes.

Of course, it is not only Japanese, but also Americans, but also some Chinese, and they are all Chinese who have left the Mingmei Factory.

Now that there is the conditions, Sang Bo naturally doesn't want to travel to Japan every few days. Now that a project starts, the personnel of this project will come here and live there for one or two months. They will organize the entire project together with Sang Bo before they can return to Japan, Chen City or other places to start construction.

This is the treatment of the boss, and you can visit your own working groups one by one. As for these people, you can only be a traveler.

Boss Sang is such a willful man. In order to save trouble, he threw a lot of money to build and operate this homestay.

After dinner, I took a break and felt that Sangbai's house had to finish the meal, so Mr. Fengwei took Zheng Weiping to Sangbai's house with him.

When I arrived at Sangbai's doorstep, I found Sangbai was drying dried radishes on the drying yard at the doorstep. While bent down and spreading it with my hands, he was holding a piece of dried radish in his mouth. I don't know why he was not afraid of choking.

"Mr. Sang!"

Mr. Fengwei greeted him loudly.

This sound made Zheng Weiping stunned. He had heard of the "Overlord" as young, but he didn't expect that he would be so young, and he seemed to be ten years younger than him.

No one noticed Zheng Weiping's expression because he is just a minion now and has no big name in Sang Bo's eyes. He is not like the old gentlemen of the Mingmei Factory, so he deserves to pay special attention to Sang Bo.

"You are still drying radishes?" asked Mr. Feng Wei.

Sang Bai said: "Why don't you dry it? We don't eat dried radishes at home? Let's go."

Speaking of this, he clapped his hands, patted the salt grains on his hands, and signaled Mr. Fengwei and the silly Zheng Weiping behind him to go into the house.

As soon as he entered the yard, Zheng Weiping was shocked because Qiu Huo was raising a water tank to drink water. He served two humanoid younger brothers for a long time. Qiu Huo was very thirsty now. After drinking a few sips of water, he looked at the person and twisted his fat butt without any interest in the room and lie next to the two humanoid younger brothers, watching, and at the same time he was also guarding him.

"Don't be afraid, you won't bite!"

Zheng Weiping didn't know whether he should believe Sang Bai's words, because he always felt that it was like someone who raised a dog. He would say that his own dog would not bite people, but in fact there were not many dogs that did not bite people.

Fengwei is not afraid. The old man came from the old society, one is that he is bold, the second is that he has seen too many things, and the third is that he has been here last time and has also eaten the autumn harvest.

Two normal people entered the study with one of their legs trembling.

As soon as I entered the study, Zheng Weiping couldn't see his eyes. Many comics were placed in the corner, each one was famous, and taking this one out immediately became a dream of comics.

Resisting the urge to not take it, Zheng Wei sat down, put his hands on his knees, representing Mingmei Factory seriously.

Sang Bai flipped through it, talked about the plot of the first part of "Jojo's Wonderful Adventure", and then showed the character's style and the image settings of the main characters to Mr. Feng Wei.

After reading it, the old man gave it to Zheng Weiping casually.

Zheng Weiping looked very carefully. To be honest, he didn't like this style very much, but he knew what he said was not the final word and knew what his task was, so he did not talk nonsense and carefully examined the style of this work.

Mr. Feng Wei chose elite soldiers this time. Although "Transformers" went smoothly, Mingmei Factory only cooperated. To be honest, he was just a hardworking job. The wages he could receive were naturally very satisfying, but it was far from making a separate comic or animation.

Mr. Fengwei didn't expect to give the price of Japanese companies, and he was satisfied with it even half of it. In this era, there was no way to do so. The difference between internal and external incomes was too big. No matter how stupid a capitalist was, he would not offer a salary like that of Japan and the United States in China.

"Old man, I'll discuss something with you. I want to start an animation class in several universities, or the animation department is fine." Sang Bai expressed his thoughts.

Doing coolies is definitely not suitable for Sang Bo, nor is it suitable for Mr. Feng Wei. Both of them are decision-making figures and cannot spend time on small things. These things are what a minion like Zheng Weiping should do.

"If you open an animation system, you will have to invest a lot of money."

Mr. Feng Wei also clearly stated that you have to pay for this, and you can open any department if you give it to. Of course, if you are too messy, you will definitely not be able to open it. People's education also has a bottom line.

"Money is not a problem! Is 500,000 US dollars a year enough? This is a preliminary investment!"

Boss Sang is now magnanimous and rich, and his words are so simple and unpretentious, without even a modifier. He is as neat as Sang Bai's conscience when he copied someone's works, disappearing completely!

"I hope you and some old gentlemen from Mingmei Factory can teach them and keep the styles of you and others as the wealth of our Chinese animation people," said Sang Bai.

Sang Bai was moved by the emotions, and Feng Wei also thought it was good. As for Sang Bai's performance, he had not seen it yet. For Mr. Feng, this is a good thing. It is a good thing for both Mingmei Factory and Chinese animation. Of course, the biggest and most profitable one must be the capitalist in front of him.

He is the one who makes the most profit after cultivating talents. Now there is any domestic company that can compete with DreamWorks for people. Mingmei Factory is already the top spot in China. Even Mingmei Factory can't stand it. Other units don't even deserve to carry shoes for others.

I could see clearly, but Mr. Feng Wei could not refuse, because this was a good thing to contribute to the Chinese animation industry after all.

"Then which university are you planning to set up a course?"

Feng Wei didn't ask about this possibility at all. As long as the university heard the news, it would probably be able to break the door of DreamWorks. 500,000 US dollars. What does it mean now? The salary of a first-class university staff does not have that much in a year.

"I think it's Yemei, Mingyi and Central Craftsmanship," said Sang Bai.

Yemei and Mingyi are both old art schools. As for the Central Craftsmanship, they later became Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts and are now also extremely awesome arts and crafts schools. There is no need to introduce them too much. There is nothing that is not awesome with the word "Central".

These schools are famous art schools in China. The students have high levels and solid basic skills. Although Japan's animation industry is developed, the Japanese said that their basic functions are comparable to those of the Mingmei Factory at this time, and the Japanese themselves have to laugh.

Now Sangbai Investment University has opened an animation major, which is actually a splash of online content. As long as one or two excellent comics can produce one or two excellent comics, Sangbai will make a lot of money. Even if you can't support it, it is good to train a group of comic workers. At least the foundation is solid, which will definitely be of great help to the Chinese-style comics that Sangbai wants to create later.

"Yemei probably has no problem, but there are problems with Mingyi and central technology. We can't fly back in the last class," said Feng Wei.

"I'll see it when the time comes, but there will definitely be a school in Yecheng," Sang Bai insisted.

If only Mingyi was there, Sangbai would definitely not be at ease in his heart, and it would not be enough to cast a wide net as Sangbai said. All the wide nets were spread to one family, so they would even throw a thick net, and they would spend all the money on Mingyi.

After talking for a while, the result was not revealed. Of course, this was not something they could decide, and the school had to be happy.

But soon, the news leaked out. The phone number from Chen City Dream Factory was suddenly hit by a violent attack, and the school came to the door directly.

Ikeda became busy in an instant, almost reaching the point of traveling every two or three days.

Sang Bai finally felt embarrassed and considered setting up an office in the county town. Sang Bai also had a clear idea in his heart.
Chapter completed!