Su Jing sat on the chair, glanced at the documents in his hand, and sighed.

"The sales of genre animations are limited by the market. For example, Otome Animation, let's take Prince of Songs as an example, the sales of CDs are only 20,000 copies. This is the limitation of genre animations, because to be precise, the audience who will pay is such a large group. The CD prices are relatively high, and only the core fans will buy them, and the core fans are our parents of food and clothing."

He paused, and his eyes looked at the short-haired woman opposite the conference table.

"Of course, most of the animations we produce come from the production committee. We are just a contractor responsible for making animations. No matter how well we do, we can get only production money. If an animation production company like us really makes a lot of money, we still have to do original creations by ourselves. Of course, doing original creations requires more risks and you will be responsible for your own profits and losses. To be safe, most companies in the industry mainly think that others work."

Lu Mengyao, a member of the board of directors of the consortium b, shook her head without comment.

"The market for light novel adapted animations is already a red ocean with fierce competition. The copyrights of light novels with relatively high sales have been bought. Now, to be honest, the adapted ones are just high among the shorts. This type of work is generally low-cost mass-produced, so let's take a look at which of them can become popular unexpectedly. This is why the "toilet modification" works mentioned in the market occupy a large share. Among the "toilet modification seven heroes" in the last quarter, there were also works that could hit the market."

Su Jing chose his own words, "The recent good sales of "Overlord" is a representative of this type. The production cost is relatively low. There are many similar works at the same time, but it is precisely because of it. And the others have become foils... the market is so unpredictable."

"What's going on with "Asong"?" Lu Mengyao changed her sitting position a little. "I heard that the animation industry has... 'River's declining'. If I didn't hear their discussion wrong, why would such an animation be able to achieve a sales of 90,000 yuan per volume?"

"There are always some phenomenal works." Su Jing smiled bitterly, "For example, "eva" in the last century was almost the second place, up to twice the sales. There is also the first sales since the new century. The 110,000 sales of the Tale of Huashi. These cannot be considered by common sense, because they can reach this level and are the influence of the right time, place and people. They themselves are 'phenomenon's miracles, and the miracle of the industry itself is a topic that makes people keen on. The excellent production just caters to the market and leads the trend of the times... plus the most indispensable point: luck. Only by combining these together can phenomenal works be created. And "Asong" is the same, with topicality, gimmicks, production quality, and the likable comedy type without limiting the audience, as well as the face of Akatsuka Teacher... The right time, place and people are the same. This is how "Asong" is the sales miracle."

The meeting has been going on for more than half an hour. Sadako Yamamura of the original painting department and Gaiqi Wilde of the 3D department are already aiming at the clock, while the boss of the B Consortium is still sitting on his swivel chair, just listening to Su Jingshen's chat. It makes people unable to touch her intention. Of course, Su Jing probably guessed what she meant, probably because there was an animation work to be produced by the "Planet Traveler" club. The B Consortium has many industrial projects, among which the toy model is also a huge branch. It is normal to make an animation to promote the new toy series under his command. However, his childhood sweetheart has an abnormal attitude today, which makes him feel a little confused.

If she wants to hear her sarcasm, then just talk. But the two generals under her seemed to be unable to hold on. The main forces of the two departments probably stayed up too late when they were working last night, and now they have leaned on the chair and started to close their eyes to rest. The brown-haired lady has already snored softly.

If someone else came, Su Jing didn't say anything and immediately woke up the rude subordinates. Then he threw them outside to stand (actually, she was asked to find a place to make up for her sleep). However, the consortium B's mission was Lu Mengyao, so everyone would not be particularly interested. After all, he was an acquaintance. Miss Lu used her influence several times before, so that the traveler club could directly contract several projects, rather than launching a bidding meeting like usual projects.

Miss Lu doesn't usually get involved in animation. This time I don't know why she came here to discuss business as an executive.

Although Sadako Yamamura looked tired and had severe dark circles on her face, she still sat upright, which made him quite proud. This powerful original painting was a talent he discovered by himself. The reckless young painter who ran to Tokyo from the countryside was so hungry that he almost died of death on the roadside, he found that it was a piece of pure gold and uncensored jade! Although her strength was not mature at the beginning, she grew up very fast, and her painting speed was her absolute strength, and her work efficiency was extremely high. One person could use it for three people, and quickly became the white jade pillar of the sky and purple gold beam in the society.

"Is quality and sales not proportional?" Ms. Lu closed her palm and asked, "I don't know much about this industry, so please help me solve my doubts."

"It's not proportional." Su Jing sighed, "For example, I can sell such high sales, while other works... many excellent works are obviously right, but they just don't sell them if they are not. If anyone can understand the mystery, then it's just around the corner. Animation companies have collapsed one after another, and who is worse than who has the production strength? But there is no way to lose money. But there is a new way of wealth recently."

"oh?"

"In China, people are stupid and have a lot of money. The copyright supervision is not strict, which has led to no one selling it there before. There are many outsourcing companies with low prices and good quality. However, many entertainment companies in China have also tried to get involved in the animation industry recently. Because their domestic companies have strong outsourcing capabilities, but their creative ability is not so excellent, and their industrial structure is still in a very preliminary state, so they just go to Japanese production companies to do it. Those entertainment groups are really rich and can even pay three times our price."

"Wouldn't that be very good?" Lu Mengyao smiled on her lips.

"Yes, of course it's great." Su Jing laughed. "The animation industry may have to rely on Chinese companies to continue its life. The reason why the industry is declining is mainly because this industry... is indeed declining. It's very simple, making money is getting more and more difficult, and it is also related to the industry rules. The hardest-working lower-level staff get the least money, Sadako, our original painting. They do the heaviest work, but they don't get much money. This is a very complicated and cumbersome industry. Any problem in any part of the link may lead to the final animation product becoming a ball of garbage. Fortunately, the Traveler Club attaches great importance to the welfare of employees. Although we have little wealth, the salary of our staff is the first-class."

"Yes. Mr. Jing is indeed very gentle to his men." Sadako Yamamura smiled with dark circles and spoke to her boss, "I can survive in Tokyo with his care."

Lu Mengyao stood up, and Su Jing was familiar with her body language. This means "Let's talk in private."

"Xiaoqi, Sadako, you guys rest for a while." He stood up and walked into the small lounge on the side of the conference room with Lu Mengyao. Sadako Yamamura also poured into the soft backrest of the chair behind him, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The lounge is a good place to be lazy in the company. It not only has a bed, a sofa with pillows, but also a lot of snacks. Lu Mengyao opened the window and took out a box of cigarettes, and Su Jing took out a lighter and lit it for her.

"What does it mean?" Su Jing didn't smoke. He stood there and watched.

Lu Mengyao can be said to be his childhood sweetheart. Both of them are Chinese. They grew up in the same place, attended the same elementary school, the same junior high school, the same high school, the same university... Although the barriers in modern society have made people no longer as close as they were decades ago, the two have always maintained a light friendship as water. After entering society, this friendship has not only not diminished, but has become closer because of the cold environment.

In the jungle of steel and cement, it is a very lucky thing to have a friend who can trust and communicate with others.

The two have their own life experiences. They are almost thirty years old now. Lu Mengyao gradually inherits the family's assets and becomes an important figure in the consortium B; Su Jing insists on his creative ideals regardless of the consequences, and after several hard work, he established an animation production company with a good scale... Their original parallel life gradually intersects again, which makes the original relationship between friends of the soul gradually become a bit awkward and ambiguous.

"That's right." Lu Mengyao hesitated for a moment, "We want to acquire you. It's not the decision I made, it's the board of directors."

"Impossible." Su Jing's first reaction was this, "This is me..."

"You can still retain your position, I know, they know your talents, and your ability to produce excellent works is actually very eye-catching, we have a new plan within..."

Su Jing, who was frowning, suddenly felt a pain in his mind, as if something suddenly pulled deep in his brain, making him feel palpitations. The sound he could hear became lighter and lighter, and intermittently, making him unable to grasp the key point.

"...Animation production department..." Lu Mengyao was still talking to herself in front of the window. She suddenly felt something was wrong. When she turned around, she saw Su Jing closing her eyes and looking shaky.

"Jing...why are you..."

"No... it's okay." Su Jing tried his best to stand firm, "I just... maybe I didn't sleep well last night... Just let me sit for a while..."

He was halfway through his words, then he fell down, rolled to the ground, and fainted.

In the darkness, he felt something calling for him, just like a thin silk thread on his body connecting him with someone far away. He couldn't see clearly what the other side was in the darkness, but only felt that there seemed to be someone calling him and waiting for him.

Su Jing woke up.

He found himself lying on the hospital bed, and a woman sat opposite him.

Lu Mengyao had a magazine covered her face, and she lay in the chair with her hands in her arms, breathing evenly. He looked out the window, and the dark night sky looked at him silently. Su Jing tried to move. There was nothing wrong with his body, and everything was fine. The pain in his mind before was like an hallucination. He quietly got out of bed and put on his shoes. He put his phone on the head of the bed, and he picked it up and looked at the time. Fortunately, he didn't have a coma for a long time, only twelve hours.

It's midnight now.

He walked out of the ward, made a phone call in the corridor, and greeted Sadako Yamamura and Gai Qi respectively. As expected, the two of them were still working overtime in the company. In their mouths, Su Jing probably sorted out what happened after he fainted.

Lu Mengyao called the first aid phone call calmly, and after that, she did not sit there and wait for the ambulance, but directly handled the business of the Traveler Company. During the half day of his departure, the company's operation did not stop, but continued to move forward in an orderly manner. She even set an alarm clock for Sadako Yamamura and Gaiqi who were asleep in the conference room, leaving instructions.

"Hey, A Jing, are you healthy??"

Sadako Yamamura's anxious voice came from the other end of the microphone. She thought she was just having a cold and a fever, but then she realized that he had fainted directly.

"It's okay, it's just a low blood sugar. It's an old problem." Su Jing lied and made a mistake.

"Hey, boss, you won't just burp like this, right?" asked a foreign employee from Germany, and laughed evilly. "If you really want to burp, are you interested in adding my name to the will? Every day when you touch your butt, I'm not suing you *******, which is already very preferential."

"I'm not touching your butt every day. Go and work hard!" Su Jing scolded, and couldn't help laughing. His subordinates were very flexible and were one of the people he used the most comfortably.

“…………”

After he finished making two calls, he found that Lu Mengyao was standing behind him, looking at him while tidying up his somewhat scattered hair.

“…?”

“…”

Neither of them spoke. After a while, Su Jing suddenly remembered what he should say, nodded and said, "Thank you, I'll send me to the hospital this afternoon."
Chapter completed!