Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 36 Drawing? No, printing money!

"Get out..." Lin An's forehead veins throbbed as he thought, "Who do you think you are, daring to tell me to get out?"

Even my mom has never said that to me!

He clenched his fist, instinctively about to raise his arm to punch someone, but then suddenly realized something and said with a strange expression:

"You don't want me to meet Tang Yu?"

The middle-aged man corrected him expressionlessly:

"I don't want him to continue living in this world."

Ah, this... Lin An opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless.

To some extent, he really finds it hard to disagree with the other person's point of view.

A scene suddenly flashed into Lin An's mind:

A young man, harboring artistic dreams, walked along the tree-lined path leading to the Yifu Building, carrying his easel. He was determined to study hard at the Beijing Film Academy and improve every day... Just then, a chubby-cheeked man patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a grin:

Let's draw a notebook together!

This is probably the sound of a dream shattering.

Lin An's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of pity appeared in his eyes as he looked at the middle-aged man.

In his view, the other party was most likely an art professor who watched helplessly as his students were led astray by "crooked paths."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "You have a real talent for provocation."

"That's called imagination..." Lin An protested silently, then said calmly:

"I'm not an art student."

In other words, you have no right to educate me.

The middle-aged man sized him up and down, then sneered:

"He is indeed someone who can get involved with Tang Yu."

What the hell do you mean...? Lin An felt his right to reputation had been severely violated, and before he could protest, the middle-aged man spoke first:

"Tang Yu is busy with his graduation coursework and doesn't have time to get involved in those messy businesses. If you're really short of money, I can introduce you to other jobs."

Surprisingly reasonable... Lin An recalled the expression of his second brother, Lin Yi, who was all talk and no action, and wondered if all artists were arrogant.

He suppressed the urge to complain and said softly:

"What kind of job is it?"

The middle-aged man retorted, "Do you even know what an animator does?"

Lin An nodded slightly, fully embodying the characteristic of a keyboard warrior who knows a little about everything but is proficient in nothing:

"Animation production is divided into key animators and animators. Key animators only need to draw keyframes, while animators need to fill in the blank spaces between the keyframes."

This is somewhat similar to the designers and construction teams on a construction site.

The former is responsible for artistic creation, while the latter only needs to bring the creation to life.

The middle-aged man glanced at him in surprise, but quickly looked away and continued:

"Did you know that most of the in-between frames in Japanese animation are actually outsourced to overseas companies?"

Lin An thought for a moment and shook his head.

However, he was not surprised.

Even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; Japan, despite its economic decline, is still far more powerful than China today. Theoretically, the cost of a Japanese illustrator is several times that of a Chinese illustrator, making outsourcing perfectly normal.

The only problem is...

"You can get these kinds of orders?" Lin An's expression turned strange.

This is not the kind of resource that an ordinary teacher at Beijing Film Academy would have access to.

The middle-aged man didn't answer directly, but continued on his own:

"Currently, animation outsourcing is mostly dominated by Japanese companies, such as Hiryu and Sharome. Other Chinese companies must further reduce costs in order to survive."

Isn't this just continuing outsourcing...? No matter the era, working people can't escape the fate of being exploited... Lin An curled his lip and said in a cold tone:

"The income from these second- or even third-tier market orders is unlikely to be high."

The middle-aged man did not refute, but simply said:

"Orders are secondary. If the quality is good enough, the artist has a chance to be hired full-time, and works submitted internally are more likely to be seen."

Lin An blinked: "Inside shot?"

The middle-aged man nodded and said:

"The country has been strongly supporting the animation industry in recent years. Folk tales, myths, and idioms are adapted into animated works and provided to various provincial television stations, which requires a large number of animators."

He glanced at Lin An and said softly:

"The animation program at Beijing Film Academy became an independent school this year, which is highly valued by the higher authorities. Students' works here will receive extra attention, which is a significant advantage."

That sounds pretty good, at least it's more reliable than making a movie... Lin An pondered for a moment, then asked curiously:

Are there many animation projects being initiated recently?

"There are quite a few. As far as I know, there's 'The Legend of Nezha' and 'The Great Hero Di Qing.' If you'd like, you could design some concept art and character designs; perhaps there will be some surprises."

Lin An's eyes lit up: "Can I get money?"

The middle-aged man remained silent for a long while before calmly saying:

"They usually don't pay you, but they offer a joint design title and an internship position. However, if you insist on taking the money, you should be able to get a few thousand dollars."

So stingy!

Lin An's urge to curse surged again, but then he thought that this was an unexpected bonus. Even if it was only a few hundred or a few dozen, it would be free income, let alone a few thousand.

He said earnestly, "How should I give you the painting?"

The middle-aged man scrutinized Lin An again, and after a full half minute, slowly said:

"I'm in this art studio every Saturday afternoon from 1 p.m. to 6 p.m., and on weekdays I go to the 4th floor of the office building. My name is He Yuwen."

Saturday... Fourth floor... He Yuwen...

After noting down this information, Lin An asked one last question:

"Besides Tang Yu, are there any other people at the school who accept those 'art paintings'?"

He Yuwen: "..."

……

……

"Seriously, if you're not going to introduce it, fine, but why did you have to steal my drawing...?"

Under the afternoon sun, Lin An walked along the road with his schoolbag on his back, feeling a surge of resentment.

The man surnamed He actually confiscated all of his Dragon Ball line drawings and artwork, claiming it was to "verify his skill level."

Shameless!

Lin An strongly suspected that the man surnamed He was planning to steal his paintings and sell them for money!

He walked along grumbling and cursing, then began to consider his current ways of making money.

The most profitable script is still "Internet Addict's Diary," which costs 8,000 yuan per episode. The task can be completed by writing five more episodes.

If you only write well for a short time, you can blame it on inspiration. But if you can produce high-quality scripts frequently, you must have considerable literary skills and a wealth of material.

If he were to produce five episodes of scripts in a short period of time, his half-baked knowledge would be immediately exposed.

Three episodes, no, two episodes is the limit, after all, he is still a student, he needs to attend classes and complete his homework.

If the acquisition price for both episodes remains at 8,000, then only 21,000 is left to reach the 45,000 mark, leaving a significant gap...

Lin An muttered to himself, "It seems I have no choice but to draw it."

The man surnamed He mentioned that a qualified "middle section" costs 2 yuan, while a student drawing it costs 1 yuan.

In order to make money, many people have broken their hands while drawing, but even if they do that, their monthly income is only around 1000 yuan.

In fact, this kind of hard-earned money does not meet Lin An's standards.

But what can you do when he has a cheat code?

Impression Drawing Paper

Effect: As long as you imagine it, a picture can appear on the paper.

If Lin An remembers correctly, it seems that 10 points can buy several hundred tickets.

You think I'm drawing? Actually, I'm printing money!

As for why they were able to do it, there are many artists behind the scenes.

Don't ask.

The answer is that there's a group!