At the studio.
Someone had gone to contact their Japanese contacts.
The rest of them were helping Zhang Ye come up with ideas and discussing the necessary tools for drawing comics. As the saying goes, three heads are better than one. They had to pool their ideas together.
Ha Qiqi said, "It's a fountain pen, right?"
Someone said, "I think it's a pencil?"
Zhang Ye shook his head. "It can't be a pencil."
Little Zhou suddenly said, "I know. I think I've heard someone mention a G pen before. It's a pen used in comics in Japan, and there seem to be many types of them."
Zhang Ye's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, yes, there's that! There's that! I've heard of it before too. Not bad, Little Zhou, not bad at all. G pen, quickly jot it down and prepare to purchase it. "
Little Wang was seriously jotting it down at the side.
Zhang Zuo said, "We still need A4 paper, right?"
Zhang Ye slapped his thigh. "That's right, we have to have it."
Wu Yi said, "A ruler, and a ruler too."
"Yes, a ruler." Zhang Ye nodded vigorously.
Little Wang looked up and said, "What if we draw the wrong part? Then we'll definitely need correction fluid! "
Zhang Ye pointed at her. "Look at how meticulous Little Wang is. Yes, correction fluid!"
Little Wang was very happy to be praised. "It's all because of Director Zhang's good leadership."
The group of amateurs discussed the matter seriously. The items on the purchase list kept increasing.
At a desk in the corner of the studio, a newcomer who had just joined the studio was dumbfounded by what he was hearing. He stared at Zhang Ye, Ha Qiqi, and the others in a daze. He felt like a hundred thousand alpacas were galloping through his mind. Many of the words they were saying seemed to have brought him back to his childhood!
Ruler?
A4 paper?
And correction fluid? Correction fluid? Correction fluid?
Damn, what era are these antiques from!
Why the fuck did they even come out with correction fluid?
Why didn't you use glue when you made a mistake!
Little Sun wanted to say something but hesitated. He slowly raised his hand. "Director Zhang, about that."
Everyone looked at him.
Ha Qiqi asked, "What's the matter, Little Sun?"
Little Sun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The comics in Japan don't need these anymore. They've already started using computers and professional drawing software."
Zhang Ye said, "Ah?"
Ha Qiqi said, "Uh?"
Zhang Zuo said, "Man, is that so?"
Little Sun wiped away his sweat and said, "The things that the few of you mentioned just now are all tools for comics from many years ago. We don't use them anymore. I have relatives who have settled down in Japan, so I know quite a bit about the situation there. Besides, I usually draw and draw, so I've come into contact with some of them. I really don't need correction fluid anymore!"
The senior executives of the studios all blushed.
Zhang Ye immediately said, "Look at you guys, you keep coming up with ideas. Little Sun is a professional at drawing and copywriting, so we still have to listen to him!"
Us coming up with ideas?
What you said just now was right!
Everyone rolled their eyes.
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Alright, Little Sun, I'll leave this matter to you. If you need any equipment or software, just let Little Wang know and get her to prepare them."
Little Sun hurriedly accepted the order. "I will definitely complete the mission!"
…
That night.
The equipment, tools, and even special tables and chairs were all prepared.
Zhang Ye asked for two sets, one for his villa and the other for his studio.
The computer was the latest model from this world's top technology company. It was a touchscreen computer that could be used to draw on the screen. There was no need for external equipment as the software could be downloaded from the Internet. There was a wide variety of software that could be chosen at will. It wasn't anything rare.
At home.
A call from Wu Zeqing came in.
"You're going back?"
"Ah, something cropped up at the last minute."
"Do you want to go back to my parents' place for dinner tonight?"
"It's fine, you guys go ahead."
"Then I'll go back and cook for you."
"Aiya, there's no need. I'll just order some takeout."
"Is there any movement at home?"
"Oh, I'm building a studio and I'm currently moving things over. Isn't that little study of yours quite useless? I've already converted it into a studio. "
"Hur hur, go ahead."
"Alright."
This was the only good thing about Old Wu. She didn't care what Zhang Ye did.
Old Wu was going to stay over at her parents' place that night. Since Zhang Ye wanted to draw something and decide on his artwork, he ordered some takeout and ate something. By the time the workers finished setting up the studio, he had already finished eating. He closed the door and soaked in a hot bath for half an hour to sort out his thoughts before getting ready to start work.
… …
8: 30 PM.
In the studio.
Zhang Ye sat down in his new ergonomic chair and was in the zone.
He turned on his computer and opened up the professional drawing software. He started trying to draw something. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but he was shocked by what he drew!
Fish?
Birds?
Houses?
Cars?
As long as he could think of an image, he could draw it exactly as it was without any obstacles. This feeling was exhilarating. From the looks of it, as long as it was a comic from his previous world, it wouldn't be a problem for him to draw it. It was just that he wasn't too familiar with the software yet. As such, Zhang Ye spent an hour experimenting and familiarizing himself with it, such as filling in the colors, editing, and saving.
An hour later.
There were no problems with the software.
There were no problems with his technique either.
All he lacked now was a work of art?
Zhang Ye tapped on the game ring and opened up the Merchant Shop. He started buying up Memory Search Capsules and ate them one by one. Then he closed his eyes and recalled all the comics he had read in his previous world. He imprinted every sentence and detail of each work into his mind. In his previous world, Zhang Ye was also a fan of comics. When he was young, he would watch cartoons. Later on, he started reading comics. Although he wasn't a fanatical comic fan and hadn't really read many of the works, he had still read some of the most famous works of Japanese comics.
Which should he choose first?
Which work should he use first?
Zhang Ye was in a dilemma. He couldn't make up his mind. That one? That one was pretty good! What about this one? That one wasn't bad either! Who should he use for the first shot? But after hesitating for a while, Zhang Ye was suddenly amused. Damn, which one couldn't he use? The works in his mind didn't exist in this world anyway, so any one of them would be awesome!
Alright, I'll use it to test the waters first!
Zhang Ye made up his mind and immediately started drawing!
… …
[One Piece]
ONE · PIECE.
First sentence: The prelude to an adventure.
There was a man who had all the wealth, fame, and power in the world. He was the Pirate King, Harold Roger. Before he died, he said these words that made the entire world rush to the sea: "Do you want my treasure? If you want it, take it! Go ahead and look for it! I've placed everything in the world there! "
And so.
The world welcomed:
The Great Age of Pirates!
… …
Shua shua shua.
Shua shua shua shua.
There was only the sound of the stylus touching the screen in the drawing studio.
One hour.
Three hours.
Five hours.
He drew for the entire night.
From being unfamiliar with it at the beginning, he slowly became more and more proficient. His speed was also getting faster and faster!
In fact, Zhang Ye even forgot about the time as he was completely engrossed in his work. Whenever he started working, he would always be like this. Whether it was eating, drinking, or sleeping, he didn't care about any of it. He wouldn't do it until he was satisfied. No matter who came, he couldn't stop.
One sentence.
Two sentences.
It was daybreak. He had actually finished drawing a full two sentences!
When Zhang Ye finished filling in the last background of the second sentence with black, he flipped over to look at the results of his night's work. He was dumbfounded. Wasn't this speed a little too fast? He had only stayed up for one night and he had only managed to come up with two sentences? He had heard before that the group of struggling cartoonists in Japan would either publish weekly or monthly. That meant that they would only submit a manuscript once a week at the earliest, and each submission would be one sentence long? And I have to work so hard?
But why am I not tired?
This bro isn't tired at all?
Only then did Zhang Ye put down his brush and go out for breakfast in high spirits.
He wasn't tired, but he drew very quickly. He already had someone else's finished manuscript in his mind. He didn't even need to draft it, think about the plot, or design the characters. He just needed to follow it and draw it! Then there were the countless Fruits of Agility and Fruits of Stamina —
How could it not be fucking fast!
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