The Japanese comics world was in chaos.
The entire industry was in an uproar.
At a small comics magazine publisher, a newcomer was interviewing for a submission.
"Editor, please take a look."
"Alright, let me take a look."
"Uh, is that alright?"
"It's not bad."
"Th-Then can I get it serialized?"
"How many chapters can you do a week?"
"Ah?"
"Can I do three chapters a week?"
"Nani!?"
"If not, two chapters are fine too."
In the end, the newcomer walked out of the comics magazine publisher with tears streaming down his face. Three chapters? Two chapters? Just one chapter a week is going to kill me! Who the fuck can do three chapters a week!
Uh, except for those three freaks!
Those three cartoonists are simply inhuman!
Aoi.
Ozawa.
Hatano.
Their heaven-defying weekly update rate had whetted the appetite of all the readers and disrupted the rhythm of the comics magazines. They had completely muddied the waters of the Japanese comics world. Many of the comics magazine publishers had even implemented a new rule when accepting manuscripts. They couldn't draw slowly, and it would be best if they could reach a speed of two or three chapters a week. But that was easier said than done. How many people in the entire comics world could fucking do two chapters a week, much less three chapters a week?!
The readers were all shouting.
"Hurry up and update!"
"It's too slow!"
"Martial King, can you do it or not?"
"You're only writing one chapter a week? Are you still dreaming?"
"The author of Snowy's Dormitory, aren't you embarrassed to only write one chapter a week? Can you not slack off? "
Of course, there were naturally those who didn't believe it.
For example, a serialized author from POO Studios gritted his teeth and started releasing two chapters a week. The first week was still fine, but by the second week, that author was hospitalized and had yet to be discharged. There was also a serialized cartoonist from Shōnen Publishing who also kept up with the "times." Envious of the results of One Piece, Naruto, and Detective Conan, he also embarked on a path of no return by releasing two chapters a week. In the end, the plot of his comic collapsed on the second week. It collapsed so badly that one couldn't bear to look at it. It collapsed so badly that it shook the world.
Chaos!
The entire industry could only be described as chaos!
A lot of cartoonists came forward to denounce them.
"They were the ones who started it!"
"The readers are going crazy!"
"We can't let this disruptive behavior continue!"
"Let's boycott together!"
"That's right, how can a comic require speed!"
"Those three are special cases. No one else can do it!"
"That's right, there won't be a fourth person who can update three times a week!"
"Let's get comics back on track!"
Countless cartoonists joined the alliance.
Some cartoonists and newcomers even held up signs to demonstrate in front of the comics magazine offices.
On this day, the readers and cartoonists went to war.
The two groups of people quarreled, each sticking to his own argument.
As for whether a comic should be updated more than once a week, everyone wanted to come to a conclusion. In the end, the industry insiders and editors gradually calmed down and joined in the debate. Everyone listed out a lot of things, such as the production process of a comic, the time needed, the number of assistants needed, the concept, the draft, and so on. They informed many of the readers that drawing comics was not something that could be done quickly. It was a job that consumed a lot of time and couldn't possibly be done so easily. As for those three crazy cartoonists, they were purely exceptions. There were none in the past, and there probably wouldn't be any in the future. It was just a coincidence that these three quick-witted cartoonists had all gotten their comics serialized at the same time. No one else could do it.
Only then did the readers reluctantly accept it.
The Japanese cartoonists could finally heave a sigh of relief.
The bad atmosphere of updating more than once a week was gradually alleviated.
…
But at this critical juncture.
China.
In Zhang Ye's neighborhood.
Zhang Ye, who was on his way back from grocery shopping, heard his neighbors talking as they passed by.
They were two housewives.
"I've been doing nothing at home lately, so I've been watching some comics."
"Me too, I'm watching Detective Conan."
"It's not bad, but I usually wait for my kids to go to bed before I watch it."
"Yeah, it's the same. My child is only six or seven years old, so I don't dare to let him watch cartoons about old people. I don't think it's good for children."
"Yeah."
Zhang Ye took it to heart. That's right, children have to be taken into consideration too. Who said that children can't bring popularity? Don't look down on children who are only a few years old. In an Asian family, children are the ones with the highest status in the family. All of the parents have to revolve around their children. If a child likes to watch something, how can the parents not follow suit? By tying down the child's heart, it was equivalent to tying down the parents as well. It was all the same thing!
Back home.
Shouts rang out in the drawing studio.
"Come on out!"
"Doraemon!"
…
On the same night.
Old Wu's parents came over.
While chatting, Li Qinqin smiled and said, "Cartoons are quite popular these days. I can see that a lot of people around me are watching it."
Wu Zeqing smiled and looked at Zhang Ye. Then she said to her parents, "You two didn't watch it?"
Wu Changhe harrumphed. "It's all Japanese stuff. Who would want to watch that?"
Li Qinqin also said, "Right, we still like things that have a bit of China in them."
Right!
China in them!
Zhang Ye stood up and left.
His parents were taken aback.
But soon after, Zhang Ye's strange shouting came from the drawing studio upstairs!
"Come on out!"
"Dragon Ball!"
Li Qinqin was dumbfounded. "What's he doing?"
Wu Changhe was bewildered. "Has this kid gone crazy?"
Wu Changhe laughed.
…
The next day.
In the morning.
Zhang Ye was woken up by the noise outside.
"Pass it to me, pass it to me!"
"Catch!"
"Shoot!"
"Hahaha."
Several children were playing basketball.
Zhang Ye's sleepiness was instantly gone. His eyes lit up. That's right, how could he have forgotten about the sports comics? If An Onrush was going to be played, he had to go all out and not miss a single one!
In the drawing studio.
Zhang Ye's shouting came!
"Come on out!"
"Slam Dunk!"
In the bedroom.
The sound of the basketball players playing did not wake Wu Zeqing up. The sound of Zhang Ye getting out of bed did not wake Wu Zeqing up either. Instead, it was this shout that woke Old Wu up!
…
Noon.
While eating.
Zhang Ye and Old Wu were chatting while watching TV. They were talking about the latest Japanese cartoons.
The host said, "Japanese cartoons are coming in with great momentum. In the past two months, a lot of wonderful works have emerged. Looking at the Japanese cartoons from the past few years, other than the sci-fi cartoons, almost every genre has a banner piece. They have a very wide influence in Asia and have already sparked phenomenal discussions."
Eh?
Zhang Ye looked up and was taken aback.
Other than the sci-fi cartoons?
Were there no national sci-fi cartoons in this world?
Heh, you guys can't do it!
This bro has them!
I can get as many as you want!
Before he finished eating, Zhang Ye picked up his chopsticks and went upstairs, heading straight into the drawing studio.
Wu Zeqing knew that he was busy with work, so she did not stop him.
A moment later, Zhang Ye's loud voice came from upstairs!
"Come on out!
"Steel Bullet!"
"Uh, Gundam!"
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