One day.
Two days.
Three days.
China, Japan, South Korea, and other Asian countries continued to give him good reviews.
Especially in Japan, almost all the people were intoxicated.
"This is too satisfying!"
"An animation feast!"
"All the good cartoons are coming out!"
"I'm also fascinated!"
"These seven teachers are too amazing."
"Quickly update!"
Within the Asian region, many people who never watched anime were captured by this wave of Japanese manga. They were pulled into the army of chasing after the new anime, unable to extricate themselves.
The seven cartoons were competing with each other, constantly breaking the historical records of Japanese cartoons. One moment, it would rise, and the next moment, it would rise again. There was nothing else for the other cartoons to do. Now, the entire Asian market had become a performance competition for these seven cartoons. There were no other protagonists.
Throughout the history of Japan.
Throughout the history of animation.
Such a banquet had never appeared before!
…
At Zhang Ye's Studio.
When they got to work in the morning, everyone's morale was high.
"Director Ha, good morning."
"Good morning, Brother Zuo."
"How are your results?"
"The new volume of 'Dragon Ball' has broken the record again."
"Great."
"It's the same for the animated version. Detective Conan has surpassed Doraemon's viewership ratings again."
"It's our own record anyway, haha."
"Yeah, no one knows that no matter how they fight, it's all Director Zhang's work."
"What new work is Director Zhang drawing this time?"
"I don't know. There hasn't been any news from Director Zhang for several days."
"Let's have a video conference and ask."
"Alright."
When everyone had arrived, they entered the conference room.
Ha Qiqi turned on the video call and connected with Director Zhang.
Du du. The video call connected. But when they saw Zhang Ye on the other end of the call, everyone in the studio was dumbfounded and exclaimed in surprise!
In the video, Zhang Ye looked like he had just escaped from a refugee ghetto. His hair was unkempt and his beard was unshaven. His clothes were still the same as they had seen in the video. He looked very dispirited and his eyelids were drooping. It was as if he would collapse at any moment and a gust of wind could blow him away.
Little Wang exclaimed.
Ha Qiqi quickly shouted, "Director Zhang, what's the matter?"
Zhang Zuo jumped in fright. "What's wrong with you? Did you draw something new? "
Little Wang asked, "How many new novels have you drawn?"
New work?
How many?
Hearing this, Zhang Ye nearly vomited blood!
Zhang Ye said angrily, "Why would I need to draw new ones? I've already written seven novels. There are seven days a week and each novel has three chapters. On average, I have to draw three chapters a day. Usually, when this bro is in good condition, I can only draw so much. But now, I have to write three chapters a day. I haven't slept for two days. Do you think I'm made of iron?!"
Huh?
Aren't you made of iron?
Of course, they obviously didn't dare to say this.
Ha Qiqi hurriedly said, "Aiya, then hurry up and rest. Hurry up and rest."
Zhang Zuo said, "Yes, yes, stop drawing."
Zhang Ye said listlessly, "I've already stayed up all night to finish drawing it. I've sent it to your email. Check it out. I can't take it anymore, I'm going to catch up on my sleep."
Ha Qiqi said, "Hurry up and go!"
He ended the video call.
Zhang Ye went back to his bedroom and laid down. He did not even want to move a finger. This fellow was so excited that he created seven comics in one go that he ended up getting himself into trouble. Three chapters a day, and occasionally four chapters. Even Zhang Ye couldn't stand it! In the past, when he saw that the comic industry's results were steadily improving, he was quite happy and even bragged about it to Old Wu every day. But now, whenever this fellow heard the word "comic", he would tremble all over!
Persevere!
Hold on a little longer!
Victory was right in front of them!
One hour.
Three hours.
He fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, it was already noon.
Zhang Ye looked at his watch in a daze and immediately sat up in bed, "Aiyah, I forgot to cook." Hence, he quickly got up and went downstairs.
The aroma of the dishes filled the air.
There was also the smell of cooked rice.
Zhang Ye was stunned as he quickened his footsteps downstairs.
Downstairs, his family members were all here. His dad, mom, Li Qinqin, and Wu Changhe. In the open kitchen, Wu Zeqing was the one cooking.
"Dad, Mom."
"Ai, Little Ye is awake."
"Why are you all here?"
"Zeqing called."
Zhang Ye turned his head and said angrily, "Old Wu, what are you doing?"
Wu Zeqing smiled. "I'm cooking."
Zhang Ye grumbled, "Who said you could move! I said that I would cook! "
His mother said, "I also said that she insisted on doing it herself."
"Today's meal has to be cooked by me." Wu Zeqing smiled and then moved her leg a little. She said, "Look, my leg has recovered. I've been so bored these past few months. If I don't move a little, I won't be able to walk anymore. Little Ye, quickly wash your hands and get ready for lunch."
Zhang Ye walked over and crouched down to touch it. "Have you really recovered?"
Wu Zeqing said gently, "Yes, I was almost healed two days ago."
Lunch was ready.
Everyone sat around.
Wu Zeqing suddenly raised her glass and said with a smile, "Before we eat, I would like to propose a toast to my husband."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Aiya, there's no need for that, there's no need for that."
But Wu Changhe said, "You have to propose a toast."
Li Qinqin also sighed and said, "Little Ye has really been working hard these past few months. He's left his work behind and stopped going to work. He just stayed at home and took care of Zeqing every day. It's really not easy."
His mother smiled and said, "He's his wife, so why shouldn't he do that?"
His father said, "In the past, it was Zeqing who took care of him. It's about time he put in some effort."
Zhang Ye laughed heartily. "My parents are right. It's my duty, my duty."
But since Old Wu was pregnant and did not dare to take medicine, her recovery speed was also much slower than a normal person's. In these few months, there were many changes in the entertainment industry. Some newcomers became famous overnight, while some old people fell from the popularity rankings. There were new movies that led the trend, and there were also famous movie stars who met with their Waterloo. A lot of things happened during this period, but Zhang Ye did not care about any of it. He only focused on taking care of his wife at home. Other than going out to buy groceries, he did not take a single step out of the house. With Zhang Ye's restless personality, it was indeed not easy for him to do this.
He learned how to cook.
He learned how to wash clothes.
He learned how to do a lot of housework.
In these few months, Zhang Ye had also grown a lot.
Wu Zeqing said, "Tomorrow, you can start work."
Zhang Ye blinked. "You've really recovered?"
His mother rolled her eyes. "Are you still hoping that Zeqing won't recover?"
"Heh, I was just asking." Zhang Ye said in a speechless manner.
Everyone laughed.
Wu Zeqing said, "Sleep for a while after dinner. Have a good rest so that you'll have the energy to go to work tomorrow. There are a lot of things waiting for you."
Zhang Ye smiled. "Alright, I'll listen to my wife."
After dinner, Zhang Ye went upstairs to sleep to conserve his energy.
After bidding farewell to the entertainment industry for several months, I wonder if everyone misses me?
Haha, I, Hu Hansan, am back again!
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