The Founding Patriarch did not sit down and talk about the Tao, nor was the Founding Patriarch a Bodhisattva who needed offerings.
As the founder, he has to... need to work.
Ma Yulan, Hu Tiesheng, Yu Zhengnan and others have no idea how to create novel animations.
If Xiao Qian doesn't care, they will definitely end up like "The King of Painting Books" again.
"Xiao Qian, for the sake of the party and the country, please give me a hand."
Hu Tiesheng tugged on Xiao Qian's sleeves and burst into tears, completely shameless.
Although Yu Zhengnan did not do this, he was obviously already struggling with whether it was appropriate to use sexual temptation on an eight-year-old child.
"Brother Hu, your thoughts are very dangerous."
Darling, even the party-state has come out, what kind of things have people been forced to do?
This is not to blame Hu Tiesheng and Yu Zhengnan.
Since Shangmei had decided to launch a magazine and there was no ready candidate, it had no choice but to appoint Hu Tiesheng as editor-in-chief.
Yu Zhengnan, who was originally just a small planner, was promoted to an unknown number of levels and became the chief planner of the magazine.
In the past, they were just thinking about how to make Shanghai Mei regain its glory. But things are different now. Whether the magazine is running well or not is related to their destiny and future.
So Xiao Qian, a big tree that was not considered the sky, was firmly locked by them.
We have no choice but to say that Mr. Xiao is a good person. We can only work harder if we can.
This time, in order to revive the painting industry, Shangmei spent a lot of money and sent many painters with very solid basic skills in the factory to the magazine office.
Xiao Qian checked them one by one and found that there was no need to question the abilities of these painters. If they went out to set up a stall, each painting would be worth two to three hundred.
But the concept is really unflattering.
For example, the painter named Zheng Qirui, Xiao Qian asked him to draw a cute girl, but he was stunned and returned Xiao Qian's elegant ink painting Jiangnan.
Although the woman holding an umbrella on the broken bridge and looking back with a smile is also very beautiful, what does this have to do with being cute?
Xiao Qian spent a long time talking, but in the end she was very tired, and the others were also confused and completely half-baked.
With no other choice, Xiao Qian decided to use the simplest and crudest way to let these people understand what comics are.
He pulled out a piece of paper and with a few strokes, he sketched out a boy who was stocky, always smiling and had hair like a big brush.
The most amazing thing is that this boy has a tail behind his butt.
Seeing him taking action, the painters all came over to take a closer look.
"What is this? The lines are of different thicknesses, the writing is rough, and the description of the eyebrows is not clear. It is simply not up to standard."
"Where can someone have a head bigger than his body? And if you look at his legs, they look like carrots. It's so unreal."
"Bang bang bang..."
Xiao Qian knocked on the table hard and glared at the group of people.
"When it comes to art, you are more than worthy of being my ancestor. But when it comes to comics, I hope you can be modest."
His words made everyone quiet.
As long as he admits how awesome everyone is, they really don't understand what comics are.
Xiao Qian kept writing, and then painted a young and beautiful girl. Although the style was still so simple, at least it looked more comfortable.
Behind the girl, another very old grandfather is drawn.
This old man has a bald head and a white beard. He is still wearing a floral shirt, big pants, and a pair of slippers. He looks quite fashionable and alternative.
It just so happens that there is a round turtle shell on its back, which is full of artistic flavor.
Xiao Qian didn't say anything, and just kept drawing, drawing dozens of completely different characters.
He wrote names on each of these characters and then pushed them in front of everyone.
"Everyone, now, you have three days to copy and learn these paintings. I have only one request, and that is that you must master this painting technique. I believe everyone can see what I painted just now. If three days later
, if anyone else can’t do it, you can go back to work in the factory, and don’t stay in the magazine.”
When he said this, he immediately aroused everyone's arrogance.
Just kidding, they have been in the art industry for decades and have created countless classic characters. Why should they be looked down upon by an eight-year-old child?
Besides, in their opinion, these paintings are more than just crude?
Many people already understand how to draw when Xiao Qian is painting.
For those who can draw ink landscapes, the difficulty of comics is only at kindergarten level.
What these people lack is the concept and imagination of comics, and they don’t know how to write.
Regarding this, Xiao Qian didn't know how to teach him.
He himself is a dabbler. He liked comics in his previous life and learned some basic painting skills from Li Qingjue. It is absolutely impossible for him to teach others.
But Xiao Qian understands the trick of Chinese education, which is to teach the ducks.
It doesn't matter if these people don't know how to do it, just take out the ready-made works and let them copy them. After a long time, I don't believe they can't turn this corner.
Sure enough, three days later, Xiao Qian knew that what he did was right when he looked at these people's paintings that were far more beautiful than his.
Now that these people have mastered the painting method of these characters, his other plan can be implemented.
"Now, I dictate the story and draw the storyboard, and all you have to do is fill in the corresponding characters into the story."
Only then did everyone realize that the characters created by Xiao Qian actually had stories.
"Classmate Xiao Qian, what is the name of this story?"
Xiao Qian had already finished drawing the first frame of the storyboard. Hearing this, he said, "This story is called Dragon Ball."
Thanks to the benefits of rebirth, if there is no bird in this world, there will naturally be no "Dragon Ball".
So when Xiao Qian decided to train the magazine's artists, he immediately thought of The King of Animation.
The influence of this anime in its previous life can be described as terrifying, and it is also the holder of multiple Guinness World Records.
It can be said that when it comes to anime, "Dragon Ball" is an unavoidable topic.
Although there are many popular anime works, Xiao Qian feels that "Dragon Ball" is the most suitable for these beginners to practice.
Although animation does not have high requirements for painting skills, among animations, "Dragon Ball" is the simplest one.
Simply based on the quality and completion of the painting, "Dragon Ball" may not even be ranked in the top 100.
The reason why this anime is so successful is that the author's extraordinary imagination and popular story are the winning weapons.
This was also the first comic that Xiao Qian came into contact with in his previous life, and he fell in love instantly, especially the moment when Sun Wukong lifted Bulma's skirt...well, no, it was the moment when he saw that the Dragon Balls could grant wishes.
There is no "Dragon Ball" in this life, so he can create it.
However, he was really unwilling to finish the entire comic by himself, as he was too tired after all.
Fortunately, there is so much labor now, and it is not wasted if it is not used.
Xiao Qian is like many top authors and painters in previous generations. He only needs to conceive the story, style, and characters well, and leave the rest of the details to the people below to complete it.
Xiao Qian finished the story outline and storyboard and asked everyone to start writing. He, with his hands behind his back, shuttled back and forth among these people to check their homework.
Oh my, it feels so good to be a teacher, you don’t have to do anything by yourself.
"Zheng Qirui, don't draw so carefully. This is not to make you realistic. You have to draw something interesting. Well, look, this...isn't it just an outline? In animation works, exaggeration is also a technique of expression.
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"Li Mingjiao, don't add so many accessories to Bulma. This scene only occupies a small space. You only need to present the content of the story accurately. The other details are not so important."
"Zhang Yun, why do you draw an axe? You need an ax to split wood? Come on, Sun Wukong is a man with strong martial arts. Does he need an ax for just wood? This way... this way... you see, isn't this good? What? You
Say this is fake? Nonsense, comics are not real in the first place."
Xiao Qian found that even if someone did the work for him, it was actually very tiring. After all, he had to take care of them all and correct the mistakes in these people's paintings bit by bit.
In this era, there were no computers or drawing software, so everything was done by hand. Once you made a mistake in drawing, there was no room for modification and you had to start over.
Hu Tiesheng felt so distressed as he looked at the cart after cart of waste paper being pulled out of the painting studio that he even pulled at his beard.
"Xiao Qian, is this okay?"
Xiao Qian poured herself a glass of water and said instead: "Instead of worrying about this, you might as well think carefully about what price you can give me for this work."
Monk Hu Tiesheng was confused.
"What price?"
Xiao Qian touched the handle of the hot teapot and looked at him eagerly.
