Anime rating game

"Wujingjun smells terrible, is he still conscious?"

"Still awake."

After drinking the hangover soup, Karasuma Gosho gradually regained his senses, his eyes brightened, and he sat up, his face becoming more serious.

"Sorry to bother you today. Once I've earned some money, I'll try to move out and rent a place by myself."

"No, how can I be at ease with you like this?" her mother immediately stopped her. "Don't worry about bothering us; family members are meant to bother each other. By the way, how's work going lately?"

"After changing firms, my work has gradually gotten back on track."

Karasuma Gojō thought for a moment and added:

"At the gathering after work in the evening, the president was there, and everyone only drank a little bit of alcohol."

"But after it ended, at the second gathering with the sound director and Mr. Watanabe, we drank a little too much."

"At one party, I got the voice acting for a male protagonist in a shoujo manga. At another party, I got the voice acting for a male protagonist in a harem anime. Both of them didn't require an audition and I was able to sign a contract right away."

? ?

"I want to become a voice actor too." Karasuma Chitose's sudden words instantly brought Karasuma Gojo to his senses.

After thinking it over carefully for a while, I calmly objected:

“The voice acting job is not suitable for Chitose. The industry itself is unstable. There are millions of people who aspire to become voice actors, but only a few hundred can make it big.”

"No. If Wujing can succeed, so can I. If drinking can get me a job, then I'll have Wujing drink for me."

"..." Karasuma Gosho was speechless.

Seeing this, Karasuma Chitose pressed his advantage and attacked.

"Aren't there these idol voice actors going around lately? Look, I'm pretty cute too, right? Sure, no problem!"

As she spoke, she touched her cheek with her fingertips, tilted her head slightly, and chuckled.

"Are you stupid?"

"I don't want Wujing to say that to me. The high school I went to had a higher deviation score than Wujing's. Next year, I will definitely be able to get into the super difficult university that Wujing couldn't get into."

Karasuma Gojō had no way to refute and could only stare at his younger sister.

This industry is tough, and the future is uncertain in every aspect.

"There are very few famous voice actors, so it's almost impossible for you to make a living from it in the future. If you're just doing it as a hobby, then I have no objection."

"It's not just a hobby; I want to make it my profession and become a voice actor like Wujing. In fact, if I take this path, I'll surpass you very quickly."

"The vast majority of voice actors don't earn much money. Their monthly income is only 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, and they usually live by working odd jobs. This includes the cost of attending training centers or voice acting schools, as well as food, clothing, and accommodation. Let me make this clear: don't get any ideas about relying on your parents for support."

"Then I'll just marry someone amazing."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have explained so much to that idiot."

"Think about it, there are original authors and stuff, right? I've seen online that many original authors dream of marrying a voice actress, like in JUMP. So, it's feasible, hehehe..."

“A cartoonist won’t do!” The mother suddenly revealed a stern expression. “If you’re going to get married, you should choose an editor, whose job is more stable and whose annual income is ten million. If you make it big, your lifetime annual income will be five hundred million.”

"This is it!"

Seeing that the two hit it off immediately, Karasuma Gosho sighed helplessly.

"You don't object, Mom?"

"Since Chitose wants to go, let her give it a try. Anyway, Gokyo is in a voice acting agency, so I can rest assured if she goes to your place."

"Okay, I'll talk to the president about it later."

……

Several days later, at the Musashino morning meeting.

That's all for work. Now let's talk about other things.

Yuka Okitsu put down the document in her hand and looked around:

"The office building next door is under renovation, and the noise makes it impossible for everyone to work properly. Many artists have suggested to me that they want to work from home. Does anyone have any suggestions?"

“I object.” Taro Takanashi stood up without hesitation, placing his hands on the table. “There are already so many people working from home, which is really unfriendly to those of us who are responsible for communication. We have to run back and forth every day.”

"Some people are unwilling to open the door in order to avoid work, so they have to bang on the door and make endless phone calls."

"If the number of people working from home continues to increase, my workload will increase to an unacceptable level. I may not be able to finish it even in December, let alone June."

"If I absolutely have to finish within the stipulated time, I'll definitely die of overwork!"

“I agree.” Erika Yano nodded slightly, then said, “However, my reasoning is that once many illustrators get used to working from home, it will be very difficult to get them back.”

Seeing this, Masamune got up and took out his phone.

"Please wait a moment, I'll make a phone call."

Soon, the call was connected.

When will your construction end?

"Approximately how much of the project is still underway?"

"Five more days? I understand."

After a long while, Masamune hung up the phone and looked at everyone, regaining his composure:

“The construction there will be finished in five days. Including today, it will be completed this weekend. Because it is just a simple renovation, it will not take long.”

"During these five days, every employee on duty will receive triple pay."

"At the same time, the company will provide earplugs, headphones and other items. Please bear with us for a little while."

“It’s only five days, so there shouldn’t be any problem.” As she spoke, Yuka Okitsu suddenly realized something, “How does the president know about the situation next door?”

"Musashino may expand in the future, and it's also not convenient for the voice actor agency to stay here indefinitely. Therefore, I bought the office building next door."

"Why…!?"

“The voice actor agency doesn’t need that much space, so we’ll select one or two floors as the office space for the voice actor agency in the first place, and the remaining space will be used as a backup space for Musashino Animation.”

"Buy, not rent?"

Yuka Okitsu and the others quickly calculated in their minds that the office building next door had 23 floors, and considering the property prices in this area, it was no small sum like 500 million.

The rent for one floor alone is over ten million yuan a year, not to mention buying it, which would cost at least tens of billions.

"Where did the president get so much money?"

“I reported to my dad about what had been going on these past few days and talked about our future plans for animation. After that, he bought the office building next door, saying that since we plan to expand in the future, we should prepare in advance. Otherwise, when we need it, we will have to spend more money.”

"23 floors, renovated in five days, even if it's just a simple overhaul... Wait a minute, there were many companies operating normally over there, right?"

"Hmm... I heard from Dad that he allocated some better locations from other office buildings to those companies, and he even lowered the rent."

"All 23 floors belong to us? We wouldn't need that, would we? Even if the Musashino Animation project expanded tenfold, we still wouldn't be able to use them all."

“Then let’s expand it twentyfold,” Masamune said with a smile. “Once the renovations are finished there, we’ll hire people and expand Musashino’s scale to the point where we can produce two or even three anime series at the same time.”

"..."

Yuka Okitsu was speechless and looked at the others, only to find that they all had the same bewildered expression.

The news that capital has poured into the animation industry since the golden subtitles appeared in the sky has been widely circulated online, but that's ultimately just someone else's business.

Unexpectedly, something that could easily circulate online for a long time actually happened to my own family.

"President!" Kinoshita Seiichi suddenly looked intently at Masamune. "When I was formulating the project, I was thinking that the total budget was only 5 million yen. Considering the risks of original animation, I was being overly cautious and conservative."

"Since the president isn't short of money, can we spend more on our next animation?"

Masamune chuckled and shook his head slightly.

"Normal spending is acceptable, and striving for excellence is also not a problem, but extravagance and waste are prohibited."

"The purpose of making animation is not only to get ratings, but also to make a profit."

"Otherwise, if we lose money every time we produce animations, after one or two times, no one will be willing to cooperate with us."

"President, can we get a raise?" Taro Takanashi shouted excitedly. "Since we're moving to the office building next door, we need to get a salary that matches the building's rates!"

"Once this animation is finished, as long as the animation rating is 3 stars or higher, the salaries of all employees will increase by at least 30%."

"If the anime only gets a one-star rating, will the president abandon us and find someone else?"

"Don't say such unlucky things. I have confidence in this animation. As long as you don't mess things up, the rating will definitely not be too low."

"What if? Better safe than sorry."

"If anything happens, we'll pour cement on you, turn you into a stone, and then sink you into Tokyo Bay."

"Huh...? I'm going to work right now! I'll make sure it's high-quality and timely."

Taro Takanashi froze for a moment, then hurriedly ran out of the conference room.

Seeing this, Masamune subconsciously looked at Miyamori Aoi and couldn't help but ask:

"Could he have taken the joke seriously?"

"Huh...? Was the president joking just now?"

"Why are you here?"

"Who told the president to look so serious when he was speaking? Phew... so he was just joking." Miyamori Aoi breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her face.

"It's obviously a joke, isn't it? We've known each other for a month, and you still don't know what kind of person I am."

"Because the president goes home normally every night, he doesn't give us any chance to get to know you properly. Besides, in my impression, rich people are indeed unpredictable and can kill or set fires at the slightest disagreement."

Where did you get that information from?

"On TV."

"Spend less time watching dramas about domineering CEOs."

Chapter Fourteen: It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade

After the morning meeting, Masamune noticed Kinoshita Seiichi following him into the office, carrying a notebook. He asked in surprise:

"what happened?"