Entertainment: You're asked to make a healing animation, but it will make the whole internet de

One week later, in the center of Kyoto.

Galaxy Pictures headquarters building.

This is the absolute throne of China's cinema market, controlling nearly 40% of the country's screen resources, also known as the judge of life and death of cinemas.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of the streets outside.

The chairman's office on the top floor was so quiet that only one sound could be heard.

Click, click, click.

That was the sound of a pen cap tapping against a mahogany table.

The pace was rapid, as if it were counting down for something.

Wang Zhongjun sat in the oversized, almost exaggerated boss's chair.

He casually rolled up the cuffs of his Italian-made bespoke suit, revealing a Patek Philippe gold watch.

He didn't even look up at the two people sitting opposite him; his gaze remained fixed on the newly printed report in his hand.

Shen Qingyue, sitting opposite him, already had slightly sweaty palms.

This usually aloof and cold company vice president was now tightly clutching the project proposal for Spirited Away.

There was no way around it; the aura of the intimidating presence was too overwhelming.

It's like you're running a street food stall and suddenly you have to talk to a Michelin three-star chef about an acquisition.

The oppressive feeling from the top of the industry's hierarchy of contempt makes it hard to even breathe.

In contrast, Su Bai.

He was currently slumped in the leather sofa, staring at Wang Zhongjun with great interest.

To be precise, it was about watching Wang Zhongjun's hand that kept tapping the table.

Old Deng's hand speed is pretty fast, it's a shame he's not playing esports.

Is this what they call capital?

Even the way he banged on the table exuded an aura of "I make millions every minute."

Finally, the suffocating banging stopped.

Wang Zhongjun closed the folder and casually tossed it onto the table with a crisp snap.

He rubbed his temples and then looked at Su Bai properly for the first time.

That's the look you give an ant.

"President Su."

Wang Zhongjun's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a sense of languor and arrogance born from long-term high-ranking positions.

"I've heard about your animated films. The online viewership is quite good; you're truly a rare talent."

"but......"

He abruptly changed the subject, leaning forward slightly, and an overwhelming sense of pressure instantly enveloped us.

"The movie theater is not a place for playing house."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath, trying to break the deadlock.

"Chairman Wang, our new film Spirited Away is made to international top standards in terms of production quality, and we have a huge fan base online."

"fan?"

Wang Zhongjun scoffed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

He picked up the pen again and slammed the cap on the table.

"Young lady, don't talk to me about ideals or fans. In this industry, fans are the least valuable thing. They can praise you online today, but tomorrow they'll be cursing you over a ten-yuan ticket price increase."

"Show me the rate of return."

Wang Zhongjun extended a finger and tapped it on the table.

"The past decade, which is also the decade in which you have been shouting the loudest about the rise of Chinese animation, has seen adult-oriented animated films enter theaters, with an average box office of only a pitiful 300 million yuan. Among them, the loss rate is as high as 95%."

"President Su, you're a smart person."

Wang Zhongjun leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Do you think I'd gamble with a 5% chance just for your animation?"

Shen Qingyue's face turned pale. She was about to retort when Su Bai pressed down on the back of her hand.

Su Bai maintained his lazy sitting posture, with his signature smile on his face, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.

"So, what does Chairman Wang mean?"

Wang Zhongjun glanced at him, seemingly surprised by Su Bai's composure.

He opened the drawer and tossed out a pre-prepared contract.

"Considering you do have some traffic on the internet, I can give you a chance."

He held up one palm, fingers spread.

5%.

"I'll give you 5% of the premiere screenings."

Shen Qingyue suddenly stood up, her beautiful eyes wide open.

"5%? How is that possible! Even those poorly made horror movies have 8%! We're a big-budget animation project for all ages!"

What does 5% mean?

That means either playing it at 8 a.m. when no one is awake, or playing it at midnight when nobody cares.

This is essentially a death sentence!

This is utterly humiliating!

"sit down."

Wang Zhongjun didn't even glance at Shen Qingyue, his tone indifferent.

"This 5% is because you, Su Bai, are quite famous now, to give your fans an explanation, so they won't say that Galaxy Pictures isn't giving young people a chance. If you don't want it, the door is over there."

After saying that, he stopped looking at the two of them and instead picked up another document, clearly indicating that he was asking them to leave.

The air seemed to freeze.

Shen Qingyue trembled with anger. The feeling of powerlessness, of being crushed by capital, made her feel suffocated.

She turned to look at Su Bai, hoping he could be a little tougher; even slamming his fist on the table and leaving would be better than putting up with this.

However, Su Bai smiled.

He was laughing very happily, even a little excited?

Holy crap, I know this script inside and out!

The more arrogant the villain is in the early stages, the more decisively they will be slapped in the face later on.

5%?

You're practically begging me to hit you.

If I don't slap your face until it's swollen, I'll be letting the system down!

Su Bai slowly stood up and straightened his collar.

He didn't take the contract that only offered 5% of the screen time. Instead, he placed his hands on the desk, leaned forward, and stared directly at Wang Zhongjun with his dark eyes.

In an instant, Wang Zhongjun felt an aura that was even more powerful than his own.

That's the look in a hunter's eyes when he's eyeing his prey.

"Chairman Wang, you said it yourself, I'm a smart man."

Su Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded exceptionally clear in the empty office.

"Since you're a businessman, don't play these charity tricks."

"You think animated films have no market, but I think my work can blow up the film industry."

Su Bai's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of white teeth. His smile carried a chilling madness.

How about this?

"Chairman Wang, isn't your Galaxy Pictures brand made of gold?"

"So, do you dare to make a bet with me?"