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"Redraw."

Two words were uttered lightly from Su Bai's mouth.

It slammed hard into the heart of Zhang Xin, the head of the art group.

Zhang Xin's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the digital pen.

He stared at the scene image on the screen, which he had spent two sleepless nights working on.

It was a magnificent and imposing ancient-style pavilion.

Every line is clearly visible.

This would definitely be wallpaper material in any domestic animation.

But in Su Bai's eyes, it was no different from a piece of waste paper.

"President Su, this is already the fifth version."

Zhang Xin's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were so dark they rivaled those of a panda.

"The composition is fine, the lighting is fine, I even meticulously removed each tassel from the lantern, so what's wrong with it?"

The entire office area was deathly silent.

Everyone held their breath and secretly glanced in their direction.

Ever since that day when the screening room was filled with energy, the entire Healing Animation Company has switched to a horror movie set.

Su Bai moved his bedding into the office and transformed into a tireless tyrant.

His meticulousness regarding details bordered on the obsessive.

Su Bai pointed to the oil house on the screen.

"This painting is beautiful."

He bent down and tapped heavily on the wooden floor material in the picture with his fingers.

"But I want a bathhouse! Not a teahouse for literati and scholars!"

"Zhang Xin, have you ever seen a late-night food stall? It's covered in grease and filled with smoke, yet it makes your mouth water."

Su Bai turned around, his sharp eyes sweeping over all the artists present.

"I want it greasy!"

"This floor is too clean. Give me that color that makes it look luxuriously decadent at first glance!"

Zhang Xin's mouth dropped open, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.

Extravagance to the point of decay?

He looked back at the drawing he had made. Although it was exquisite, it was indeed too righteous and lacked a certain demonic aura.

"Do you understand?" Su Bai sat back down in his chair. "If you understand, then go and change it. If you don't get out tonight, no one is going to get any sleep."

"yes!"

Instead of being discouraged, Zhang Xin seemed to have a breakthrough, grabbing his graphics tablet and rushing back to his workstation.

That's Su Bai's magic.

He can not only verbally abuse you severely, but also accurately tell you exactly where your weaknesses lie.

......

Three o'clock in the morning.

The office lights were still blindingly bright.

Shen Qingyue was sitting cross-legged on the gaming chair.

Her once smooth, shiny black hair was now a mess, like a bird's nest, casually tied on top of her head with a ballpoint pen.

She hasn't washed her hair for three days and hasn't gone home.

The table was piled high with discarded color sketches and several empty instant noodle containers.

She is the main visual for the bathhouse.

As the core setting of the entire film, the design of the bathhouse directly determines the worldview and tone of Spirited Away.

Su Bai's requirements were simple, yet also abstract.

It needs to be mysterious, eerie, and lively.

"It's still not right..."

Shen Qingyue bit her lower lip and stared blankly at the screen.

She tried hundreds of color schemes, but the bathhouse on the screen always looked like an exquisite stage set.

That eerie atmosphere that sends chills down your spine at first glance is always shrouded in mystery.

"Still grinding?"

A voice suddenly came from behind me.

Shen Qingyue was startled. She turned around and saw Su Bai leaning against the door frame, holding two cans of iced cola in his hand.

He placed a bottle on Shen Qingyue's burning cheeks.

"hiss!"

The cold touch instantly cleared Shen Qingyue's muddled mind.

She took the cola and scratched her hair in frustration.

"Su Bai, am I stupid? You explained it so clearly, but I just can't capture that feeling in my drawing."

Su Bai didn't say anything, but simply pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, looking at the uncolored line drawing on the screen.

"Shen, the school beauty, your paintbrush is too clean."

Su Bai pointed to the pitch-black night outside the window, his voice low.

"In the true Hidden World, beauty is secondary; fear and temptation are the core."

"Imagine you're lost in a pitch-black forest, cold and hungry. Suddenly, a brightly lit restaurant appears in front of you."

"What should it be like?"

Shen Qingyue was stunned.

What does it look like? A lifeline?

No! It's like a ball of fire.

Even knowing that getting close will result in being burned, people still can't help but fly towards it like moths to a flame.

Shen Qingyue's pupils suddenly contracted.

In that instant, countless inspirations flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

She abruptly threw down the cola in her hand, grabbed the pressure-sensitive pen, and her eyes became fervent and focused.

"Don't speak! Don't bother me!"

Su Bai smiled, wisely shut his mouth, and retreated to a corner.

For the next two hours, the only sound in the office was the scratching of the pressure-sensitive pen on the screen.

Shen Qingyue entered a state of near madness.

She no longer focuses on a single color scheme, but instead splashes large swaths of highly saturated colors.

The walls were vermilion red, upon which were layered dark brown oil stains.

The warm yellow light was deliberately dimmed to lower the color temperature, giving the edges of the halo a cold, bluish hue.

The originally rigid buildings seem to come alive under her pen.

......

Six o'clock in the morning.

"Clatter".

The pen in Shen Qingyue's hand fell onto the table.

She leaned back in her chair, completely exhausted.

"alright?"

Su Bai, who hadn't slept all along, came over.

At this time, the office door was already surrounded by employees.

Everyone heard that President Shen was almost driven crazy by this picture, and everyone wanted to see the final result.

Shen Qingyue didn't say anything, but silently turned the screen around.

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the air at the doorway.

On the screen, night had fallen.

A massive oil house stands in the center of the picture, with countless red lanterns resembling the eyes of a monster, radiating a dangerous light.

What's most amazing is the texture.

It was both eerie and terrifying, yet magnificent and splendid.

This extreme contrast instantly shattered everyone's aesthetic defenses!

"Holy crap. This painting is amazing." Zhang Xin, the art team leader, covered his mouth, his eyes wide like saucers.

"The feeling reflected by these red lanterns sent chills down my spine, but I also really wanted to go inside and take a look."

"Is this the world of Hidden Souls? It's so captivating!"

"Mr. Shen is awesome! This is art!"

Everyone was amazed, their eyes filled with admiration.

But Shen Qingyue ignored the praise; she just stared intently at Su Bai.

She is waiting.

In this company, only this one person's evaluation counts.

Su Bai stared at the screen, his face expressionless.

The air seemed to freeze again.

Shen Qingyue gripped the handrail tightly, her heart pounding in her throat.

Finally, Su Bai made a move.

He reached out and gently tapped the huge sign on the screen that read "Oil Shop".

Then he turned his head, looked at Shen Qingyue whose eyes were bloodshot, and uttered a single word with a slight upturn of his lips.

"Pass."

Just one word.

Shen Qingyue felt all her strength drain away instantly, and she slumped into the chair, tears welling up in her eyes.

It's not just because it passed.

More importantly, she knew that she had finally caught up with Su Bai and touched the world seen through the eyes of that genius!

"Alright, everyone stop crowding around."

Su Bai clapped his hands, dispelling the still-shocked crowd.

"The art style is set. From now on, the concept art team will work to this standard to the death! Anyone who dares to draw my bathhouse like a budget hotel will have to clean toilets for a month!"

"yes!"

This time, everyone's responses were full of enthusiasm.

With this map as a benchmark, they finally knew which direction to charge in.

Su Bai looked at the bustling office area, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

With the quality of the work stable, what's next...?

He took out his phone.

On the screen, several glaring news headlines were at the top of the trending topics list.

#Su Bai's arrogant bet is destined to result in him losing everything#

#Industry insiders analyze: The disastrous screening of Spirited Away exposes the hypocrisy of Chinese animation#

#Wang Zhongjun: Giving Young People a Lesson#

Wang Zhongjun acted faster than expected.

The overwhelming press releases, like an impenetrable net, were descending upon Su Bai.