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The visual impact of the poster has not yet dissipated.

The second wave of attacks has already begun.

The promotional video started playing.

Kyoto, subway evening rush hour.

In the crowded train carriage, a corporate slave named Zhao Lei was holding onto the handrail with one hand and struggling to scroll through Weibo with the other.

He had just joined the trend in the comments section, saying that Su Bai was getting arrogant, but when he saw the new video, he subconsciously clicked on it.

"I'd like to see what tricks you can pull."

Zhao Lei muttered to himself, but the exciting background music he had expected didn't come through his headphones.

It was the sound of a gust of wind.

The screen went black for three seconds, then slowly lit up.

An extremely luxurious yet strangely eerie room appeared before them.

The camera suddenly zooms in!

A huge face that filled the entire screen suddenly entered Zhao Lei's field of vision.

That was an old woman.

His face was wrinkled like dried tree bark, a pair of glasses sat on his large, hooked nose, and his fingers were adorned with gaudy ruby ​​rings.

Zhao Lei trembled in fright and suddenly cried out in alarm.

My phone almost fell to the ground.

Holy crap.

Is Su Bai out of his mind?

They start by showing a sudden, unexpected attack to scare the audience.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang.

The old woman slammed her hand on the table, her large face contorted with rage, and spittle seemed about to spray off the screen.

She let out an echoing roar.

"Want a job?"

"Why should I give a job to someone as stupid and all-cry-prone as you?!"

Zhao Lei's hand trembled slightly.

These lines? Why do they sound so familiar?

Isn't this exactly what the supervisor said to the intern this morning when he pointed his finger at him and berated him?

The video moves at a very fast pace, with the scene changing in an instant.

The little girl named Chihiro was nervously writing her name on a contract.

The scratching sound of the pen tip gliding across the paper was amplified infinitely in the silent background.

"Here, you have to follow the rules."

Yubaba's voice became sinister, carrying an arrogant air of absolute control.

In the scene, Chihiro has just finished writing her name.

A terrifying scene unfolded.

The name written on the paper seemed to come alive and floated up out of thin air!

Granny Yu's withered, claw-like hand reached out and grabbed at the air.

"I'll accept the name."

In that instant, Chihiro stood there blankly, her eyes vacant.

It was as if, with the loss of her name, half of her soul had been taken away.

"From now on, your name will be Qian."

"Did you understand, Qian?"

This scene, despite having no bloody content and a background music consisting of only a few monotonous piano notes, was actually quite graphic.

But at this very moment, Zhao Lei, who was crammed into the subway and had just finished a 996 workday, felt a chill run straight to the top of his head.

Is this an animated film?

This is a horror movie!

At the end of the video, the image freezes on the parents who have been turned into pigs.

They lay irrationally in front of the feeding trough, making disgusting swallowing noises.

Behind them, Yubaba's curse-like line slowly emerged.

"Here, if you don't work, you'll turn into a pig."

black screen.

The video ends.

Inside the subway car, Zhao Lei's palms were covered in cold sweat as he held his phone.

He looked around at his fellow humans, their faces weary and their eyes numb, and the phrase echoed wildly in his mind.

If you don't work, you'll turn into a pig.

Once you start working, your name is taken away, and you're turned into a machine.

Blanch!

Zhao Lei's eyes inexplicably stung, and he couldn't help but swear.

That really hurts!

That old scoundrel Su, you can't just attack someone like that!

......

At the same time, the internet exploded.

The comment section, which had been mocking Su Bai for his good art style but inevitably flawed plot, was now completely silent.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of comments ten times more intense than before erupted!

This is no longer just blindly criticizing; it's a genuine breach of their defenses!

[I'm speechless! This is for kids?! You old scoundrel Su, come out here! I promise I won't kill you! You call this healing?!]

[That really hit home, bro. I was working overtime at the office until 10 PM, and when I saw these two lines, I burst into tears.]

That old woman was terrifying! The oppressive feeling she exuded was exactly like my boss's! I'm traumatized!

How is Su Bai's brain structured? How does he understand the pain of office workers so well?

[It's chilling to think about! When Chihiro's name was stripped down to just the character "千" (chihiro), I got goosebumps. It felt like a work ID number!]

On Weibo's trending topics list, the entries that Wang Zhongjun had bought to be pushed up are being pushed down by new entries at a visible speed.

#If you don't work, you'll turn into a pig#

#Spirited Away Adult Fairy Tale#

#SuBai redefines horror films#

In just half an hour.

The public opinion has taken a dramatic turn for the worse!

......

Galaxy Pictures, top-floor office.

Wang Zhongjun sat slumped in the large boss's chair, a cigar between two fingers, but he hesitated to put it in his mouth.

The long piece of cigarette ash broke off with a snap and fell onto his trousers.

He didn't move.

They didn't even bother to wipe off that grayish-white stain.

The office was eerily quiet, with only the sound of a PV playing on a loop on the screen.

Wang Zhongjun stared at the repulsive-looking Granny Tang on the screen, his initial disdain gradually turning into a look of utter astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

In the end, it turned into a subtle, almost imperceptible sense of apprehension.

As a financial tycoon, he understands the market all too well.

The reason he dared to gamble with Su Bai and give him 5% of the screenings was because he believed that animation was a medium with a very low ceiling!

Children don't understand this art style, and adults don't bother watching animation.

This is a dead end.

But......

"This Su Bai."

Wang Zhongjun slammed his cigar into the ashtray with such force that it looked like he was about to crush something.

"He actually pulled this stunt?"

This is not meant for children.

This is clearly a fairy tale disguised as a slap in the face to all adults!

The metaphors in those animations really touch people's hearts.

This kid had no intention of trying to please the child at all.

He's trying to please the young working class who have the most spending power and crave understanding the most!

The secretary knocked and entered, her face grim.

"Mr. Wang, the tide of public opinion has turned. Many film critics are sharing that PV, saying that Su Bai might be on track to become a legend again. All the paid online commentators we hired can't suppress the organic demand."

"Investiture of the Gods?"

Wang Zhongjun sneered.

Although the unease in his heart was growing, he remained defiant in his words.

"What's the use of just having a gimmick?"

"Only artsy types would appreciate this kind of subject matter. Ordinary people go to the movies for entertainment; who wants to pay to be educated?"

He turned around, his gaze sinister.

"Notify the PR department to continue the pressure! Shift the focus towards selling anxiety!"

"I refuse to believe that an animated film can turn the world upside down!"