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As the last note fades, the credits begin to roll.

The entire theater fell into an eerie silence.

Even the sound of breathing was barely audible.

Everyone remained frozen in their seats.

It's as if my soul is still lingering at that station where the water and sky meet, still following behind that little girl who resolutely walked towards the tunnel entrance.

On the screen, the credits slowly scrolled up.

In the corner, Old K's laptop was still lit up.

His fingers were still on the keyboard, but he couldn't type a single word.

He lost.

We lost utterly and completely, and we were convinced of our defeat.

He thought the movie might be good, but he never imagined that animation could reach such heights.

On the other side, Zhang Mou, a leading figure in the film and television industry, slowly stood up.

He didn't leave.

He simply stood there, facing the now-darkened screen, and then clapped his hands vigorously.

Snapped.

The applause sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent theater.

This seems to be a signal.

All the audience members seemed to be instantly awakened, and they all spontaneously stood up.

Thunderous applause erupted!

The applause contained shock, emotion, and respect for a work that had completely captivated the viewer.

Many people still had tears on their faces, yet they clapped vigorously, as if they wanted to bang their hands until they broke to release the surging emotions in their hearts.

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a full five minutes.

It wasn't until cinema staff had to come in and remind them that people snapped out of their daze and reluctantly walked out.

But the first thing they did wasn't to discuss it with each other; they immediately took out their phones.

Almost simultaneously, the entire social network of China was completely ignited by the animated film Spirited Away!

[I hereby declare Su Bai a god! From this day forward, anyone who insults Su Bai will face my wrath!]

[I'm sorry! Old Su, I was wrong! I shouldn't have doubted you! Please, please heal me with more masterpieces!]

[The animation is so healing! Who would have thought that Su, that old scoundrel, would actually behave this time! No one really died this time!]

The train scene at sea is, in my opinion, a masterpiece in film history!

#SpiritedAwayGods#

#Sorry, Su Laozei#

#Please let theaters increase screenings of Spirited Away#

Three trending topics shot into the top three of the trending list at lightning speed!

Then, something even more astonishing happened that made everyone in the industry jump out of their skins.

Douban, the most authoritative movie rating website in China, has started rating.

A score that is almost impossible to achieve is imprinted next to the Spirited Away poster.

10 points!

Tens of thousands of users participated in the rating, with a 100% positive review rate!

The servers of Douban experienced a lag that lasted for several minutes due to the sudden influx of traffic.

The entire industry has fallen completely silent.

All the film critics, marketing accounts, and competitors who were waiting to see Su Bai make a fool of himself felt, at this moment, that their faces were red, swollen, and burning with pain from this 10-point slap.

......

Meanwhile, inside Healing Animation Company.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

No one left, but no one spoke.

Shen Qingyue stood in the center of the office, her palms sweaty.

Although she was confident in her work, no one can truly remain calm until the final results are in.

"President Shen!"

A data statistician wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly jumped up from his seat.

His voice was distorted with extreme excitement.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

He adjusted his glasses and stared intently at the computer screen, as if he had witnessed some kind of miracle.

He swallowed hard, and with all his might, he practically roared it out.

"The data is out!"

"First-day attendance rate..."

He took a deep breath, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"One hundred percent!"

"All screenings in China are completely sold out! Several cinema managers have called to inquire about the availability of standing-room-only tickets, saying there are still large crowds gathered outside!"

After several seconds of deathly silence, the entire office erupted in a deafening cheer!

"We won! We won!"

"Ooooooooooo!!"

The young artists threw their sketches into the air, hugged each other, and jumped and danced.

Zhang, the public relations manager, a man in his forties, hugged the programmer closest to him and cried like a child.

Shen Qingyue's eyes instantly reddened.

She looked at the group of young people in front of her who had stayed up all night for months on end for this animation.

All the pressure, grievances, and resentment turned into scalding tears at this moment.

She won, Su Bai won, they all won!

She subconsciously searched for the culprit in the crowd.

However, amidst this sea of ​​ecstasy, only one person remained calm, like an outsider.

Su Bai leaned against his workstation, his face showing no elation, not even a hint of surprise.

It's as if all of this was meant to be this way.

His calmness stood in stark contrast to the frenzy around him.

He slowly stood up and walked over to the data clerk who was still choking back tears.

"Report, print out a copy."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable power, instantly drowning out all the cheers.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him.

The data clerk frantically clicked print.

A moment later, a thin sheet of A4 paper came out of the printer.

Su Bai took the paper.

The paper was very light, so light it seemed it would be blown away by the wind at any moment.

But everyone present knew that this piece of paper was heavier than Mount Tai.

It carries the dreams, sweat, and dignity of all of them.

Su Bai didn't look at anyone in the office. He simply took the paper, turned around, and walked straight out the door.

"Su Bai! Where are you going?" Shen Qingyue asked hurriedly.

Su Bai didn't turn around, but simply uttered a sentence.

"Go collect the debt."

......

Galaxy Pictures headquarters, top floor, chairman's office.

Wang Zhongjun leaned back in his chair, leisurely sipping a cup of hand-ground coffee, listening to his subordinates' reports.

"Yes, Chairman Wang, our Lunar New Year blockbuster is expected to reach 8000 million yuan in box office revenue on its opening day, and the word-of-mouth is also good. We can continue to increase the number of screenings in the future."

Wang Zhongjun nodded in satisfaction; he had lost interest in the young man named Su Bai.

In his view, what kind of waves can an animated film, which is firmly restricted to 5% of the screen time, possibly make?

Just then.

The heavy mahogany door of the office was violently pushed open from the outside.

Wang Zhongjun's secretary followed behind in a panic, trying to stop him, but he couldn't hold him back at all.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Wang, this gentleman insists on..."

Wang Zhongjun frowned, looked up, and was about to get angry.

He saw Su Bai.

Su Bai walked in step by step, his face expressionless.

He walked straight to the large desk.

Under Wang Zhongjun's cold gaze, he raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

He slammed that thin A4 sheet of paper hard in front of Wang Zhongjun.

The liquid in the coffee cup splashed out due to the sudden vibration.

The air in the entire office seemed to freeze at that moment.

Su Bai leaned forward, placed his hands on the table, and calmly looked at Wang Zhongjun.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it struck Wang Zhongjun's heart hard.

"Chairman Wang, the bet on 80% occupancy."

"Now, it's your turn to keep your promise."

Wang Zhongjun's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the paper.

When he saw the glaring 100% above, his pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.