Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"Your salary will double."

Miyajima Minami's face darkened. He was a core employee of the long-established Nekosaki Nursery. Did this guy want to corrupt him with money?

"This isn't about money..."

"Double it again."

“But then again,” Miyajima Minami, whose back had been straight for eighteen years, finally bent, “the Nekosaki family has a secret medicine that enhances the ‘transformation’ ability and can solve the problem of stiff facial expressions.”

"Won't this affect Ditto?"

"Hmm... the effects of the secret medicine, when compared to humans, are like nourishing yin and yang. As long as you control your exercise level, it won't have any impact."

Miyajima Minami touched her nose, revealing a little secret about the incubation center.

Ditto is a genderless Pokémon, and guiding it to breed with other Pokémon is not an easy task.

A secret medicine was created, which, when combined with various aphrodisiac incense, could achieve the effect of "laying eggs quickly".

Quanshu handed him a sheet of paper: "There are some common moves on it for Ditto to practice. He needs to look natural and have a smooth expression."

"receive."

Miyajima Minami raised her claws.

Working here for a month is better than working at the breeding center for half a year. If he weren't about to marry into the Nekozaki family, he would have loved to switch allegiance to a wise ruler.

......

In the afternoon, Quanshu went to Ache's photography shop.

Jasmine and the new artist were drawing together in the studio. Seeing how focused they were, he didn't disturb them.

After deciding to expand its workforce, Quanshu rented a small studio apartment nearby as employee dormitories.

A-Che's photography shop is located in the suburbs, where rent is not expensive.

Or rather, since the economic recession that devastated Hollywood more than a decade ago, housing prices, except in the city center, have remained lukewarm.

"This is the script for the next movie."

We found A-Che; he was holding a pencil between his nose and lips.

"You want to tire me to death?"

A-Che picked up the storyboard he had just finished drawing on the table: "Although this group of people are good at the specific visuals, their level of animation storyboarding is not good enough. Can't we hire some illustrators with animation production experience?"

The spring and the tree surely long for it too.

In this place where the film industry is in decline and the gaming industry is sluggish, the kind of creature that A-Che is talking about is as rare as Pikachu in the Unova region.

“Even if there were an artist like that, I wouldn’t dare to give him the script directly,” Izumi sighed.

Ah Che understood the implication in his words: Was he being trusted? He couldn't help but feel a little smug and said:

"If you're worried about employee loyalty, why not train them yourself?"

"There is a Pokémon Research Institute between Cerulean City and Vermilion City, which holds fall recruitment every year."

Izumi asked curiously, "Isn't that a school specifically for training trainers?"

"Come on, what do a bunch of guys who only study theory know about combat? Most of them won't become trainers after graduation."

"If you're interested, I'll take you to see it next time."

Ah Che turned to the first page of the script, and four large characters came into view: "Ratatouille".

Food and rats?

He was taken aback. How could these two completely contradictory things be connected?

"Crazy Elf City is great, but unfortunately it attracted the unstable bomb that is Team Plasma. So I thought it over and decided to tell a story about elves and humans playing a magnificent symphony together."

A-Che could no longer listen to Quan-Shu's words.

He was immersed in the script, where a little Radamanthys who was skilled in cooking met the illegitimate son of a master chef who couldn't cook, and the sparks that flew were far more brilliant than he had imagined.

...

The story was not complicated overall, and he finished reading it quickly.

Quanshu's script continues his consistent style, simple yet sophisticated. He seems to be very good at touching people's hearts with short stories.

"Great movie," A-Che exclaimed.

His endorsement demonstrates that Ratatouille aligns with the world's aesthetic standards.

"There's just one problem: a typical Rattata is about 30 centimeters tall. How are you going to fit it into the chef's hat?"

"It's very simple, just find actors who are miniature in size."

By comparing the average size of a certain Pokémon, this world categorizes individual Pokémon into four size ranges: smaller, normal, larger, and boss.

The head-sized ones are the rarest, while the normal-sized ones are the most common.

"So, you've already found the miniature Rada?" Ache's curiosity grew.

"The Fox Thief is being searched; we'll let you know when he's found."

The spring trees were at ease, as they were most familiar with Golden City.

The investigation report from the Mongoose Detective Agency shows that there is indeed a group of small Rattatas operating underground in Goldenrod City.

A-Che clicked his tongue: "I've seen dogs catch mice all the time, but this is the first time I've seen a fox catch a mouse."

"Om-"

Quanshu's phone vibrated much faster than expected.

Chapter 80 The Unlucky Dark Triangle

"The sewer entrance is ahead!"

"Huff, huff, hurry!"

In the uneven old alleys of the city, a group of purple rat-like Pokémon were desperately fleeing, with several cunning little foxes trailing far behind them.

"As long as we can get to that place..."

The leader of the Little Rada, who was at the forefront, gazed at the manhole cover, his heart filled with hope.

But suddenly a paw slammed onto the manhole cover. Following the purple paw upwards, you saw a pickpocket cat licking its fur.

Her bright green eyes were full of mockery and ridicule.

"Damn it!"

The little raldas came to a complete stop, as if a train had been brought to an emergency halt.

The leader of the Little Rada felt a chill run through his body.

How did Pickpocket Cat get involved with Cunning Little Fox? Aren't they enemies who fight over resources?

With cats in front, foxes behind, and stone walls sprayed with colorful graffiti on both sides, the little Rattatas huddled together in the middle, shivering.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the fox thief, who had been crouching high up on the building, leaped back into the alley with a few bounds.

Looking at the unusually small Rattatas, he remembered what Izumi had said.

“The main habitat of the little rata is in the forest, but some have also strayed into and settled in the city.”

"To steal food in packs, Radamanthys must make good use of the various tunnels in the city, so the smaller they are, the better their chances of survival."

"Go and recruit the little Radas in the city."

Small size is advantageous for survival, however, the fighting power of wild Pokémon is often linked to their size.

Small size means weak combat power, and means that when faced with a threat, one can only band together for courage.

The frightened little radas bared their sharp claws and teeth, trying to scare them away.

"Squeak! We've always kept to ourselves in this city, what's the meaning of your actions today?"

The leader of the Little Rada, barely suppressing his fear, shouted defiantly.

The fox thief stepped forward.

"Shuhu! You may not know, but we little foxes have left the city and are working for a human."

"You've been subdued?"

Rattata becomes more wary of Pokémon that resemble humans.

"It's not about subjugating someone, it's about working as an employee and receiving compensation."

The little Rada leader didn't believe its nonsense, but a mouse under the eaves has no choice but to bow its head.

"What do you want from that fox thief?"

The fox thief, looking weary, said slowly, "Even if stealing can satisfy our hunger for a while, it is by no means a long-term solution. I would like to invite you to join Tingxiang."

"Tingxiang?"

The little Rattatas chattered amongst themselves for a while, then their leader called out, "Let the pickpocket cat leave first, then we'll talk."

"no problem."

The fox thief gave a signal, and two cunning little foxes carried two intact boxes of fried chicken to the pickpocket cats.

"Meow!"

Seeing the packaging of the scallion duck fried chicken shop, the pickpockets were drooling and very satisfied with the transaction.

"Gudong-"

The hungry little radas couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Fox Thief's mind raced, and he said, "Shoo-Fox! I'll treat you to fried chicken."

"Squeak!"

The little Radas are in turmoil.

The cunning little fox had surrounded them from all sides, and even if the leader was unwilling, it couldn't refuse.

Maintaining the escort formation, the fox thief walked lightly into the street.

A group of foxes were walking strangely around a mouse on a busy street.

At first, the little foxes were somewhat afraid of people's gaze, but gradually they discovered that it seemed different from the contempt and disgust they had felt before.

"Wow, Mom, look, it's Nick!"

A little girl tugged at her mother's clothes and pointed at the leader of the fox bandits.

"Actually, if you look closely, the cunning little fox is quite cute when it's not stealing things."

Where are they going? Why are they circling around the little rattata?

The leader of the Little Rada listened incredulously to the murmurs of the people.

Logically speaking, the cunning fox, like them, should be a rat in the street. When did humans become so friendly?

What's even stranger is that it was brazenly brought into the scallion duck fried chicken shop.

The master thief skillfully slapped a banknote on the counter.

"Three servings of fried chicken, all ready."

The owner, dressed in a chef's uniform, seemed quite skilled at it.

To avoid disturbing other customers, the fox thief took them away from the fried chicken shop.

After a while, the owner personally brought out three boxes of hot fried chicken.

It wasn't until the crispy and delicious fried chicken bombarded his taste buds that the little Rada chief was convinced this wasn't a dream.

"Shuhu! Join Tingxiang, and anything is possible."

Listening to the fox bandit's devilish whispers, the little Rada chieftain began to feel dizzy.

Even if it resists resolutely, look at its group of followers who have been fooled and are clearly wavering. Is the resistance of a single mouse really meaningful?