CHAPTER 7

Feng Haoran frowned, causing deep wrinkles to appear on his fat forehead. He looked at Tang Manya with a look of disappointment.

In fact, in comparison, between the two gold medal producers, Tang Manya and Wei Zixuan, Feng Haoran is more optimistic about Tang Manya.

However, Feng Haoran couldn't understand what Tang Manya did with White Myth.

Feng Haoran asked the question buried in his heart with great pain: "Why do you have to find an ideal game artist before you are willing to start making White Myth?"

Feng Haoran looked at Tang Manya in confusion. This was a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time, and he finally asked it at this moment.

Tang Manya smiled calmly and said, "Boss Feng, I attach great importance to the game White Myth and have devoted almost all my efforts to it. Now the painting styles of the artists in the company are not suitable. I will only start production when I find an artist with my ideal style. This is my persistent pursuit of art. I hope Boss Feng understands."

Feng Haoran sighed helplessly. He also knew that Tang Manya had very high artistic pursuits for her work. If the artistic standards were not met, it would be impossible for Tang Manya to just find an artist to complete the task.

Feng Haoran looked at Tang Manya with some disappointment and said, "Vice President Tang, I originally had high hopes for your White Myth game. As you know, our competitor, Feiyue Games, will soon launch several big productions that will be released simultaneously around the world. I had hoped that your White Myth could compete with Feiyue Games' masterpieces, but now it seems that we can only pin our hopes on Director Wei's Canglan Continent."

Tang Manya opened her rosy little mouth slightly and couldn't help but sigh. She said goodbye to Feng Haoran.

Feng Haoran watched Tang Manya's back as she left, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing. He took out a cigarette with an anxious look on his face, lit it, and took a long puff.

Three months later, the International Game Exhibition GEA will begin. Tengyi Games' arch-rival and competitor Feiyue is gearing up and promoting heavily, preparing to launch several ambitious blockbusters to participate in the International Game Exhibition GEA and impact the global market.

As for Tengyi Games, Feng Haoran originally hoped that producer Tang Manya's new production would be able to compete with Feiyue Games, but now this hope has been completely dashed.

The board of directors urged and blamed Feng Haoran every day. The pressure was so great that Feng Haoran's diabetes was about to relapse.

Tang Manya returned to her office, leaning her graceful and elegant body against the desk. She gently touched her smooth forehead with her slender jade hands and frowned slightly, feeling a little annoyed.

It would be a lie to say that Tang Manya was not anxious.

She is also under great pressure now.

The competitor's new masterpiece will be released in three months.

However, Tang Manya had to suspend the development of her own project because she was dissatisfied with the art style, and the launch of the game is nowhere in sight.

What Tang Manya urgently needs now is a painter whose artistic style meets her needs.

Only by finding this key painter can the game progress be restarted.

It can be said that Tang Manya has reached the point of being eager to recruit talented people.

At this moment, Tang Manya's beautiful eyes suddenly focused, and she suddenly saw an email prompt flashing on the computer.

It was Team Leader Chen Meilin from Huayi Art Company who sent her an email.

In the email, there were two sample pictures, signed by Wang Haoran and Chu Fan respectively.

When Tang Manya clicked on Chu Fan's painting, her beautiful eyes instantly brightened and her rosy little mouth slowly opened wide.

Chu Fan's painting style looks extremely mature and steady, which is not like what a 23-year-old young man can have at all. The handling of some details and the changes of light and shadow are extremely sophisticated and skillful. The characters in the paintings are lifelike, and their eyes seem to speak as they stare at Tang Manya outside the painting.

"Isn't this the painter I long for?"

Tang Manya could hardly believe her eyes. Her breathing became rapid, and her plump breasts rose and fell even more.

"I must get this painter!"

Tang Manya gritted her teeth, made up her mind, and excitedly dialed Chen Meilin's number.

In Chen Meilin's office, the cell phone rang.

Chen Meilin looked at her phone and saw 'Vice President Tang of Tengyi Game Company'.

Chen Meilin's beautiful eyes showed excitement. Tengyi Game Company was a very famous game company in Jincheng. Several of its mobile games had long been at the top of the rankings. If Huayi Art Company could receive the outsourcing business from Tengyi Game, its popularity would skyrocket, and the various benefits it would bring would be difficult to estimate.

Vice President Tang is a nationally renowned gold medal game producer. Every game she produces is extremely popular and is a frequent visitor to the best-selling list.

Chen Meilin picked up the phone excitedly and said nervously, "Hello, Vice President Tang! Are you satisfied with the sample pictures we sent you?"

Tang Manya's suppressed excitement came from the phone: "Team Leader Chen, I have seen the two sample pictures you sent. I am very satisfied with the one signed by Chu Fan. I hope to appoint Chu Fan as the art concept designer for the new game."

Chen Meilin showed a trace of surprise on her pretty face and asked, "Really? Vice President Tang, are you sure you want to use Chu Fan?"

Chen Meilin could hardly hide her excitement.

Tang Manya is a well-known gold medal producer in the gaming industry. She actually personally appointed Chu Fan to be the art concept artist. Chen Meilin was extremely surprised.

It can be seen that Chu Fan's paintings left a very deep impression on her.

On the phone, Tang Manya continued: "Yes, I think this Chu Fan is the painter I want to work with."

Chen Meilin became even more excited.

...

In the large office, however, the scene was quite different.

Chu Fan had packed his things and walked out calmly.

When Chu Fan passed by the First Art Group, Xu Buxin and several of his companions were still laughing at him.

"You deserve to be fired. I've disliked you for a long time." Xu Buxin looked smug.

Chu Fan stopped and looked at Xu Buxin coldly.

Xu Buxin glared and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chu Fan smiled faintly and said, "Master Xu, I'll buy you some water."

After saying that, Chu Fan came to the water dispenser, picked up a paper cup, and took a glass of boiled water.

Several painters were puzzled and asked curiously: "Strange, what does Chu Fan want to do?"

Xu Buxin was also confused: "Is he so afraid of me? He actually offered me a drink of water?"

Chu Fan was holding a cup of water, as if he was going to pass it to Xu Buxin, but he slipped and swayed a few times, and the whole cup of water splashed all over Xu Buxin's face.

Water droplets kept dripping down Xu Buxin's hair, and a large area of his clothes was wet. He looked extremely miserable.

Wang Haoran and other painters were stunned.

Xu Buxin screamed, "What are you doing?"

His face was covered in water, with drops dripping down his hair. He looked extremely miserable.

Chu Fan quickly picked up the toilet paper and wiped the water off Xu Buxin, saying exaggeratedly: "Oh, sorry, painter Xu, I wanted to buy you a drink of water, but I didn't hold it firmly."