Chapter 320 Balancing Containment, Even Rain and Dew

Faced with Wu Tao's praise, Zhao Li, who was wiping her long hair, was also a little stunned.

While stunned, she didn't understand whether it was her figure, this pajamas, or her charming appearance after bathing that was being praised?

It wasn't until his eyes fell on Wu Tao's hand that he was tapping the stack of manuscript papers that he didn't understand.

A burst of embarrassment could not help but blush on her pretty face, mixed with the blush after bathing, it was hard to tell which was which.

After Wu Tao praised him, he changed the subject, "However, there are still some problems. In terms of plot connection and progression, it is not natural enough. I have changed it. Come and take a look..."

With that said, the two got together again and continued to study the structure and plot of Star Soul's story.

The next morning, when An Rong woke up, she found herself lying on the bed like a baby, not even covering her with a blanket.

As for the body, it was still dressed in the same shorts and vest, obviously no one had touched it.

Fortunately, the room was neither hot nor cold, otherwise I would have caught a cold.

Yawning and wearing slippers, she walked out of the room. An Rong took a closer look and saw two rickety guys sleeping on the sofa.

One has disheveled hair, the other smells bad, but the body is still entangled, like a happy twist.

The one with disheveled hair was naturally Zhao Li who had taken a shower, and the one with the stinky smell was naturally Wu Tao who fell asleep after discussing and unknowingly.

What's even more outrageous is that in his sleep, Wu Tao hugged one of Zhao Li's thighs, while his stinky feet went over Zhao Li's big breasts and pressed against her chin.

can you sleep in such condition?

An Rong was a little unhappy for a while, these two people really have no shame!

But when her eyes came into contact with the messy draft paper and dense handwriting on the coffee table, the little emotions in her heart disappeared again.

After all, it's all for work, so why should I be angry with myself?

After shaking off the small emotions in her heart, An Rong couldn't help laughing.

It was so funny how they slept like this.

Amidst a burst of giggling and crisp laughter, Zhao Li woke up first, and turned her head habitually, only to find that the back of her neck was a little stiff, as if she had a stiff neck.

The swollen nostrils were filled with a stinky footskin smell, which was sour and irritating, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

One look, followed by a scream echoing in the suite, "Ah... ah..., your stinky feet, you didn't take a shower!"

Zhao Li jumped up from the sofa and pushed Wu Tao's stinky feet aside.

Wu Tao almost staggered and almost fell off the sofa.

Reluctantly stepping on the ground, rubbing my eyes, I always feel that my feet are slippery and greasy, something is really wrong.

Taking a closer look, Wu Tao immediately became confident, "Look at your saliva, it dripped on my foot!"

Well, the eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, everyone is in the same boat, so don't dislike anyone.

On the other hand, An Rong was on the side, with her left hand on her hips, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

The white and tender gully exposed under the little vest made Wu Tao's eyelids straighten for a while, and he gulped down his saliva.

"It stinks, it stinks, I have to wash it again..." Zhao Li muttered and went back to the room.

An Rong was tired of laughing, and only now did she notice Wu Tao's staring eyes, her pretty face flushed, she covered her chest, twisted her body and ran back to the house.

In a blink of an eye, there was no one in the hall. Wu Tao had no choice but to drag his sticky feet covered with Zhao Li's saliva, and went back to the room step by step.

When it was noon, Wu Tao welcomed the MAGAZINE people in the hotel coffee shop.

Negotiations on the animation copyright development of Star Soul comics have officially started.

MAGAZINE obviously made sufficient preparations this time. The animation production team they brought is the famous SUNRISE (Sunrise Club).

This is a team that has produced enduring and far-reaching Gundam series works, with experienced voice actors, music production teams, and TV animation production experience.

Only in terms of the number of people, SUNRISE is still inferior to established animation production companies, such as Toei Animation and Studio Ghibli.

People from MAGAZINE and SUNRISE were sent off on the front foot, and Yoshiko Tsuruta brought the representatives of Studio Ghibli on the back foot.

Wu Tao didn't even change his seat, ordered another cup of coffee, and continued the conversation.

Yoshiko Tsuruta was able to persuade the Ghibli team, obviously she put a lot of effort into it.

Wu Tao can see the sincerity and sincerity of SUNDAY magazine from this incident.

After all, the founder of Ghibli is the famous Hayao Miyazaki. Since its establishment, it has made remarkable achievements in the field of theater animation.

In the early years, Studio Ghibli would sell big theater animations almost every other year.

Therefore, although the number of works of Studio Ghibli is far less than that of SUNRISE, but because it is a boutique route, it earns a lot of money.

It's just that in the past two years, there have been some changes in the studio, and it hasn't produced a good film for two consecutive years, and it feels like it's falling into a low ebb.

In the last two days of the signing event, Wu Tao repeatedly pondered the two options at hand.

As for Hideo Nakajima, who was sober, he also represented Toei Animation, and visited several times dressed like a man, but he sent them all back.

After all, the unhappiness happened in the nightclub, no matter how big-hearted I am, I can't tolerate this kind of suspicion.

Anyway, the two clues of SUNRISE and Studio Ghibli are enough for you to choose.

Finally, the day before he left to go to Hokkaido to soak in the hot springs, Wu Tao set the tone of handing over the copyright of Star Soul animation to SUNRISE for cooperation, but there was an additional condition.

That is, SUNRISE can only have the distribution rights of Star Soul animation in regions other than China.

The distribution rights in China are still in the hands of Baku Manke.

Naturally, Wen Hui and the delegation had no objection to such a result, and Zhao Li also listened to him.

It's just that getting along with Tsuruta Yoshiko's team day and night these days has allowed everyone to establish a good relationship.

With such a result, everyone felt a little sorry for Tsuruta Yoshiko and SUNDAY Magazine.

Regarding this, Wu Tao waved his hands carelessly, "Don't worry, I've already thought about it."

So just after Wen Hui signed a cooperation agreement with Sunrise, Wu Tao brought Yoshiko Tsuruta to talk.

Yoshiko Tsuruta, even if Wu Tao didn't choose her recommendation, she was still diligent. Unlike Fukuyama Gang, who likes to push his nose and face, and takes himself seriously.

It is also because of this that Wu Tao is willing to talk to her a few more words to appease the SUNDAY side.

"Ms. Tsuruta, it's a pity that I didn't have an in-depth cooperation with SUNDAY on animation production this time."

"No, no, Wu Sang, it's convenient for SUNDAY to support your decision. As far as I personally think about it, SUNRISE has a tougher style of painting, which is more in line with the theme of Xinghun's works."

"...In addition, SUNRISE has rich experience in TV animation production and distribution, which is much better than Studio Ghibli. Maybe in the future, when Star Soul wants to make a theatrical version of animation, I can match the cooperation between the two parties."

"...Only in this way, it will be impossible for SUNDAY magazine to use Star Soul to further expand its influence and increase sales."

Wu Tao calmly said: "What if I provide you with the right to reprint another work no less than Xinghun within half a year?"

"Nani?" Yoshiko Tsuruta stood up abruptly, even spilling a lot of coffee in her hand.

I was so excited that I lost my composure.

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