Back at Akira Toriyama's residence, Takaji Matsuyama asked, "Why don't you want to sleep here again today, right?"

Su Budong asked back: "Isn't it possible?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go get you the bedding." Helplessly, Takaji Matsuyama went to Akira Toriyama's house to get the bedding.

"Su Jun, Mr. Tezuka has not been too long." After Matsuyama left, Toriyama suddenly said.

"What?" Su Budong thought there was something wrong with his hearing. "Then he..."

"It is said to be cancer... it has not been long. He is here to see the younger generations. He always feels that he still has a lot of time. But he is entrusting the future of Japanese comics to us." Toriyama looked gloomy.

"How do you know about this?" Su Budong suddenly felt a sense of depression in his heart and could not be released, which was particularly uncomfortable.

Su Budong thought he was just right, but he didn't expect to meet Mr. Osamu Tezuka's "entrusted to him". The old man has been drawing cartoons all his life. He remembered the hunched back and his nose was a little sour.

Why can Japanese comics become popular all over the world? It is related to the fact that the old gentlemen have spared no effort to dedicate their love to comics, and also to the fact that this craftsman spirit has never cut off its inheritance in Japan.

"I told me before Torishima came... I just didn't expect you to come today." Toriyama had a rare day of leisure, but today I didn't play games, but started talking.

"Born from the countryside, my favorite thing when I was young was "Astro Boy", and I liked to read comic books over and over again. While reading comics, I also thought, 'It would be great if I could draw something too'... My parents gave me less pocket money, so I drew everything I wanted. I was quite ridiculous at that time, right?"

"No, that's the boy who only every boy understands."

Su Budong remembered that when he was in school, he often stole some money from his parents to buy comics. At that time, the top pirated "Dragon Ball" in China sold for 6 yuan per copy, usually in the amount of 5-6 chapters. But thicker ones, such as 41 volumes, were "high prices" of 9 yuan. At that time, parents' salaries were only a few hundred yuan.

Although he was beaten up, he was finally forgiven because Su Budong bought "books" instead of other things.

At that time, what he thought most was to draw comics. Even if he couldn't draw a comic, just imagining and creating a charming heroic world would be moving enough.

"By chance, I went to my female classmate's house and saw a cabinet of comic books her brother collected. Do you know how shocking it was to me? So I had to achieve such a result at that time. The ambition to place the comics I drew in the readers' cabinet..."

"When I went to high school, because I was good at painting, I went to the design department of industrial high school. When I graduated, I didn't want to go to college, but wanted to work directly. Maybe at that time I was just an arrogant guy who didn't know the best of the world."

"But entering society is not as easy as I thought. When I entered an advertising design company, I was often criticized because I didn't like being restricted. Because overtime at night made the black and white reverse, I often couldn't get up during the day... I have been in the work for two years, and I didn't even get much money from a girl who just joined the company. So I couldn't stand this kind of life, and I decided to resign." Toriyama recalled quietly.

"After resigning, I ran into a wall everywhere and really experienced all kinds of society. I could only rely on the skills of painting to paint and sometimes even asked my parents for money... Inadvertently, I saw the newcomer award of "Weekly Magazine" was being called for, and the winner would be 500,000 yen! At that time, the money was a huge sum of money for me. So for the sake of the prize, I completed my first comic work "Aorld".

Aki Toriyama took out a stack of copied manuscripts from the drawer to make original paintings. Su Budong went over and found that the painting contained the familiar Aki Toriyama and a group of ancient warriors.

"But when I finished painting this work, I found that the deadline had passed. It will take half a year to call for the next time. I didn't want to wait for half a year so I cast the comics to "Weekly Boy Jump" - but jumps have always been stingy, so they only gave 100,000 yen!" Akira Toriyama laughed.

"What happened later?" Su Budong asked.

"You must think that my comic won the Newcomer Award? Actually, it didn't. The characters in this comic all had movie prototypes, so it was impossible to publish them in a magazine, so I regretted losing the election, but the editor Kazuhiko Torishima discovered me and contacted me and asked me to continue to cast some paintings for him. So the later Alarei."

"Bird Island can say that you are a man of the lord."

"Well, if it weren't for him, there would probably be no Toriyama now."

"But you don't really have a cold about him."

"The author and the editor have always been in two extremes."

"That's right." Su Budong remembered the classmate Haisheng who was urging the manuscript. "In fact, people's life is unpredictable, but sticking to their dreams always brings the moment when they shine. Even if they will be late at that moment, they will always come."

"Yes, in fact, a poor boy in the country never thought he could get all this today." Toriyama smiled. He brewed two cups of barley tea and gave Su Budong a cup.

The two of them were speechless in front of the steaming teacup for a long time because they were immersed in an inexplicable sadness.

Takashi Matsuyama returned to the studio with the bedding and brought a boxed lunch for three.

Akira Toriyama slapped his head, "I'm going home tonight!"

"Hey hey hey!" Su Budong looked shocked. If I come, you are going to go home to sleep?

"There are always some tasks to be completed, not to mention that it is not necessary to draw today." Akira Toriyama's face turned red.

"You don't need to paint because I helped you finish 4 pages, okay? No, you will be with me tonight." Su Budong was fooling.

"It will definitely be next time." How quickly did Akira Toriyama learn bad things?

Su Budong “…”

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Before going to bed at night, Su Budong looked at Takashi Matsuyama with disgust, and it made Takashi Matsuyama so depressed. Even if I am not a big yellow girl, you don’t need to look at me like this, right? Is Akira Toriyama? He is not, you can sleep well without him? Takashi Matsuyama always feels that the look of Su Budong looking at him is like a mistress.

No words all night.

The next morning, Toriyama Akihito appeared in front of the two of them with a refreshing breath and brought breakfast. Subudong hurriedly finished eating and then rushed back to Tokyo. He made an appointment with Toei and Sunrise to meet this afternoon, and it was not good if he was late.

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Back at Tokyo Haneda Airport and took out a copy of the animation, Subodong came to Toei's subsidiary company in Shinjuku.

After being welcomed into the conference room, the head of Toei Animation and the head of Sunrise also came together.

"Mr. Su, I have heard of Daqi for a long time, and I am lucky to meet you."

"Good luck."

The two persons in charge on the opposite side are much older than Subudon, and there are the kind smiles of animated people between their eyebrows.

"Takao Imazawa." Su Budong couldn't help but look at the man a few more times. This man was the smart Ikkyu, the fusion of the Six Gods, and the producer of Digimon.

"Good luck."

When I was a child, in addition to listening to the brainwashing song "Cutting the chicken and cutting the chicken and cutting the chicken and cutting the chicken", I also sang "The Thunder King of Six Gods Combined with Huwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu

"Kenji Uchida."

"Good luck." To be honest, Kenji Subudong Uchida really doesn't know what animation he has done.

But Subdong had a good first impression of them.

"You want to buy the copyright of robot animation, right?" Kenji Uchida asked straight to the point, as a major robot manufacturer.
Chapter completed!