Chapter 186 Strike up a conversation
The hot steam rises and the fragrance of tea fills the air.

Yang Yu's head was still buzzing, and he was sitting here before he could come to his senses.

"So, how much money does your project cost?"

A voice instantly cleared Yang Yu's confused thoughts. Hearing the words he had been waiting for day and night, he was instantly startled and said quickly:

"No, 60 million. 50 million will do."

Chen Mo flipped through the project book and did not answer immediately.

Seeing this, Yang Yu added with a lack of confidence, "If it really doesn't work, 40 million will also be fine."

Chen Mo raised his head and said with a smile: "How much do you need?"

"A conservative estimate is 60 million. 50 million is fine. 40 million should be enough if I grit my teeth."

Yang Yu's voice became more and more hoarse as he spoke.

Obviously, the cold reality forced him to suppress his surging "ideals" step by step.

Chen Mo asked: "Your project book says that your project was approved two years ago?"

Yang Yu nodded, "Before, I was leading my own studio team to polish the script and do some preliminary character designs."

"Because of insufficient funds, we have been working on it intermittently. When we run out of money, we will take on some work like game promotional videos, and then continue working when we make money."

"How long will the entire production cycle take?"

Yang Yu thought for a moment and said, "If the funds are in place, it should be completed within three years."

Chen Mo smiled, "Conservative again?"

Yang Yu explained: "Because there are nearly 2,000 special effects shots here, our studio alone is not enough, we have to find special effects teams from other companies to cooperate."

"Even for some difficult special effects scenes, we may have to find foreign teams, because our domestic special effects production technology and industry are still far behind the world's top production levels."

"Hearing what you said, I feel like 60 million might not be enough for you to burn."

Yang Yu said awkwardly: "If you don't have enough money, you can spend it by saving it."

Chen Mo said with interest: "Really, can you save the 30 million?"

Yang Yu trembled with bitterness and remained silent.

Chen Mo closed the project book and said, "Then let's start with 60 million."

Yang Yu suddenly looked up, and while he was surprised, he also keenly caught a word, "First?"

Chen Mo said calmly, "If you want to do it, you must do your best, otherwise don't do it at all. If the money is not enough later, I can add more, but you have to come up with a new work."

"World-class level? If others can do it, there's no reason why we can't. Although we started a few years later, we may still catch up."

"If the Chinese animation industry wants to develop, it must innovate local culture, upgrade its own technology, and integrate resources. I have no say on the first two, and you have to do the latter."

Chen Mo said calmly: "It's just spending money."

Yang Yu was stunned when he heard this, and asked in a daze: "Why?"

Why are you willing to do something that “doesn’t make money”?
Why are you willing to do such an "idealistic" thing?
Chen Mo chuckled and said, "What a coincidence. I've made too much money recently and I'm worried about where to spend it."

Yang Yu: “.”

What a simple reason, but it sounds a bit infuriating.

Chen Mo shook his head and sighed, "Recently, the money I made from live e-commerce and short dramas has been a bit easy. I always feel a bit uneasy in my heart. I still have to do some 'hard work' projects to neutralize it."

Listening to these "inhuman" words, Yang Yu took a deep breath and forced a smile to agree with them.

"The dog and the cat, the elders and the teacher, none of them can see what's on my mind~~"

Rose Love, as soon as Chen Mo entered the door, he heard the clear voice of his apprentice playing and singing.

Looking at Fang Taichu on the stage, singing and playing the guitar cheerfully while shaking his head in ecstasy, Chen Mo couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Actually, my teeth have changed and I can no longer wear the skirt I wore last year. I looked in the mirror and I was a little curious about what you and I will look like when we grow up."

Chen Mo looked around, and under the dim light, he quickly found the eye-catching figure sitting in front of the bar.

Huang Yimei was wearing a lavender dress, her bare hands gently supporting her chin, her legs lazily lifted, her high heels gently swaying, her figure graceful. Chen Mo was about to walk over when he saw a man with oily hair and powdered face who had gotten there before him.

"Hello, beautiful lady, can I meet you?"

Huang Yimei didn't even raise her eyes and said softly, "No."

The man was not discouraged. He tried his best to maintain a gentlemanly attitude and asked with a smile:

"Then can I know what kind you like? Maybe you have some misunderstandings about me."

Huang Yimei glanced at him and said, "I don't like people who don't try to chat with me."

The man's smile froze, then he shrugged and said nonchalantly, "Sorry to bother you then."

"I finally believe why you didn't recognize me before."

Hearing the familiar voice, Huang Yimei turned her head.

Chen Mo walked closer with a smile and jokingly said, "Isn't it disturbing your charm?"

Huang Yimei rolled her eyes and said, "It's all because of the popularity you brought. There weren't so many boring people in the store before."

Chen Mo smiled and said, "Then you still blame me?"

"You can blame yourself, Mom, for being so charming."

Fang Taichu ran down from the stage and said excitedly, "Master, did you hear what I sang just now?"

Huang Yimei scratched her daughter's nose and said, "I taught you to sing two songs, and you're already turning your elbow outward?"

Chen Mo touched Fang Taichu's head and said, "Hey, this is my apprentice. How can you say he is turning away?"

Fang Taichu smiled and nodded repeatedly, "That's right."

Huang Yimei raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Then I have become an outsider, right?"

"How could that be, my dear mother~~"

Fang Taichu immediately laughed and hugged Huang Yime's arm and acted coquettishly.

Huang Yimei shook her head helplessly and gestured to Chen Mo, "Your friend has arrived and is sitting at the table over there."

"Really? I thought he wasn't here yet."

Chen Mo followed Huang Yimei's gaze and saw Ning Zhijian chatting happily with a heavily made-up woman.

"what's the situation?"

Huang Yimei shrugged. "Didn't I just say that my store has been doing well recently, and a lot of bored people have come here."

"And your friend," Huang Yimei said with a playful smile, "is also very charming."

Chen Mo couldn't help rubbing his temples, "Then I'll go over first."

"okay."

“Disgusting~~”

Ning Zhijian said something that made the woman laugh.

"You are so good at making girls happy, there must be a lot of people who like you, right?"

Ning Zhijian smiled and said, "I have indeed rejected many people."

The woman asked curiously, "How many are there?"

Ning Zhijian thought for a moment and said, "Thirteen."

The woman couldn't help but ask, "So many people like you, but you don't like any of them?
Ning Zhijian chuckled, "Because they are not you."

The woman's eyes moved and she said shyly, "Actually, I like you, too."

Ning Zhijian was about to continue speaking, but suddenly saw Chen Mo coming, and smiled and said:

"The fourteenth."

(End of this chapter)