Chapter 493: I am a little monster, carefree and free!

The next morning.

Upon learning that the Seven-Colored Rainbow Animation Studio was about to release the final promotional video for *Ne Zha*, all the media reporters sat in front of their computers, hunched over, waiting to file the fastest news reports.

But the media reporters didn't actually have high expectations for this cartoon; if it weren't for the gimmick of Lin Yu being the producer, everyone wouldn't even spend a second paying attention to this promotional video.

"Sigh! Domestic animation is nothing but old, stale tropes; the subject of *Ne Zha Conquers the Dragon King* itself isn't worth putting on the screen again."

"That's right, you can guess the plot; didn't he just kill the Dragon King’s third son and flood Chen Chen Tangguan? What’s worth watching there?"

"Everyone just write a couple of lines and put the focus on *The Avengers* instead!"

"......."

In the chat group, media reporters commented one after another.

It was the same on the internet.

Except for Lin Yu’s die-hard fans, almost no one would focus on this promotional video.

8:00 AM.

On major media platforms, the final trailer for *Ne Zha* produced by the Seven-Colored Rainbow Animation Studio was pushed on time.

Just as everyone expected.

The view count rose extremely slowly.

The number of likes was even more pitiful.

Half an hour later, the view count had only just passed 50,000, and there were only a pitiful 1,000 or so likes.

Seeing this scene,

Lin Yu, sitting in his office,

furrowed his brows.

Could it be that in this parallel world, domestic animation really had no audience?

At the same time,

Many film bloggers, Up-masters, and top influencers who had taken black money from the Domestic Animation Association started their broadcasts on time, with great tacit understanding.

Planning to fiercely criticize the shoddy production of *Ne Zha*.

"Hello everyone, I’m Bilibili film Up-master, Lan Lan Xiaofei."

"Today, let’s watch the promotional video for the domestic animated film *Ne Zha*, produced by Lin Yu and made by the Seven-Colored Rainbow Animation Studio."

Lan Lan Xiaofei curled his lips, his eyes full of contempt.

He had already taken the black money, and this time his task was to fiercely attack the flaws in this film’s promotional video.

To make the audience disappointed and not go to the cinema to pay for it.

Although Lan Lan Xiaofei’s moral character was average.

He did have professional knowledge; he had studied film editing and animation production for a few years and was considered an old hand in this industry.

"This story background is obviously the traditional mythological story *Ne Zha Conquers the Dragon King*."

Before Lan Lan Xiaofei even started playing the promotional video, he wanted to convey a boring and dull atmosphere to the audience.

Many of the viewers in the live broadcast room were die-hard fans, and they were quickly led by Lan Lan Xiaofei’s rhythm.

"Brother Lan Xiaofei is right, it’s really boring; it’s hard to film the unique features of this kind of mythological story."

"Don't talk about going to the cinema to buy a ticket; even if you gave it to me for free, I wouldn't watch it."

"Watching *Ne Zha*, I might as well listen to the storytelling of *Investiture of the Gods*! That’s more interesting than a cartoon."

"Brother Lan Xiaofei, talk about *The Avengers* instead! Change the film!"

"......."

Just as the audience was discussing it,

Lan Lan Xiaofei grinned and clicked on the official account of the Seven-Colored Rainbow Studio.

"Ah!"

"Is this Sichuan dialect?"

"The soundtrack seems to be in dialect too."

The smile on Lan Lan Xiaofei’s face froze instantly.

"Ahem."

"This can also be considered refreshing."

Lan Lan Xiaofei muttered, biting the bullet.

The audience was also instantly surprised by the Sichuan-style song and atmosphere.

No one expected this cartoon to have such a rich local Chinese flavor.

From the perspective of the soundtrack, *Ne Zha* had barely passed the first hurdle.

There were even many viewers from Sichuan.

Who started getting hyped up.

Typing "Basu" (awesome) frantically in the bullet comments.

"Don't be happy too soon, everyone; I bet it’s definitely old wine in a new bottle, nothing more than changing Mandarin to dialect; there’s nothing worth being surprised about. If you have the ability, change Ne Zha too!"

Before Lan Lan Xiaofei finished speaking,

The little demon Ne Zha made a stunning appearance on the screen.

Seeing the little Ne Zha’s outfit.

Lan Lan Xiaofei almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

The live broadcast room also exploded.

"Holy crap! This is Ne Zha? You’re telling me this is Ne Zha?"

"Hahaha, first time seeing a third prince with smoky makeup; before they were all cute, now he’s completely a ruffian-cool."

"How is he completely different from the Ne Zha in my impression? I kind of want to keep watching."

Seeing the rhythm in the live broadcast room being led astray, Lan Lan Xiaofei hurriedly calmed his mind and stared carefully at the screen to find faults.

"Uh."

"Isn't it just changing the makeup and hair?"

"Old wine in a new bottle, the character’s personality must be the same."

Lan Lan Xiaofei had just finished speaking...

When the little Ne Zha in the promotional video was seen on the street, head down, hands in his pockets, kicking a small stone on the ground, saying in a hopeless tone:

I am a little monster.

Carefree and free.

Killing without blinking.

Eating people without salt.

"Holy crap!"

"This, this is also possible!"

Lan Lan Xiaofei tremblingly pointed his finger at the computer screen and cursed directly.

Good grief!

It completely subverted the image of Ne Zha!

From language, attire, to behavior, it completely constructed a new character.

"Ne Zha is supposed to be lively and cheerful."

"This little Ne Zha of yours, the main theme is 'depressed', right?!"

Before Lan Lan Xiaofei could think of any words to continue slandering this depressed little demon,

The sky suddenly changed, dark clouds covered the sky, thunder roared, and lightning flashed.

A tornado-like lightning bolt struck the mansion of General Li Jing in Chen Chen Tangguan with great force.

A towering tsunami rose from the ground, leaving Lan Lan Xiaofei stunned.

"Holy crap."

"This, this light and shadow effect?"

"Are you sure this isn't produced by Hollywood?"

You’re telling me this is a domestic cartoon produced by a ragtag team?

Lan Lan Xiaofei’s face turned pale, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

At this moment, he even forgot his task as a hater.

He began to lean down, carefully watching every detail in the promotional video.

From time to time, a sense of pride inexplicably rose in his heart.

The sky has cleared!

At this moment, domestic animation seemed to have stood up!

Perhaps, perhaps this film would really create a historical monument for domestic animation.

And on the screen.

As the son of the demon, the little Ne Zha held his red-tasseled spear, stepped on his wind-fire wheels, and pointed arrogantly at the sky, roaring: "My fate is up to me, not the heavens!"

When this scene appeared.

The pseudo-moral defense line in Lan Lan Xiaofei’s heart completely collapsed.

He roared in his heart with tears in his eyes.

Screw it!

Whoever wants to earn this money can go earn it.

I’m returning the money; I’m not doing this job!

If I dare to slander a promotional video of this caliber today, my ancestral grave might be blown up tomorrow!