Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 306

After the shock, Klimt asked his doubts in a trembling voice: "Dear sir, I don't know, what does this division of labor and assembly line mean? How can I earn 5 silver coins a day? Do you have any requirements?"

"This is very simple." Zhang Ang explained in detail: "You are all working alone now. One person has to draw lines, design scenes, paint and modify things by yourself. Of course, this speed cannot be improved. Here The division of labor and cooperation refers to a comic, which is completed by the four of you together!"

Zhang Ang pointed to the carefree guy: "For example, he has good sketching skills, so he specializes in drawing lines and draws the lines of character scenes first. For example, you are a student of oil painting and have excellent coloring skills. Then he will hand over the lines to you, and you will color them. There are two others, one is responsible for designing the scene task actions, making a draft, and the other is responsible for the final touches and handling details. Four people are like flowing water If it is the same, this cartoon will be completed. The speed will be much faster!"

After listening to Zhang Ang's explanation, the four street painters including Adolf on the side nodded, as if they understood a little.

It’s just that I still have some doubts, it’s Adolf: “I’ve also heard of such joint painting, but those are masters in art colleges, their skills have reached a very high level, and they are very familiar with each other’s styles. This kind of joint painting can only be achieved. But at the current level of the few of them, if they do it like this, the things they draw... this, definitely can’t be called good."

The four painters also agreed with Mu Lu, obviously unwilling to cooperate with others.

"Oh, why don't you guys understand? What I want in this manga is not high quality, but just one word! Hurry up!" Zhang Ang hated iron and steel, gritted his teeth, and tried to explain: "My manga is not It is counted according to the sheet, it is counted according to the book! After that, all the comics sold are one by one! Each one is composed of more than ten or twenty comics, telling a complete story! You see Now in this chapter, there are only four scenes, and the content is not much. Only with enough drawing paper can we express enough content! Complete the story!"

Zhang Ang reconfirmed: "And now I am pursuing a fast word, just want to publish one every week! A dozen or twenty comics form a comic book! Sell it!"

"For one book a week, twenty pictures, wouldn't it be three pictures a day?" Klimt thought quickly, and immediately shouted: "How is this possible?"

"Of course it can be done. As long as everyone forms an assembly line and has a clear division of labor, it can be done! I don't turn off the lights at night, why don't you practice it first." Zhang Ang suggested.

Although the four seemed a little disbelieving, they did not object any more.

Two tables were merged, four chairs were collected, and the drawing boards, pens, paper and paints were all prepared.

"Okay." Seeing the four of them sat down at the table, Zhang Ang began to announce: "Then let's start drawing the second picture of this comic! This one also consists of four scenes! The first one is outside the house. , It was already night, and a row of black armored knights appeared outside the house. Second, these knights attacked the house. Third, the house was destroyed, and the father of the family began to resist the attacking knights. Fourth One, while the father resisted the enemy, the mother took the child and started to flee!"

Zhang Ang looked around and made arrangements: "You are in charge of constructing the scene and drawing the draft! You are in charge of outlining the lines, scenes, and characters, and you must draw them clearly! You are in charge of coloring, simple coloring is fine, it doesn't need to be too delicate! You , responsible for the final touches and details!"

Then he clapped his hands and ordered: "Okay, let's start."

"Well, this... I'm not very good at drawing war scenes." The first person raised his hand, his face flushed.

"Forget it, you are in charge of the final polish, and the one who polishes is in charge of building the scene! Adolf, you go and help!" Zhang Ang ordered.

After a while, a rough draft was drawn.

"Report! Just draw the line according to this draft? Can you change it a bit? His movement seems too stiff, I think." The carefree guy issued another opinion.

"Just draw the line according to the draft! No modification is allowed!" Zhang Ang sternly dismissed his plan.

After grunting a few times, the carefree guy didn't insist anymore, and devoted himself to painting. His basic skills are very solid. With just a few strokes, the outlines of houses and people can be seen on the paper. After a while, the outline is ready.

But the coloring guy got stuck again. Holding the drawing paper, he hesitated for a long time without writing: "Well, how do you color this? Do you have any requirements? For example, which master's style should you choose? It's better to be simple."

"Use what you are best at! The fastest one! Whatever style you want!" Zhang Ang interrupted him with a dark face.

"Oh." No more questions, all kinds of paints were melted away, and Klimt started to paint.

It took a little longer to color, and gradually, a cartoon consisting of four scenes began to appear in front of everyone.

"Okay, that's enough, I'll leave those details to the next person!" Seeing that it was almost done, Zhang Ang interrupted Klimt, who was painting in ecstasy, and handed the painting to Schiller who was waiting for him.

The green grass, the moonlight, the burning house, the overturned cavalry, the long knife cut out, the father's angry expression
The details were gradually enriched, and the whole scene suddenly became flesh and blood.

After a while, the brush was put down, and a completed cartoon was placed on the table.

"Oh, this is simply, this is simply unbelievable!" The carefree guy who said this: "How long has it been?"

"One and a half hours!" Adolf next to him said coldly.

"It's a miracle! Did we really draw this?" It was Klimt who spoke.

"I think it's still flawed and needs to be revised, for example." Schiller's voice was so weak that everyone ignored him.

Zhang Ang encouraged: "Look, everyone, isn't this very fast? One piece in an hour and a half, if you work nine hours a day, you can probably get six pieces! That's six silver coins!"

"Oh! Sure enough, there are two more!" The guy in charge of the draft was the first to cheer!
Smiles appeared on the faces of several others.

"No." Zhang Ang interrupted their guessing and laughed: "I mean, six pieces per person! One painting, four people complete it, one piece per person! Six pieces, that is, six pieces per person!"

"Six pieces!" The carefree guy stood up in surprise: "You, you are not joking."

"Of course not." Zhang Ang took out a bag from his pocket, counted out eight, and handed it over: "Okay, this is today's wages! Two silver coins per person, take it away."

Looking at the surprised and disbelieving four people, Zhang Ang continued: "In addition, the salary is calculated on a daily basis! We still need more manpower here! Everyone go back and help us find them, and recommend some people with decent strength and character. Come on, we all want it! Don’t worry we won’t be able to accept it, I will open a big comic book club on this art street!”

"Okay, you all go down." Zhang Ang waved back the excited four people: "Tomorrow we will prepare the venue for the comic club, and you will bring people over for interviews then!"

(End of this chapter)