I'm Really a Superstar

At Zhang Ye's Studio.

The video conference call was in session.

But the entire conference room was silent. Ha Qiqi, Zhang Zuo, Wu Yi, Little Wang, Little Sun, and everyone else was staring in shock at Zhang Ye, who was grinning in the video call.

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"You drew another four new comic series?"

"I'm gonna faint, four?"

"You're playing with fire with so many of them!"

"You already have three titles serialized!"

"Director Zhang, that's enough already! Enough!"

Having woken up this morning, they found four newly drawn comics waiting in their inboxes. Could you imagine just how shocked these people from Zhang Ye's Studio were? All of them were floored!

There were three titles before this!

And now, another four titles are going to be added?

That's a fucking total of seven titles!

Just how big of a ruckus are you planning!

You've come up with comics for all the different demographics: sports, high action, teenage boys, teenage girls, children, young men. You're truly carrying out a strategic bombing with no intention of leaving any room for the people to escape!

But Zhang Ye just smiled and said: "We'll do it the usual way."

Ha Qiqi gave a bitter smile. "Alright."

Zhang Ye looked at Little Sun: "Little Sun, your uncle—oh, your uncle represented us the previous time. Then, is your aunt free?"

Little Sun nearly broke down in tears. "She's free."

Zhang Ye blinked. "Your sister-in-law's brother and sister also settled down in Japan, didn't they?"

Little Sun knew deep down in his heart that none of his family members were going to be spared, so he might as well answer him. "They're all free."

Free? My ass, they're free!

Who stays at home all day and doesn't go to work?!

Zhang Ye nodded and said with a smile: "Great then, I'll be troubling them. Little Sun, thank your family for their contributions to the comics industry. The Asian people will forever remember them."

Everyone at the studio didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Please don't flatter other people like that!

Their whole family has basically allowed you to scam them over and over again!

If you come up with another two more titles, Little Sun would have to dig up his ancestral grave already!

…

Japan.

At a small comics magazine publisher.

"Ahhh!"

"It's here! It's arrived!"

"It's time for our turn!"

"The Heavens have not forsaken us!"

…

At a midsized comics publisher.

"Holy fuck!"

"This is it! This is the one!"

"We're gonna prosper!"

"Quickly get that serialized!"

…

Several days later.

At a restaurant.

Quite a few well-known Japanese cartoonists had gathered today, with more than 30 of them attending the gathering. All of them were respected teachers within the comics industry.

Martial King's author was present.

And also a few authors from the slightly smaller publishers.

"Come, let's eat."

"We can finally take a breather."

"Yeah, that Aoi, Ozawa, and Hatano are really too unruly. They've totally messed up the industry and misled the readers into thinking that it's very easy to draw comics. I can't help but get angry when I hear that! How is it easy? Why don't they come and try it for themselves! It's easier said than done!"

"That's right, that sort of an atmosphere was really unhealthy."

"We've finally managed to explain it to them now."

"That's right. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to clarify it."

"That's right, that's right!"

But at this moment, a cartoonist received a call.

Everyone was toasting and eating. Eventually, they saw that person with a dumbfounded look on his face!

After hanging up, that person said angrily, "My God!"

Everyone quickly asked, "What is it?"

That person was cursing. "Fucking hell!"

Everyone said, "What happened?"

"What?"

"What did you say?"

"Four titles?"

"Holy motherfucking shit!"

"Do they want to die!"

"Motherfucker! Where the hell did all these people pop out from?!"

The cartoonists got such a fright that they nearly sprayed blood!

Everyone in the restaurant could hear the group cursing and scolding!

What was face smacking?

This was a face smacking!

Not only did the fourth such person appear!

The fifth, sixth, and seventh persons also appeared!

Four of them appeared all at once!

At this moment, the comics world in Japan broke down!

At this time, those cartoonists even started doubting themselves. Was it really because they were too slow at drawing? They were all getting anxious!

The readers in Japan also blew up!

"Holy shit!"

"Those liars!"

"Who said that there wouldn't be a fourth person?"

"Yeah, who said it?"

"Those lazy bastards!"

"You lazy bastards! Hurry up and update!"

The readers were rebelling!

Thus, tragedy ensued!

Some people screwed up their comics within the first week!

Some people started doubting their own speed and pondered how they could draw even faster. From that, they embarked on another path altogether!

The entire Japanese comics world was plunged into an appalling situation. Almost all of the serialized comics had become unworthy of reading!

There was mourning all around!

The pages of the failed comics were strewn all over the place!

A well-run comics industry had somehow collapsed!

…

China.

When the staff of Zhang Ye's Studio saw this, they facepalmed in speechlessness. At this moment, they suddenly remembered Zhang Ye's other nickname!

Shit stirrer!

A shit stirrer that only appears once in 10,000 years!

Indeed, Director Zhang always brought misfortune to whichever industry he went to!

For this reason, a lot of Chinese people had named the phenomenon as: Zhang Ye's Law!

Just look! This law had been proven true once again!In the same context as Newton's Law.