So, in his plans, the holy land of otaku culture he wanted to build was a massive project on the same scale as Modu Disneyland, complete with various anime-themed experience stores.
He wanted every visitor to this otaku paradise to linger reluctantly, utterly captivated and crazed over it!
To make this dream a reality, he would undoubtedly need a huge amount of capital. Just buying such a large plot of land in the incredibly expensive Modu area would cost an astronomical sum of money.
Calling it a money pit or a bottomless hole would not be an exaggeration. The slightest mistake could plunge the company into a financial crisis, causing all his efforts to go to waste.
This plan was destined to be a long-term, carefully considered choice.
That was precisely why Fang Zheng was not in a hurry. He knew that, given A Company's current financial situation, it was definitely incapable of supporting his grand ambition.
To realize this dream, A Company would at the very least have to reach the scale of T Group. That was the minimum requirement.
Seeing Fang Zheng deep in thought, Zhang Siyu left the office after finishing her report on the relevant work.
She knew Fang Zheng had been extremely busy lately. The mountain of A4 paper piled on his desk and the stack of original drawings nearly as tall as a person made it obvious just how busy he had been.
She had once suggested that Fang Zheng hire some artists, but he had refused.
The reason was simple: Fang Zheng did not want his works to be criticized because of inconsistencies in the art style.
At least while he was still able to handle the workload, he did not want anyone else drawing on his behalf.
A collapsed art style was a serious problem for an anime, and it also had a major impact on a company's reputation.
Just look at JC Company in his previous life. The more he said about it, the more tears there were. (My Date A Live III...!!!)
After Zhang Siyu left, Fang Zheng stretched and recalled what she had just said about fans sending razor blades. He could not help giving a couple of bitter laughs.
In another two or three days, Akame ga Kill! would come to an end. In the twenty-first episode that aired yesterday, Mine had finally followed her predecessors down the same path. After confessing her feelings to Tatsumi, she had forever closed those violet eyes.
If Fang Zheng's prediction was correct, the fans would be even more enthusiastic about sending razor blades next.
One had to understand that Akame ga Kill!, from beginning to end, could almost be called a complete tragedy. Shiru, Brody, Tsukimi, Lubbock, and the others had fallen one after another.
After that, the even more popular Tatsumi and Queen Esdeath would also die. Then there was Big Sister, lying alone in a deserted, pitch-black alley. None of these tragedies were things the audience could accept.
How many people had decided from the very beginning that Tatsumi was the protagonist?
Yet Akame ga Kill! did not even spare Tatsumi. Fang Zheng still could not forget the scene at the end of the anime, when Esdeath and Tatsumi embraced and transformed together into ice fragments filling the sky.
That scene had been beautiful and tranquil, but what it left the audience with was endless regret and longing.
The characterization of the villains in Akame ga Kill! had also been extremely successful. Nearly every villain had a story of their own, whether they belonged to the Empire or Night Raid.
They all had reasons to fight, and even dying in battle was something they would never hesitate to do.
He believed that nobody could truly hate villains like Kurome, Bols, and Will.
As for Esdeath, Fang Zheng could only say that, in his eyes, she had been the most successfully written character of all. Her popularity had even surpassed that of every member of the protagonist group, winning countless fans!
Many people hated Dog Girl, but if they calmed down and thought about it, they would discover that Dog Girl was merely a pitiful person who had been used.
She firmly believed in the justice that had been instilled in her, just as Esdeath had believed in the law of the jungle from beginning to end.
Even in Fang Zheng's view, Dog Girl's sense of justice was twisted. If he had to describe it, it might have been somewhat similar to Akainu from One Piece.
As the saying went, they were not the ones at fault. The fault lay with that dark and rotten era.
Thinking about the tragedies that would later reach nearly their peak, Fang Zheng rubbed his temples with a headache.
He actually did not want to step forward at this point. After finally managing to redirect the fans' anger because of Yang He, if he jumped out now, wouldn't the guns be pointed at him again?
However, Zhang Siyu's complaint left him conflicted. Since even Zhang Siyu had come to report the issue, that meant the Logistics Department truly could not withstand the pressure any longer.
Otherwise, given Zhang Siyu's personality, she absolutely would not have troubled him over such a minor matter.
"Forget it. I've messed with them so many times already. What's one more?"
Fang Zheng sighed helplessly. Whenever he thought about what he had done back then, he felt like slapping himself twice.
If he had not pulled that prank, where would all these damn problems have come from?!
"Hello, all you wonderful fans. I'm Fang Zheng. Recently, our company's Logistics Department director has had it pretty rough. Every day, he receives so many local specialties sent by fans that he's almost crying with joy."
"So, to prevent my Logistics Department director from being hospitalized due to excessive happiness, I solemnly appeal to you on his behalf: 'Please, I'm begging you, stop sending razor blades!'"
After editing the post, Fang Zheng nodded in satisfaction and clicked Send.
Just as he had said in the post, the person being hurt by the razor blades you sent was not him, but the director of their Logistics Department.
And the person asking you not to send razor blades was not him either. None of this had anything to do with him.
At that thought, Fang Zheng laughed shamelessly.
He believed that the fans who saw this post would definitely be extremely excited. After all, they had achieved such a great result through this form of protest, so they had every reason to feel proud for a moment.
However, to avoid bringing the fire back onto himself, Fang Zheng still edited and posted another update, using it to redirect the fans' abundant energy with nowhere to vent.
"Also, my new work, When Prison Food Arrives Next to Me, will officially launch on A Company's platform on November 1 and meet everyone."
"As the result of everyone's vote, Tough Guy must watch it. I urge all self-proclaimed fearless warriors to show your support! (After watching it, please be sure to report your battle results.)"
"Please support Violet Evergarden with your monthly votes. I'm begging all the Big Shots~~~~~"
"If you like it, please give it plenty of support, Big Shots. I'm begging you~~~~~"
Early the next morning, many people dragged themselves out of bed. Those who had to work went to work, and those who had to attend school went to school.
But there was always a small group of people who stood out from the crowd. Every one of them had dark circles under their eyes, and their weathered faces were filled with gloom, as though the world owed them something.
"Damn it, you shameless old thief Fang Zheng! Do you dare to be even more inhuman?!"
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