Honkai Impact 3rd: Starting with creating an anime version of Honkai Impact 3rd

“Mr. Walter, that’s exactly what’s giving me a headache. I don’t know what conditions I’ll have to offer to get Ms. Cocolia to do the same.” Yaqing rubbed her temples.

"She could never agree to that."

Walter drew a conclusion.

“Mr. Walter, don’t be so sure. President Otto once taught me that no one is perfect. Everyone has their flaws, they just hide them better.”

“You mean…” Walter thought about it carefully, “She does seem to have a flaw.”

"What should I do?"

"invest."

"Hahahaha." Ya Qing laughed from the bottom of his heart. He never expected that the problem that had troubled him for several days could be solved by such a simple method as giving money. "Mr. Walter, I really want to have a drink with you now."

"No way. I can talk to Cocolia for you, but you have to do me a favor."

"Well, it's only natural to make a request and then have to pay a price. Mr. Walter, what do you want? Power, wealth, knowledge, technology—none of these are worth mentioning."

"No need for that. I just need you to help a few actors."

"Is it really just such a small matter?"

"Yes, it's just a small matter."

“I would be happy to serve you, esteemed Mr. Walter.”

Chapter Sixty-One: The Storm Rises Again

After hanging up the phone, Yaqing began to think. Although she had agreed to Walter Yang's request, where would she find actors? Yaqing walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the bustling traffic below, which looked like ants.

Rita knocked on the door. She pushed the door open and came in, gently placing the proposal she was carrying on the table, and said, "Lord Yaqing, the proposal has been brought up."

"Hmm." Yaqing was still looking downstairs. When she heard Rita's report, she just gave a lukewarm reply.

"Are you thinking about something?" Rita walked up to Yaqing and asked.

“Well, the matter with Cocolia can be put on hold for now,” Ya Qing said. “However, the price is that I have to find suitable actors for Anti-Entropy’s new script, which is really troublesome.”

"An actor?" Rita thought for a moment and said, "Lord Yaqing, does an actor need to have undergone systematic training in acting?"

"I don't know, let's agree for now. They've only just started planning." Ya Qing sat back down, crossed her legs, and asked, "Have Xiao Qiana and the others arrived yet?"

"We've arrived. I've already met them."

"Alright, it's up to you now, Rita. Don't let me down." Yaqing picked up her suit jacket and left the office.

"Yes……"

Rita looked helplessly at the report sent down on the computer. Yaqing had never seen it before. She skillfully sat down in the seat that Yaqing had just sat in and began to type on the keyboard with her fair and slender hands.

Yaqing took the elevator to the thirty-second floor.

The thirty-second floor has a total of seven recording studios.

Yaqing walked into a randomly selected recording studio, pushed open the door, and saw Shub speaking very seriously: "Raiden Mei, there's something wrong with your tone. It should be helpless with a touch of indulgence, not so stiff like this."

“That’s right, that’s right.” Kiana nodded vigorously from the side.

On the other side of the soundproof glass, Mei blushed and felt very embarrassed. She had never studied voice acting, so her lines were a bit stiff, and she was even more embarrassed to be in front of strangers.

"Don't be nervous, Raiden Mei. Just treat the story like you normally would with Kiana."

Yaqing's sudden words startled Kiana, whose attention was entirely on Mei and who hadn't noticed anyone coming in.

"Hey! You naughty uncle, why did you suddenly appear? You scared me half to death!"

Yaqing ignored Kiana and continued speaking into the microphone to Raiden Mei in the recording studio: "You haven't completely let go, perhaps because Shub is here. Shub and I will leave first, leaving only little Kiana with you."

"Huh?" Kiana was stunned. She was supposed to do the voice acting? Wasn't she supposed to be doing voice acting too? Why was she suddenly working?

Yaqing led Shub away from the first recording studio, while in the second recording studio, Shigure Kira was supervising Himeko and Bronya's recording. Shub went directly to the second recording studio.

"Himeko, this part, you again... Hey, Shub, what brings you here? Weren't you in another recording studio supervising Kiana and Mei's recordings?" Shigure Kira wanted to correct Himeko's impression first, but when she saw Shub push the door open and enter, she was immediately puzzled.

Himeko also stopped doing voice acting.

"Don't even mention it. Raiden Mei is such a shy girl. She couldn't even relax with me around, so the boss had to pull me out." Shub sat down next to Shigure Kira.

Bronya looked over curiously, when suddenly her phone rang in her pocket. She quickly went to answer it; it was Walter Young calling. Bronya lowered her voice and said, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Bronya, why is your voice so soft?" Walter asked, puzzled.

Bronya whispered, "I'm busy, teacher. Is there something you need?"

"It's nothing serious. Dr. Tesla recently wrote a script, and there have been internal discussions about having you play the female lead."

"Huh?" Bronya was stunned. Why was everyone looking for her lately? Schicksal wanted her to voice one of the main characters, and Anti-Entropy wanted her to play the female lead in a tokusatsu series.

“Cocolia has also agreed to the proposal, so please take some time to go back to the North American headquarters.”

"Teacher, I..."

"Okay, that's it."

Bronya was about to refuse when Walter Young hung up the phone.

The duck is very angry.

……

As Yaqing went downstairs to find Patrick, her phone suddenly rang. When she saw the contact name Frogley on the screen, the lazy smile on her face instantly disappeared.

When the call was connected, a very gentle female voice answered.

"Master of the house."

"Flogrey, what's wrong now?" Yaqing leaned against the wall, her smile devoid of any genuine joy.

"Board of Directors, four directors jointly raised questions to the President today regarding your responsibilities for the division, and they want the President to reclaim your responsibility for the third division." The gentle female voice spoke at a measured pace.

"And then what?" Yaqing's tone was devoid of warmth.

"The president neither agreed nor refused. In the end, it was Siegfried, the head of the Kaslana family, who suppressed their proposal. It seems that the elders in the family also had their own ideas."

“I know that.” Although Ya Qing was far away in the Far East, he knew the Shaniat family in Northern Europe like the back of his hand. He smiled disdainfully and said, “I know about this. The young man they want to promote is called Cyberutia Shaniat, a good-for-nothing who doesn’t even know his own place. He has already made many enemies at headquarters.”

"Since they want to play, then we'll play along. But let's not let those old oranges on the board think that I have no allies besides the Shaniat family."

Whoever it is, if they want to stop him from fulfilling his childhood dream, Ya Qing will wait for them.

Yaqing turned and went upstairs to her office. "Rita, buy a plane ticket back to Northern Europe for tomorrow. Salome and Patrick will be in charge of the Far East branch for the time being."

"Yes." Rita didn't know what had happened, but judging from Yaqing's attitude that she was going back tomorrow, she knew that something big had happened.

“Shaniyat…” Yaqing tapped her fingers lightly on the table as she made three phone calls to different people.

In his eyes, the board of directors was a cancer left behind by Destiny, and he wanted to cut it off piece by piece, even if the process was extremely painful and even if it might shrink Destiny's assets, he didn't care.

He knew in his heart that President Otto would not help him, or rather, President Otto was still observing his abilities.

In the evening, Yaqing returned to the Golden Courtyard and told everyone.

The next morning, Yaqing boarded a plane back to Northern Europe.

Sixty-two. He shed blood for the president! He rendered meritorious service to destiny!

At an airport in Munich, Germany, in Central Europe, this was the first time Yaqing had worn this high-end suit since arriving in the Far East. However, in order to avoid giving the board members and those old oranges any reason to criticize her, Yaqing still put it on.

This suit was a birthday gift that Karen personally chose for him on his 27th birthday. It could be said that this suit was as important as the yellow jacket in the Tianming Group, and could "save his life" in critical moments.

The automatic glass doors of the VIP room sensed the arrival of the person and opened automatically to both sides. The woman who was sitting on the sofa waiting subconsciously got up.

The woman had slightly wavy, waist-length brown hair, snow-white skin, and gentle eyes. She wore a white women's suit with form-fitting trousers that perfectly accentuated her legs. Upon seeing Ya Qing enter, she parted her red lips slightly and said, "Master..."

“Hmm.” Yaqing sat on the other sofa, her fingers lightly tapping the table, and said, “For now, we don’t need to worry about those old bastards in the family. Mistelin will make them shut up.”

“Yes,” Frogley said. “Just yesterday, Cyborutia Shaniat returned to headquarters from the South Philippines branch without permission, and we still haven’t found out his purpose.”

"Just a monkey on stage trying to attract the audience's attention." Ya Qing didn't take Cyberutia seriously at all. To him, Cyberutia was just someone being used as a pawn, and he even thought with great interest that he could replace him.

Frogre briefly told Yana about the changes at headquarters. Ever since the Snowfield Group disbanded, many people have been eyeing the area they were in charge of, but they dared not make a move openly because they were afraid of Kaslana and Shaniat's power.

"It doesn't matter." Yaqing stood up.

"Don't you need to rest a bit more?" Froglie asked with concern.

"No need. The thought of arguing with those old geezers, their hypocritical manner, is nauseating." Yaqing knew the board's behavior behind the scenes, so she was very disdainful of their feigned authority.

Froglie informed the driver, and they soon departed from the airport and arrived at the headquarters of Destiny. The towering building, with sixty-six stories, was breathtaking.

Although Yaqing was sent abroad, the data was still kept at headquarters. He took the elevator directly to the sixtieth floor, where those old geezers had already set up a trap, just waiting for him to step inside.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and at the end of the corridor stood a young man, seemingly waiting for someone. He had short, flaxen hair, wore a black suit, and was tall and upright. The smile on his face immediately reminded people of Yaqing and Otto, but it was slightly stiff, as if he had just learned it.

“My dear Yaqing, I’m so happy to see you again. I was heartbroken when I learned that you were also being sent abroad like me, but there was nothing I could do. I’ve already been transferred back to headquarters from the African branch.” The young man’s tone was light and familiar.