An animation studio?

On this day.

America.

Los Angeles International Airport.

In the evening, an airplane slowly descended.

Zhang Ye said, "How was everyone's sleep?"

Tong Fu smiled and said, "We all got enough sleep on the plane."

Ha Qiqi asked, "Director Zhang, do we need to get in contact with Boss Qian?"

"No." Zhang Ye smiled and said, "He's probably busy now. We'll go ahead and hang out by ourselves first."

Little Wang said in a rush, "I'll go get the luggage, I'll go get the luggage!"

Zhang Zuo said, "Transportation has already been arranged."

Zhang Ye stretched. "Alright, let's go."

They had chartered a minibus to take everyone from the studio directly into the Los Angeles suburbs where the world-renowned entertainment capital was—Hollywood.

The coast.

The old theaters.

The movie theme park.

The Hollywood Walk of Fame.