Low Key Star

  Chapter 101 [101] Rich life

  After being promoted, there was no need to show off. After confirming with the staff, he left the Kylin TV building directly and took a taxi back to the hotel.

  The five mentors also lived in the same hotel, which directly led to some well-informed fans gathering in front of the hotel, but naturally they all came for the mentor.

  Some students, such as Zhang Yang and Shangguan Qiyu, are also popular now, but the time is still short. In fact, most of the so-called fans are passerby fans.

  These fans who belong to the mentor will also say hello excitedly when they see a student they know or like, but that's all.

  Thus, for Zhang Yang, at least in the past few days in the hotel and singing practice life, there is basically no difference from before. At most, he will occasionally hear someone shouting on the road: "Zhang Yang!"

   Then waved to him excitedly, and took at most one or a few more photos.

At this moment, the fans followed to the TV building, the entrance of the hotel was quiet, naturally there was no one there, Zhang Yang went back to his room, checked the time, it was only after two o'clock in the afternoon, worried that his parents were making up lessons, so he didn't call them .

  He was really bored lying in the hotel by himself, swiping his mobile phone boredly while chatting with Luoshen, but he only started, but Luoshen said "If you want to find Lin Yiran, you can find it, no need to lay it down".

   Then he replied, "If you look for it, look for it, whoever is afraid of it", it was logical to send a message to Lin Yiran.

   As a result, no one has replied yet.

  He was thinking about whether to go to the training room to practice singing, and the phone rang.

  Wang Qiyuan's phone call.

   "Hey, Zhang Yang, are you busy?"

   "No, I'm idle in the hotel, do you have something to do?"

   "At this time, if it's okay, how dare I disturb you so easily."

  The sales of these few issues of Han Chuang Literary Newspaper have begun to pick up, Wang Qiyuan is obviously in a good mood, and said with a smile, "But it's not good news, you'd better be mentally prepared."

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I'm prepared, you can tell me."

  Wang Qiyuan said: "Do you know what I'm going to say?"

   "The TV series "The Condor Shooting"?"

   Zhang Yang didn't intend to expose his identity, so Wang Qiyuan had been helping to discuss the filming of Shooting Condors. As soon as he called, Zhang Yang guessed that it was probably about this matter.

"It really is."

  Wang Qiyuan was not polite, and said straight to the point: "The price was 540,000 yuan, but I rejected your request to participate in screenwriting and casting."

  The TV series adapted from martial arts novels were popular for a while in the past few years, but the market response was not good, and then gradually cooled down. However, the novel "Shooting the Condor" is very popular, and several companies wanted the right to adapt it, so they raised the price.

   Otherwise, based on the current market conditions, it is not possible for the other party to sell such a high price without selling the complete film and television adaptation rights.

   Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "Can't we discuss it?"

   "Basically impossible."

Wang Qiyuan sighed, "Novels and TV dramas are very different in terms of audience and presentation techniques. If you want to make it into a movie, you must adapt it. "Shooting the Condor" is actually relatively easy to adapt, but what the audience imagines and what the producer thinks , what the director wants to shoot, and what the author wants, there will definitely be differences."

"Although the author understands the original novel, he doesn't understand TV dramas. He listened to the author's opinions and made a lot of films that no one bought into. There is no way to make more films. Moreover, he has a team of top-level directors and professional screenwriters. I probably don't think you, an author, can target film and television. If Hua puts forward any useful suggestions, and with these lessons learned from the past, I am naturally more willing to pay for the copyright and make whatever film I want.”

  Zhang Yang was a little speechless, but after thinking about it, he had remade so many "Shooting the Condors" in his previous life, but none of them satisfied him.

  He thought for a while, and said: "Forget it, when I have money, I will shoot it myself."

He had already shown such an intention before, so Wang Qiyuan didn't think it was strange, and persuaded: "If this is the case, then you can sell the adaptation rights. Even if people are not satisfied with the filming, at worst, you can make more money by yourself in the future." Money never hurts."

  Zhang Yang hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said: "You are right, so let's do it, but I will not participate in any publicity, that is, they will give money, and then go to shoot, and I have nothing to do with anything after getting the money."

  Wang Qiyuan smiled and said, "Then what's the price?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I have no objection."

  Wang Qiyuan said: "Okay then, I'll have one last talk with the other side, and then prepare the contract."

   "Excuse me, I'll treat you to dinner later."

   "If you say that, I will take it seriously."

   "I'm not polite at all, I've always accepted your care."

   "Okay, I don't need to say this, your grandfather has been kind to me... okay, okay, let's do this first, you should prepare well, and you'd better bring back a champion."

"I'll try."

  Hung up the phone, Lin Yiran has already replied the message: "[beat][beat]"

   Zhang Yang: "The recording is over, you don't know how to comfort me, you still hit me [sigh]"

  Lin Yiran: "Are you promoted?"

   Zhang Yang: "We're eliminated."

  Lin Yiran: "It's a lie, I don't believe it."

   Zhang Yang: "Wow, Lin Yiran, you are so smart."

  Lin Yiran: "[White Eyes]"

   Zhang Yang: "What are you doing?"

  Lin Yiran: "There are guests at home, I just left, and I am hesitating whether to sleep for a while."

   Zhang Yang: "What time are you still sleeping? I won't be able to sleep at night."

  Lin Yiran: "But I'm sleepy [poor]"

   Zhang Yang: "Let's sleep together at night."

  Lin Yiran: "I'm sleepy right now"

  After Zhang Yang posted the last sentence, he realized that there seemed to be ambiguity, but Lin still didn't think about it, so he continued to reply: "It's okay, I won't be sleepy if I chat with you."

After Lin Yiran replied to the last sentence, he realized that something was wrong with Zhang Yang's sentence, and he blushed a little, but across the Internet, he didn't know if he did it on purpose. Think again.

  She leaned lazily on the sofa, typed and asked, "What are you talking about?"

  Zhang Yang: "I just received news that "Shooting the Condors" may be filming a TV series."

  Lin Yiran: "Wow, really?"

  Zhang Yang: "It's true, but don't get your hopes up too much. People only buy the right to adapt, and I don't even have the right to make suggestions. I guess the filming won't be very good."

  Lin Yiran: "[White Eyes]"

  Lin Yiran: "Oh, don't be so pessimistic, maybe it will look good when you shoot it."

   Zhang Yang: "Based on my understanding, it's difficult."

  Lin Yiran: "Then why don't you sell the adaptation rights?"

  Zhang Yang: "Sell or sell, I will shoot myself after I save money, and I can shoot whatever I want."

  Lin Yiran: "Then sell it a few more times."

   Zhang Yang: "..."

  Lin Yiran: "What's the matter [question] [question]"

   Zhang Yang: "It's okay, didn't you say you were going to grandma's house? Did you go?"

  Lin Yiran: "Tomorrow."

   Zhang Yang actually wanted to say that she is very suitable to play the role of Little Dragon Girl, but he was afraid that she would think too much and let her go to filming, not to mention her and her parents, and he felt uncomfortable, so he didn't say it.

   After chatting for a while, Zhang Yang felt a little uncomfortable lying on the bed, so he typed and asked, "You keep looking at your phone, do your eyes hurt?"

  Lin Yiran: "It doesn't hurt."

   Zhang Yang: "I hurt."

  Lin Yiran: "[White Eyes]"

  She leaned on the soft sofa, pouted angrily, and was about to type to say that we would stop talking, but saw that Zhang Yang had sent a new message: "Is it convenient for you to talk?"

  Lin still felt hot, and quickly looked around. My mother was in the study on the third floor, so I couldn't see it, and Aunt Kong was watering the flowers in the yard, so she couldn't see it either, so she typed back: "It's convenient."

   Carefully got up, put on slippers, and went upstairs on the carpet.

  The phone rang, Zhang Yang's call.

  She connected in seconds, placed it next to her ear, and gave a soft "Hello".

  The two have been sitting at the same table for three years. It is common for them to meet and chat in real life. Recently, they have chatted more frequently, but for some reason, they felt a little inexplicably cramped when they called this time.

   Or rather, be careful.

   Zhang Yang let out an "uh" and said with some amusement, "Why are you so quiet?"

   "I'm in the living room, I'm going to the room now."

"Oh."

   After a while, Lin returned to the room lightly, and closed the door behind his back. Then he heaved a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Okay."

   "Back to the room?"

"Um."

  Lin still came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, opened the curtains, and then sat down on the swing with his toes pointing to the carpet, looking at the lake and mountains in the distance. After waiting for a while, he didn't listen to Zhang Yang's speech, and wondered, "Why don't you talk?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and said, "That's pretty good."

  Lin still showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he tried his best to hold it back, and said "um" very calmly, the sweetness in his heart overflowed again, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help showing a sweet smile again.

  Time was encapsulated into memory frame by frame. After a while, Lin still could not help laughing and said: "Are you really going to keep silent?"

   Zhang Yang smiled and said: "I think this is pretty good, if you want to talk about it, you can say it."

  Lin still said angrily: "I won't say either!"

   "Then let's go on like this."

   "It doesn't cost money to make calls?"

   "I'm making a VoIP call."

   "Does traffic cost nothing?"

   "It's okay, we are not short of this money."

   After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he realized that if he was making a phone call, he would only waste his own phone bill, but if he made an Internet call, he would consume the data of two people... But she is not short of this money anyway.

  Holding his mobile phone, he turned over on the bed, wasting power and air, while looking at the ceiling, secretly feeling that he has become rich, and life seems to be just as boring.

  (end of this chapter)