The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

Qiao Wen and Guan Zhenbao have not been in contact for a long time.

Sometimes I have to sigh the mystery of destiny. Who would have thought that in less than a year, Guan Zhenbao turned from a downright young master who lived by selling his ancestral properties into a new talent in Hong Kong.

After receiving Qiao Wen's call, Guan Zhenbao was obviously pleasantly surprised: "Awen, are you looking for something to do with me?"

Qiao Wen laughed: "Great writer, congratulations on the end of your novel serialization."

Guan Zhenbao said, "Oh, don't call me a great writer, I am embarrassed."

Qiao Wen said: "You are a great writer now, what's the point?"

Guan Zhenbao smiled and said, "That is good luck. If it weren't for Anan and you, I wouldn't have the inspiration to write this novel." Then, he asked weakly, "By the way, Anan knows that I am based on him. Are you unhappy as a prototype?"

Qiao Wen said: "How can he be unhappy? Just don't like to read words, let me dictate to him every day."

Guan Zhenbao laughed: "He doesn't eat by reading and writing, so don't force him to read the words."

Qiao Wen: "..." Is it that everyone knows that he forced Chen Jianan to study? He coughed slightly and said, "I really want to ask you something when I called you."

"You say you say."

Qiao Wen: "I and Anan are going to invest in making a movie, so I just wanted to adapt your novel directly, so I would like to ask if your film adaptation rights have been sold? Then I want to invite you to be a screenwriter."

Guan Zhenbao was overjoyed: "Really? You want to shoot my novel? That's great."

"So your film adaptation rights haven't been sold yet?"

Guan Zhenbao: "Not yet, but I heard from the newspaper boss Liu that several film companies are asking, he wants to compare the conditions before buying. If you want to buy, I will let him sell it directly to you."

Qiao Wen was originally very happy when he said that he hadn't sold it yet, but when he heard the following words, he suddenly felt bad and frowned and asked: "Don't tell me, your novel has been bought out by the newspaper, right? ?"

Obviously Guan Zhenbao didn't think anything was wrong, and he replied happily: "Yes, I originally paid 50 thousand words for the manuscript, but after half of the serialization, Boss Liu bought me all the copyright directly for 100,000 yuan. One hundred thousand. I grew up and made such a large sum of money on my own for the first time. Speaking of it, I was really lucky to meet such a happy person like Boss Liu. Let’s go, I’ll take you to see him tomorrow and let He transferred the film adaptation rights to you."

Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, and sighed silently.

The routine of the wicked family hasn't changed in decades.

But this can’t be blamed on Guan Zhenbao. One hundred thousand is really a huge sum of money in this era. Although he is not a young man, he is indeed a fledgling young man. When someone buys his works with one hundred thousand, I would feel that other people's eyes are wise, how can I think that they are pitting him.

As everyone knows, a novel that is popular throughout the city will have more than 100,000 royalties for publication in the next few years, let alone movies and TV shows.

However, on the phone, he didn't talk to Guan Zhenbao too much. After all, it is necessary to let this talented but ignorant young master know that he has been cheated, and he can't make it clear in one sentence or two.

When he returned to the house, Chen Jianan was still reading aloud with an English card, quite a bit of a stance of hanging beams and piercing strands. Seeing him coming in, he asked casually: "How is it?"

Qiao Wen shrugged and said helplessly: "Young Master Guan transferred the copyright of the novel to the newspaper, and now this novel has nothing to do with him except for the authorship."

Although Chen Jianan asked Kongkong in the middle school, he could hear that this was wrong: "Why?"

Qiao Wen smiled and said: "The boss gave him one hundred thousand. He thinks it's quite a lot, and he also thanks others."

Chen Jianan snorted, "It's a miracle that Master Guan can live steadily to this day."

"I will go to the newspaper with him tomorrow." Qiao Wen climbed onto the bed and saw him put the card, but did not leave the posture, can not help but wonder, "You won't go back to sleep?"

"Well, this... just go back." Chen Jianan looked at him, slowly getting out of bed as if in slow motion.

Qiao Wen got into the thin quilt and watched him move a step for a long time. With dark eyes, Mimi glanced at him quietly, smiled secretly, and pretended to say: "Otherwise you just sleep here."

Chen Canan, who was originally moving a snail, his eyes lit up and suddenly turned into a whirlwind and lightning. He jumped onto the bed and got into his bed, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Seeing his body collapsed straight, Qiao Wen smiled silently, and reached out to turn off the light.

The room suddenly dimmed, and all small sounds were amplified.

Chen Jianan listened to the sound of breathing next to him, and his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. It has been three months since his birthday, and he has never slept with Qiao Wen again. After all, he was not a brother who grew up together since he was a child. It seemed that he couldn't find a reason to sleep together again. He didn't want to take the initiative to do this, because he was afraid that the other party would see that he was unscrupulous.

But I'm sorry to go back, I'm still very eager in my heart. So Qiao Wen took the initiative to mention it just now, and he was almost ecstatic.

And he was pretty sure that sleeping on the same bed with Qiao Wen now felt very different from before.

Just... I was very itchy and unbearable to scratch my heart and lungs, but I didn't dare to move.

Qiao Wen originally wanted to fall asleep quickly, but the sound of this guy's heartbeat was as clear as a drum in the night.

He sighed, stretched out his hand across the quilt, patted his chest lightly, and said, "Brother Nan, it's not the first time we sleep in a bed. Don't be so nervous."

Chen Jianan: "???" Is it so obvious?

Qiao Wen said again: "If you really can't sleep, get up and read a two-page book."

Chen Jianan's charming thoughts faded immediately, and he yawned quickly: "Of course I can sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Knowledge is power-sure enough, after a few minutes, the beating heartbeat turned into a deep breath.

Qiao Wen smiled silently in the dark, removed his hand from his chest, and fell asleep.

Although the winter in Hong Kong is far from the North, it is quite cool at the end of December. This coolness is just right and it is very good for sleep.

However, Qiao Wen was awakened by the heat the next morning.

There is no other reason, but Chen Canan, who is like a stove, doesn't know when to use his hands and feet to hold him in his arms. Heat is only one of them. It is the big thing that a hard thing is pushed under the back of the waist.

He pushed Chen Canan: "Brother Nan, go and release the water."

Chen Jianan woke up in a daze, and when he saw his actions, he immediately let go of him with a guilty conscience.

Qiao Wen turned over and deliberately looked below him.

This guy turned out to be ashamed, noticed his gaze, hurriedly covered his gaze with his hand, his face flushed to the equator: "That... normal reaction."

Qiao Wen smiled and nodded: "Well, young people are like this."

After that, Chen Canan occupies the toilet for half an hour, and what he did is self-evident.

Guan Zhenbao, who received Qiao Wen's call last night, was almost excited all night. After meeting Qiao Wen, he immediately stayed up all night to come up with an idea for the adaptation of the plot and told him again.

Qiao Wen admired his ideas, but didn't know if the copyright of this novel could be taken back.

Sure enough, Guan Zhenbao took him to see the boss Liu, and after explaining his intentions straight to the point, boss Liu immediately said with a bitter expression: "Guan Shao, your recommended friend, of course, we give priority to it, but you are indeed late. We have already negotiated with Tengxing Films and we will sign the contract soon. They are big companies. If we go back on the way, we won’t be able to cooperate anymore. I hope Guan Shao can understand.”

The newspaper owner was in his forties, wearing a pair of tortoiseshell glasses, and gentle, he looked like a literati. He was indeed a literati, but the literati did not do very well, and the literati did a very good business.

"Huh?" Guan Zhenbao said anxiously, "Then tell them that the original author does not agree."

Boss Liu said: "Guan Shao, you are a literati. I don't understand this. But the market has market rules. Your work belongs to our publishing house now, and the other party knows it. This rhetoric is useless."

When Guan Zhenbao heard the words, he looked at Qiao Wen with a guilty expression on his face.

Qiao Wen had expected this one early, and whether they had negotiated with the so-called Tengxing Films or not, they would definitely say so in order to increase the price.

Because he was prepared, he was not in a hurry. He smiled and said, "Since Boss Liu has not signed the contract, we will add 20% to the price given by Tengxing Pictures. What do you think?"

Boss Liu replied: "This is not a question of money, but a question of sincerity." After all, he looked at Guan Zhenbao.

Qiao Wen understood that the prices of trades in the industry are kept confidential, and the original author does not know how much he is worth, but if it is sold to a friend of the author, the price will inevitably be no longer a secret. Therefore, even if his bid is 20% higher than that of other families, Boss Liu will not be able to sell him.

He nodded: "Boss Liu is sincere in doing business, and the younger brother admires him very much. Anyway, if you change your mind, please call me at any time."

"Okay, okay." Boss Liu nodded again and again, and sent the people out of the door personally, especially to Guan Zhenbao. That's a diligent enthusiasm-such a big money tree, can you not be diligent? ?

After leaving the newspaper, Guan Zhenbao drooped his unlucky face and said in despair: "Awen, I don't know if you want to make a movie, otherwise you won't sell all the copyright to Boss Liu."

Qiao Wen looked at him and smiled: "Zhenbao, you are a writer and literary man, and your works are your children. They are all priceless. Don't transfer the ownership to others permanently because of the immediate interests. You see, "Yong" "Crossing the World" was originally your work, but now it’s up to you to decide. Boss Liu is a businessman, not a living bodhisattva. He gave you one hundred thousand buyouts, not because he was upright, but because your work is far worth it. Price." He paused, and continued, "A good original movie script is worth tens of thousands. You, the best-selling novel copyright that already has a large number of readers, is more expensive than the script, and you have to believe in your talents. Novels will surely become classics, you can shoot again after a few years, not to mention there is a steady stream of publication royalties. Boss Liu buys out your novels with one hundred thousand yuan, and the money you can make is more than one hundred thousand. Times."

Guan Zhenbao reacted very quickly this time, looking at him in astonishment: "So Boss Liu is cheating me?"

Qiao Wen coughed lightly: "I can't say that either, after all, you are what I want."

Guan Zhenbao sighed sadly: "That's why I was too stupid."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Anyway, think of a way to take back the copyright first, and then transfer the copyright later. There must be a period of time, and no one can buy out your work forever. Including us."

Guan Zhenbao nodded: "I see." He hesitated again, "But the contract has been signed, can it be taken back?"

Qiao Wen asked: "Have you started writing the second part of "Breaking the World"?

"The second part?" Guan Zhenbao shook his head blankly, "The novel is over, there is no second part."

Qiao Wen smiled and said, "Whether there is it or not, it can be there now."

"Huh?" Guan Zhenbao looked at him unclearly.

Qiao Wen said: "I will arrange an interview for you tomorrow. You told the reporter that you are working on the second part of "Breaking the World". The other party asked you where you are serializing, and you said that several newspapers are negotiating, but you haven't decided yet. You are Boss Liu. This novel has doubled the sales of his newspaper. If he knows that you are going to write the second one, he will definitely come to talk to you right away. Then you can open a condition and let him sell the copyright back to you. You only agreed to continue serializing in his newspaper and give him the publishing rights. You are now his cash cow, and he will most likely agree, but the redemption price should be much higher than the price you sold him."

Guan Zhenbao nodded: "That's okay. After all, they are businessmen. As long as they can talk about success, they should spend money to buy lessons."

Qiao Wen laughed: "It's good if you can think of it this way."

Guan Zhenbao sighed: "It's still Awen, you have a way. If it weren't for you, I might have lost all my wealth and was driven out by the housekeeper to beg for food."

Qiao Wen laughed: "Zhenbao, you are a truly talented person. Don't belittle yourself." After all, he looked at his watch and said, "Brother Nan was filming on the set this morning. Do you want to go visit class?"

Guan Zhenbao was surprised: "Has Anan become a star?"

Qiao Wen laughed: "That's not true. He was going to do martial arts for the movie, and he took his brothers to become dragon and tiger martial arts masters, which is also considered to be a learning. It's good to fight and make trouble."

Guan Zhenbao nodded: "That's right."

The two rushed to the set and were filming a jumping scene, because during the filming, Qiao Wen did not come forward to interrupt, did not see Chen Jianan next to the director, and searched around, but still did not see him.

Suddenly thinking of something, he raised his head and looked at the third-floor window that was being filmed. Who else is the man who is hanging the window upside down, is it not Chen Jianan?

He quickly grabbed a little brother who was on the sidelines and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

The little brother whispered back with his mouth in his mouth: "This scene was designed by Nan Ge, but other fighters couldn't do it, so he went into battle himself."

Qiao Wen's eyelids jumped, and saw the person hanging on the window on the third floor, catching a swaddling that was thrown out of the window, turning it forward, turning around in the air, holding the swaddling on the sponge mat on the ground.

Because there are light boxes and other debris around, they choked and flew around when they jumped off the building.

After landing with a bang, the surrounding staff immediately went up to check the situation. The shocked Qiao Wen rushed forward, pulled away from the crowd, looked at the person who fell on the mat, and asked: "Brother Nan, you How about it?"

Chen Jianan rubbed his knees and waved his hand and said, "It's okay. Hey, Xiao Qiao, are you here?" He asked the director Sun Dayu loudly, "Director, how is it?"

Sun Dayu joyfully said: "Perfect! Anan, you are so amazing!"