On that day, Li Wei suddenly talked about Shelan's family background.

Wolan is a black-clothed child, and his own conditions are good, but he shouldn't be a person who has anything to do with the Yan family.

Woad's mother came from a scholarly family, and his father was self-made, flattening the floor, creating Fengxun Entertainment, and his career territory involved e-commerce, transportation, and the game business that Woad later developed. The business territory of the Xiang family is getting bigger and bigger, and it is impossible for the Xiang family to have love.

The speaker has the intention, and the listener has more heart.

Yan felt that Li Wei had gone to great lengths to say this was both light and tasteless, and very ridiculous.

It seems that he really has something to do with woad.

When Gan saw woad again, it was already three weeks later.

After she hurriedly reported to the company, she followed him to visit the famous writer Beishan.

Beishan has written many new martial arts novels, and his reputation is quite good, and everyone is rumored to be a great writer of curling Qiuyue and lofty feelings.

Therefore, Shead hopes to buy the game adaptation rights of one of his works and gamify the work. Some companies have visited Kitayama before, but they have all been politely refused.

The so-called writers probably live in sparsely populated places with beautiful mountains and rivers. This northern mountain is no exception, and it is a small village with a natural hot spring in the background and facing the fields.

When Yan arrived at the underground garage, Hun Lan was already sitting in the back seat. Zhang Liang did not open the door for Yan's, but got into the driver's seat.

Yan wanted to greet him, but he was slightly embarrassed after eating such an indifferent face, so he had to smile helplessly and get into the car. As soon as he got in the car, he greeted Wolan respectfully, but saw that the early morning sun sprinkled on Wolan's face, and in the morning light, his eyebrows gradually became clear. The eyebrows are distinct, the eyes are deep and ethereal, and the corners of the lips are still the same lazy smile.

Yan looked at him in a daze, as if it had been a long, long time.

"What, you're afraid of squeezing me in?"

The cold words are her boss.

Yan hurriedly sat down and looked away from his nymphomaniac. She had a thousand words in her heart, wanting to ask him how he was doing, and she wanted to ask him which woad he was...... But the export is ————

"Boss, you're so good-looking. ”

......

Stunned, she didn't know why she said such a headless and brainless sentence, she was startled, and covered her mouth in amazement.

Hearing this, Xianglan's handsome face was helpless, and then she laughed again, and her eyebrows seemed to be blown by a spring breeze.

After his laughter, Yan's mood became comfortable, and the embarrassment seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind. She looked closely at his clear gaze and smiled back.

She thought he was going to say something to her, always waiting. Helplessly, the road was rugged along the way, which made the three of them very uncomfortable, and they were even more excited to chat.

The car drove for three hours, and the crowds gradually thinned down along the way, and finally arrived at the destination.

The weasel of the weasel, as far as the eye can see, is inaccessible, lonely, and beautiful. In the distance, the foothills are undulating, and the countryside farmland stretches as far as the eye can see, and the fields are dotted with villages and farmhouses.

The breeze of late autumn is blowing, and although the blowing surface is still slightly cold, it seems that you can already smell the smell of this grass and tree, which makes people feel refreshed.

Yan Shi was amazed, "Teacher Beishan is really good at finding a place, this place is outstanding, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and inspiration will definitely explode!"

Huan Lan saw that her eyes were as clear as a clear spring when she looked at the field, and it also invisibly cleansed his heart.

"Well, it's sparsely populated and undisturbed, but it's a good place, it's just too remote. ”

Yan smiled and nodded in agreement.

"Hello, boss, just behind the front room. ”

"Okay, let's go. ”

The three of them came to the small courtyard of Mr. Kitayama.

The gate of the courtyard was not closed, and the walls of the courtyard were full of moons, and the flowers were almost climbing out of the wall. Under the walls are a variety of flowers, including osmanthus, bright yellow chrysanthemums that bloom in late autumn, and some plants and trees that Yan can't name.

The three of them walked along the small stone road surrounded by plants, trees and flowers to the door of the main house, and Yan knocked on the door.

"Who?"

Mr. Kitayama seems to be a lonely master, and he makes a normal inquiry.

Yan said politely and softly: "Teacher Beishan, we are from Fengxun Entertainment Company, we have communicated with your assistant before, and we are here to visit today." ”

Mr. Kitayama walked to open the door with an unclear step.

As soon as the door opened, I saw a thin old man, his hair was slightly gray, his face was full of wrinkles, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were a little depressed, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of marks carved by time and wind and frost, and his eyes were no longer bright as autumn water of young people, but dim and haggard.

It is hard to imagine that this is a person of high merit and public talent.

Wo Lan bent down politely, "Hello Mr. Beishan, I'm Wo Lan. ”

Teacher Kitayama looked at the three of them, looking helpless.

"Come in. ”

The three of them followed the teacher into the house, but they didn't dare to look at it or ask more, but waited for the teacher to speak. Teacher Beishan wanted to pour tea for the three of them, but Yan stepped forward to stop the teacher and snatched the tea set in his hand from him, "Teacher, sit down, we will come by ourselves." ”

Woad opened her mouth first.

"Teacher, I'll get straight to the point, I want to gamify your work, I don't know what you think?"

Teacher Beishan's eyes skimmed a hint of fierceness, and he said helplessly: "No matter how many times you come, my answer is the same, and I will not sell it to you." ”

Sure enough, this Beishan teacher is the same as rumored, and he is not a cute old man in winter.

Yan sighed lightly, full of helplessness.

Xindao: Why does the boss come up and talk about the topic? There must be a step-by-step process. He is still the boss at a loss...... I wanted to interject but didn't dare, so I had to hand him and the teacher tea, and then looked at the two of them with a little seriousness.

Siao Lan must have expected this reaction of Mr. Kitayama, his expression did not change at all, his eyes were calm and deep, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

"Teacher, your work is so popular with everyone, why don't you try it?"

"Under the fame, it is actually difficult to live up. ”

"Teacher, I don't know if you can tell us the reason, but let us die?"

Yan was surprised, the boss is really direct, do you want to do it overnight?

Teacher Kitayama said with annoyance: "They are all people who speak and do. ”

Yan, who was squinting at the eloquent rhetoric, smiled lightly, Yan was slightly stunned, thinking that he understood what the boss meant, and sat down, looked at Teacher Beishan with a clear face, and said softly and earnestly: "Teacher, can you give us fifteen minutes?

The Yan family already has a kind of beautiful beauty, coupled with decent language, sharp speech, both polite and very approachable, which is very popular with the elders.

Teacher Kitayama was silent for a moment, and when he saw that the young man in front of him was gentle, humble, calm and cautious, he wanted to hear their intentions.

"Say it. ”

The voice is stiff and cold.

Gan was overjoyed and argued, and introduced the purpose of gamification and the future promotion and development model clearly. Shead Lan trusted Gan very much and did not interrupt her halfway.

The so-called soft energy control rigidity, after fifteen minutes, the expression on Mr. Kitayama's face did not seem to be as serious as at the beginning, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyebrows also stretched a little, he looked at Yan Shi and smiled with relief, "You little Nizi, the head of your introduction is the Tao, I don't just want you to frame my work?"

Yan Shi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Teacher, how dare I make an axe in front of you! ”

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she politely added, "I don't know what the teacher's concerns are, but I believe we can turn your concerns into surprises." ”

Mr. Kitayama finally spoke.

It turned out that he was worried that his novel would be changed by the plot after being gamified, and at the same time, in order to make the game more interesting, he added excessive fight scenes. These are all things he doesn't want. A novel is a novel, even if it is a martial arts novel, it is also the theme of the novel - let readers find the love and meaning of the rivers and lakes in the world of martial arts, and be an ordinary person with affection and righteousness. If the game is changed to bells and whistles, love threads, and fight scenes appear frequently, then players will only see the pictures and characters, and will not appreciate the meaning of the story itself at all.

And now, any adaptation will definitely change the original storyline beyond recognition in combination with market demand. Because of this, Mr. Kitayama was reluctant to sell his works to game companies and film and television companies.

After some communication, Hulan also promised not to change the storyline, let alone increase the fight scenes, and Mr. Kitayama agreed to continue to discuss cooperation in detail.

When the three of them said goodbye to Mr. Kitayama, the sun had set.

The fields are becoming more and more populated, and as far as the eye can see, a few wisps of smoke are floating in the air, and there is an indescribable taste of tranquility.

Yan wanted to enjoy the scenery all the way, but there was a sudden storm on the way.

This mountainous area is rugged, the roads are muddy, and when you encounter this torrential rain, it is like a horror movie, it is pitch black, and the thunder and rain are coming, which makes people afraid.

"Zhang Liang, can this road still be driven?"

Zhang Liang frowned tightly and hesitated: "The car seems to be a little wrong, I'll go down and take a look." ”

Woad Lan and Yan glanced at each other, Yan didn't find any uneasiness or worry on his face, and couldn't help but admire in his heart.

Zhang Liang got out of the car, opened the front hood and began to check.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Liang still didn't get into the car, and Xiang Lan got out of the car with some worry on her face, and Yan also got out of the car. At this time, the rain was still very heavy, and Yan went to the trunk to get an umbrella in the rain, and hurriedly opened it for Wolan.

Xianglan was also anxious, and did not react, but asked Zhang Liang with a little anxiety: "How is it?

Zhang Liang raised his head and said earnestly: "Boss, this rain is heavy, you go up first, and I'll be fine in a while." ”

Woad will listen there, roll up your sleeves and help. The two tossed for a while, but it still didn't work. At this time, the rain had already beaten Zhang Liang into a soup chicken, and Xiang Lan realized that someone was holding an umbrella for him, and when he turned around, he saw that Yan's whole body was wet and standing beside him, the fog and sideburns had become unkempt, and the umbrella in his hand was all tilted to his side. His heart tightened, and a trace of annoyance unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Clumsy, you can't hold an umbrella?"

Yan was taken aback and didn't know what to do.

In a fit of rage, Xiang Lan pushed all the umbrellas to her. Only then did she react, and hurriedly pushed the umbrella to the boss's side, muttering, "I'm not soft-skinned and weak, it doesn't matter." ”

But no, she was worried that her boss would get sick, and who knew if he would get sick in the rain.

Sheadan was angry and scolded: "I'll let you support yourself!"

Yan Shi was startled when he met his cold and majestic gaze, but he was still very stubborn and refused to move the umbrella.

Lonely and silent, speechless. Only the sound of rain and the hidden throbbing in their hearts were left between the two.