Publishing a novel at seven o'clock was actually Ye Feng's decision in a fit of anger, and his own mind was still not focused on it, so after receiving a call from the fat man, Ye Feng directly turned off the computer. As for the recommendation station sent to him by the editor Maple in the middle of the night, Ye Feng didn't see it at all......

In a roadside restaurant not far from the teahouse, the fat man looked at the students who came out of Hai Media and Hai University, felt their unique youthful vitality, and couldn't help but sigh: "University, it's so good." "The fat man is really envious of these students, who are in groups, talking and laughing.

Originally, I thought that Ye Feng would echo the two sentences, but after waiting for a long time and not hearing any movement, the fat man turned his head to see that Ye Feng was still gobbling it up.

"Big brother, you've eaten three bowls, and you're still eating?"

Seeing that this bowl of noodles has also bottomed out, the fat man is also speechless, Ye Feng looks so thin, how can he eat it like this?

"You're talking a lot of nonsense. Hiccup~"

With a hiccup, Ye Feng wiped his mouth, Ya's brother hasn't eaten for a day, okay?

"Alright, where's the puppy?"

After eating and drinking, Ye Feng went straight to the point.

"Hey, of course the puppy was brought, it's in the car. The fat man smiled and said, "However, big brother, you have to sign this contract first." ”

Looking at the document handed over by the fat man, Ye Feng frowned and said, "What is this?"

"Sign a licensing contract. The fat man explained, "You have to sign this contract before I can give you the puppy." ”

Also, if he didn't sign a contract, Ye Feng could pick on his son at any time, if that was the case, the fat man wouldn't even have a place to cry.

"No problem. Ye Feng thought about it for a while, anyway, he also wanted to finish this book "Smiling Proud Jianghu" well, and it was okay to sign a contract.

After taking the document, Ye Feng flipped through it casually, after all, it was a contract, and he still had to look at it.

"Hmm, what does the copyright royalty of a thousand words and a thousand words mean?" Looking at the remuneration in this contract, Ye Feng frowned, although a thousand words and a thousand words seem like a lot, but if this is to sell the copyright of "Smiling Proud Jianghu", it will definitely be a big loss.

Although he has not been in the cultural circle before, Ye Feng deeply understands one thing, that is, the copyright must be firmly held in his hands, this thing is a hen that can lay eggs, and it is the kind that can lay golden eggs.

"I don't understand, I'll give you a call and ask. ”

The fat man took out his mobile phone and called his second uncle. Originally, the second uncle said that he would come to negotiate the signing conditions with the "master" in person, but he was blocked at home by the fat man with 10,000 reasons.

(Fat man: Second uncle, people don't want to reveal their true identity, so ah, don't go, what if they are unhappy and leave?) The second uncle thoughtfully: Oh. I guess in my heart, maybe it was written anonymously by some senior. Maybe it's a bigwig in the literary world who comes out to make extra money?)

"Second uncle. ”

"Yes, yes, I've seen people, and we're talking. ”

"It's just that he asked what the copyright royalties mean?"

"Ahh ”

After hanging up the phone, the fat man explained to Ye Feng: "It's the licensing fee, the magazine publishes your novel, and then gives you money, understand?"

The fat man's explanation was very popular, Ye Feng nodded, he also checked it on the Internet just now, and it was similar to what the fat man said, this is just authorization, and it does not involve the issue of copyright ownership.

I took a look at other clauses, such as what was delivered on time, what was in breach of contract, etc., all of which were clearly listed.

Well, very formally.

Okay, let's sign it.

Well, this not only has a pen name, but also has to sign your real name?

Didn't Xu Lao know that he wrote this book himself?

He looked up at the fat man suspiciously, and said, "How do you get this thing?"

Ye Feng also knew in his heart that if he let Xu Lao know that this book was written by himself, it was estimated that Xu Lao would be able to explode, and he would definitely not use it.

"This, I've studied it a long time ago, you don't need to sign your real name, you just press a handprint, and then sign a pen name. By the way, you have to come up with a pen name. The fat man said.

"Oh, the pen name is ah, it's called Yezi. "I didn't expect this tease to be quite comprehensive than the fat man's thoughts (fat man: life and death matters, you guys sloppy to try?).

"Leaves? No, no, no. ”

As soon as the fat man heard this pen name, he immediately shook his head.

"What?" Ye Feng asked suspiciously.

"I don't know if my second uncle is allergic to this surname?" said the fat man.

"What the hell am I ......"

Ye Feng is really out of temper, did the Ye family take your second uncle? Make your second uncle hate the surname Ye so much?

"It's called Purple Night, it's good. The fat man said.

"Okay. ”

In fact, it doesn't matter what Ye Feng is called, the focus is still on the puppy.

Brush and brush, sign and press the handprint.

"Alright, what about the dog?"

"Don't worry, I'll take a look first. The fat man took the contract, browsed it, and confirmed that there was no problem, so he kept the contract and gave Ye Feng a copy.

"Okay, the puppy is in the car, let's go, go over and get it. With a smile on his face, the fat man beckoned Ye Feng to go out. Ye Feng is also in a good mood, it took so much effort to finally get the puppy, am I easy?

The fat man's car was parked right outside, not far away.

The fat man's car was a silver Lamborghini supercar, which he drove when he ran away from home. Now in the second uncle's place, there is no other way to travel, so he drove over.

Million-level luxury cars, especially the shape of Lamborghini, parked outside the sea media, naturally attracted the attention of countless people.

Even, there is a girl standing next to him who refuses to leave?

What does this mean?

Is the money worshipper so blatant?

But this girl is really beautiful, especially the white dress, which gives people a feeling of being out of the dust.

"Big brother, do you see it? The woman now~" The fat man shook his head and said with emotion.

However, Ye Feng's focus was not on the girl at all.

"Don't you say that the Lamborghini is your car?"

"yes. The fat man didn't mean to show off, he just replied casually, but when he saw Ye Feng's face that darkened in an instant, the fat man was startled.

Hey, I'll go, big brother, you don't need to be so exaggerated about hating the rich, right?

"Don't tell me you closed the windows!" Ye Feng's voice was very gloomy, and his face became more and more ugly.

Listening to Ye Feng's words, the fat man seemed to think of something, and his smile instantly froze on his face, and cold sweat flowed down his head.

Without thinking much about it, the fat man ran over there.

Hurriedly pulled the car door and looked at the puppy that was already motionless, the fat man's heart suddenly "chuckled", as if he had been drenched in a basin of ice water, wow, it was cold.

At this time, Ye Feng also came over, and a gloomy voice came from behind the fat man, "If the puppy dies, I will let you pay for your life." Looking at the puppy's unknown appearance, Ye Feng's mentality exploded directly.

What the hell Lao Tzu took so much effort to prepare a gift for his daughter, but he was suffocated to death by you, a dead fat man? Now Ye Feng really couldn't bear to end the fat man directly, that is, the fusion of the soul of this life and the previous life, the kind of anger in the previous life has dissipated a little, otherwise, the fat man is gone.

Feeling the churning gloomy and tyrannical aura behind him, the fat man couldn't help but shudder, and he remembered Ye Feng's terrifying eyes last time. Only then did he remember that Ye Feng, who was usually hippie and smiling, was actually not a good person.

"Give it to me!"

At this time, an angry voice sounded on the side.