The poetry contest is over.

The people in the auditorium all dispersed, and they walked out one after another.

Regarding Ye Hao's "Believe in the Future", as well as the testimonial that was said later, many people are talking about it.

Because it is so good, many people have realized a certain true meaning of life because of this poem, gained the motivation to live, and ignited hope.

And incidentally, Ye Hao has also become the focus of everyone's mouth, and they all wonder when such a young man with flying literature appeared, and no one of them knows each other.

And the people of the writers' association walked in front of Ye Hao, but from time to time they would turn their heads and take a deep look at Ye Hao, their eyes were fierce and vicious.

The faces of several people were not very good-looking, and they didn't talk to each other all the way, obviously very dissatisfied with the result just now.

In fact, it is normal, after all, if everyone wants to come, the people of the Writers' Association will participate, then it must be the people of the Writers' Association who take the first, and the people of the Writers' Association also think so, after all, to participate in this kind of city-wide poetry competition, not only can expand their influence, but also get honors, it can be described as fame and fortune, who is not happy to come?

But it's like this, it's a sure thing for everyone to look at, but if there is an accident, everyone will doubt their lives.

But Ye Hao doesn't care, this guy is like this, whoever provokes him, he will make whoever is uncomfortable.

Moreover, if you take it all, can you still bite me?

After separating from them, Ye Hao was also ready to send Wang Qingxue home.

But as soon as he walked to the door, suddenly, a person came out of the corner and blocked in front of him.

Ye Hao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly recognized who the person in front of him was, it was the little old man who asked the question on the previous stage.

Without waiting for Ye Hao to speak, the little old man said first: "Young man, I have something I want to discuss with you, do you think it is inconvenient for Fang to take a step to speak?"

When Ye Hao heard this, he was immediately stunned, and his first reaction was - this little old man is in a group with the people of the Writers' Association, and he wants to invite him to tea?!

Because he took the first place in the people's association, ruined their good deeds, and then the people in the association felt that it was difficult to swallow, so they found someone to beat him?

But...... Why do you ask someone to invite a burly man? Why do you want a little old man to come? Do you look down on your buddy?

I have to say that this guy is too dramatic, and he just thinks too much about it.

"Young man, I'm not a writer, you can rest assured. The little old man smiled and said, "I'm interested in your modern poem and want to talk to you." ”

Interested in Believe in the Future?

Ye Hao seemed to think of something: "You are ......"

"Tsk, this person is so old that he has forgotten even the most basic things," the little old man laughed at himself, and then introduced himself, "My name is Zhou Zhuangsheng, and I am the editor-in-chief of the Beijing Newspaper Group. ”

Ye Hao smiled and said, "You mean that you want to buy the poem "Believe in the Future"...... Copyright?"

"That's right!" Zhou Zhuangsheng nodded with a smile.

In Zhou Zhuangsheng's view, "Believe in the Future", which can be called a phenomenal work of contemporary modern poetry, has an indescribable positive impact on contemporary people, and is even very likely to be arranged into textbooks, after all, there are too few such positive poems in today's teaching textbooks.

And if it can really be arranged into the textbook, it will also be a huge benefit for the publishing house.

Ye Hao immediately said respectfully: "It turns out that you are old Zhou, you have been looking up for a long time!"

In fact, this guy didn't know about Zhou Zhuangsheng at all, just polite words, so he should say so.

Since he belonged to the Beijing Newspaper Group, Ye Hao had no worries, and directly followed Zhou Zhuangsheng to a discussion room.

Zhou Zhuangsheng smiled and said: "I want to buy all the domestic and foreign distribution rights of this poem, I don't know if you have this intention?"

"No!" Ye Hao didn't hesitate for a second.

Zhou Zhuangsheng only felt that his old face was a little unbearable, he was also the editor-in-chief of the Beijing Newspaper Group, an old-timer in the industry, and he was even more respected in the field of literature...... I can't help but make him a little frustrated.

This young man must not know my position in literature, which is why he is so uninteresting, and he who does not know is not guilty! He can only think like this, and his heart is more balanced.

Zhou Zhuangsheng coughed and relieved his embarrassment: "Aren't you going to listen to my offer, I'm sure you'll be interested." ”

"Then you say. Ye Hao said with a smile.

Zhou Zhuangsheng raised two fingers and said confidently: "Two million, after tax! As long as you buy me all the distribution rights......

Halfway through hearing this, Wang Qingxue was almost stunned, what is the situation? Just such a poem of a few hundred words is worth two million? Is there something wrong?

Wang Qingxue also knows that the poem "Believe in the Future" is very good, and she doesn't know the intrinsic value of this poem, but Ye Hao knows! The value of the poem "Believe in the Future" is far from being comparable to two million. After all, in Ye Hao's world where literature is full of flowers, this poem can still be included in the textbook, which shows its value.

"I'm not interested!" Ye Hao was still neat and unobtrusive.

Zhou Zhuangsheng: "......"

You're thinking about it!

"If it's lower, I can raise my ...... a little more"

"No!"

Ye Hao saw that Zhou Zhuangsheng was about to run away, and hurriedly said: "Old Zhou, don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want to sell." ”

Don't get me wrong? How can you not misunderstand me with this answer!

"It's impossible to sell you all the copyrights at home and abroad," Ye Hao said slowly, "but to divide them!"

By share?

It turns out that he has already thought about it from the beginning, and he is sure that he must win this poem, and is ready to take a longer-term and more profitable copyright road.

Don't look at two million, but compared to the long-term dividend model, it is definitely just a drop in the ocean.

Zhou Zhuangsheng realized for the first time that he would be so passive when talking about copyright with others, not to mention that he was still a young man in his early twenties......

"Okay, no problem!" Zhou Zhuangsheng didn't hesitate, his purpose was originally to win this poem, and other copyright matters still depend on the creator himself, this kind of thing can't be forced.

The two talked for a while about the specific shares, and finally decided that it was 8 percent of the price.

"I will be in the capital in the next few days, and when I arrive in the capital, I will ask people to draw up the contract, and then mail it to you, and you can sign it and send it back to me after confirming that there is no problem. ”

Ye Hao shook hands and said, "That's troublesome Old Zhou." ”

(End of chapter)