Hong Jingbao was also happy when he saw the crispness of his promise, and pulled Xia Xia down with a smile.

Everyone present also looked up to him because of his identity as a writer.

Xia knows that the status of novelists in Hong Kong is very high, and grandmasters like Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Ni Wei, even if they are film tycoons such as Shao Yifu and Zou Wenhuai, they have to be polite to others.

However, he was not proud of this, but continued to maintain a modest and cautious attitude, not arrogant or complacent, so that everyone present had a good impression of him.

Tang Jia also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, he was most worried that he would be young and vigorous in the summer, and as soon as he was praised by others, he would not know what to say, and he would be domineering. Unexpectedly, he was able to calm down, neither humble nor arrogant, and treat people and things with ease, calmly and calmly, which really surprised him.

An hour later, the banquet ended.

Before leaving, Liu Jialiang quietly said to Tang Jia, "Brother, your apprentice is really good. ”

Tang Jia smiled, feeling that he had a lot of face on his face, you must know that Liu Jialiang has a very high vision, and he is not a master who easily praises people.

Xia asked Hong Jingbao, "Brother Hong, after the script is written, where will I give it to you?"

Hong Jingbao was stunned, he asked Xia for a script, but he just said it casually. He is now the most popular producer in Hong Kong, and he has countless elite soldiers, so how can he lack scripts. But since Summer asked so and said his own words, of course he can't go back now.

"In this way, after you finish writing, send it to the third floor of Jiahe Building, and Baohe Film Company will do it. Hong Jingbao hesitated for a moment, and immediately said with a smile.

If the summer script is really good, even if you can't use it yourself, you can give it to someone else. If the writing is not good, it is a big deal to give him a few thousand yuan, and it will be over if he is not busy in vain.

"Okay, I made a note of it. Xia nodded and smiled, he dared to guarantee that Hong Jingbao would definitely take a fancy to his script.

"Ah Tian, you have to cherish the opportunity, ponder the script carefully, and don't deal with errands. Tang Jia also told him, "Human affection is as thin as paper, and Master can't help you too many times." ”

If you mess up a script to fool people in the summer, although they will accept the script for the sake of his face, but you can't deceive people in the future.

"I know, Master, I promise I won't mess around. Xia said solemnly, for the sake of his own future, he will never mess around.

……

After the banquet, return to Shaw Studios in the summer.

As soon as I got downstairs, I heard someone shouting from the convenience store, "Ah Tian, come here, there is your phone message." ”

Summer hurriedly walked over, "Thank you, Aunt Lan." He said with a smile as he handed over a ten-dollar Hong Kong dollar, "Help me get a pack of Marlboro, no need to look for money." ”

The shopkeeper, Aunt Lan, suddenly had a happy flower on her face. A pack of Marlboro was only seven dollars, so she would get a three-dollar tip. Usually she helps people deliver messages, and she only gets a dollar at most.

"Ah Tian, this is your message, this is your cigarette, smoke less, smoking is not good. She reminded with a smile.

"I see, Aunt Lan, thank you for your concern. Summer nodded. In fact, his addiction to smoking is not too heavy, but in the past few days, he has either stayed up late to film, or stayed up late to catch up with the draft, so it is inevitable that he will smoke more.

When I took the note with a message, I saw that it had a phone number and a message asking him to contact Ming Pao as soon as possible to discuss the proper serialization.

Although the summer "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple" had passed the review a few days ago, because there was no shortage of novels in "Ming Pao" at that time, it was not immediately reported.

Now it seems that there should be a schedule.

Summer was overjoyed, and hurriedly borrowed the phone to call.

The person who answered the phone was Ren Wanying, "Hey, who are you?"

"Sister Wanying, I'm Summer, how are you?" said Summer.

"It's you, Ah Tian! I'll tell you the good news, your novel will be in the newspaper tomorrow. Ren Wanying's voice sounded happy too.

"That's so good, I can't wait. Xia smiled, "Thank you, Sister Wanying, and please help me, thank you, Mr. Cha." ”

"Okay. By the way, Mr. Cha also wants to ask you, do you plan to publish under your real name, or do you plan to take a pen name?" Ren Wanying asked again.

Xia knew that writers of martial arts novels usually liked to use pen names to publish their works, such as Jin Yong's original name was Zha Liangyong, whose pen name was obtained from the last word of his name, and Gu Long's original name was Xiong Yaohua, whose pen name came from the poem of the Tang Dynasty poet Li He, "The green maple is on the gloomy autumn air, and the ancient dragon is chanted between the waves on the cool night." Ni Wei has many pen names, among which "Wesley" is derived from the name of the protagonist of his novel......

But he didn't want to take a pen name, because he wrote novels not only for money, but also to make a name for himself. If you take a pen name, then no one knows your real name, how can you boost your reputation?!

"I'll just use my real name to publish it, Sister Wanying. My name is pretty good, and I don't need to take any pen names. Summer refused.

"That's fine, I'll tell Mr. Cha. Ren Wanying nodded and said, "Remember to buy a newspaper tomorrow." She reminded with a smile.

"Don't worry, I'll buy a hundred copies and give them to everyone. Summer laughed.

……

After paying the phone bill, I went home in the summer and wanted to finish writing "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple" as soon as possible.

He has already written more than half of this novel, and he still has more than 30,000 words left to finish.

After setting up the pen and paper, I was about to write in the summer, when I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He got up and went over to open the door, and saw one of Bucktooth Bing's younger brothers standing outside the door.

"Brother Tian, hello!" he greeted with a smile.

Summer was stunned, "What, is there something wrong with you?"

The so-called night owl enters the house and comes for nothing. He doesn't have a good impression of the Black X Club of Bucktooth Bing.

"That's right, Brother Tian, Brother Bing wants to ask you to have dinner in the evening, I wonder if you have time?" the little brother grinned.

Xia frowned, he was still going to spend a day today to finish writing "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple", and he was really not interested in dealing with Luo Yabing.

"Well, let's do it, I still have something to do today, you go back and talk to Brother Bing, and say that I will go to the appointment in two days. He thought for a moment and said. Every hour, every minute, is precious to him now, and he doesn't want to waste it on boring interactions.

"Brother Tian, if you do this, it will be difficult for me to explain to my eldest brother when I go back. Seeing that Xia refused, the man's face suddenly sank and said, "In my opinion, you still don't have to embarrass me as a little brother, let's go with me to see Brother Bing." And he stood at the door, and he refused to go.

Summer shook his head, "It's your business how you explain to your eldest brother, anyway, I really don't have time now." I'll not be with you!" With that, he prepared to close the door.

"Hey, don't be embarrassed, I'm fat lice, no one is brave enough not to give me face?" the little brother stretched out his hand, propped up the door, and then sneered at Xia.

This little brother is fat and has a lot of strength, and because of his difficult personality, people call him "fat lice". It means that fat lice know that they bite people and disgust people.

The fat lice not only did not hate this nickname, but felt very majestic smug, and when he saw that Xia refused to agree to go with him, he began to play with his face.

Xia smiled, grabbed his hand, and secretly exerted force, "I really haven't heard of your fat lice's name, but Brother Bing had a henchman named Ah Ming before, I think you should know what happened to him." Get out of here now, don't really force me to do it. ”

Seeing that Summer dared to compete with himself, the fat lice began to be a little happy in his heart, and wanted to take the opportunity to embarrass him a little. Unexpectedly, Summer's hands became tighter and tighter, just like a vice.

Fat lice felt that his strength was big enough, but he didn't expect that Summer's strength was even greater than his. After a long time, I couldn't support it anymore, and the sweat on my forehead was painful.

Hearing Xia mention Ah Ming's matter again, the fat lice suddenly shivered. In fact, he didn't know much about Ah Ming, only that he lost the favor of the boss for some reason, not only was his leg broken by the boss, but he was also kicked out of the club, and the end was very miserable. I didn't expect it to be related to this young man, and when I thought of it, the fat lice didn't dare to cause trouble anymore.

His status in the club is not as good as Ah Ming, what qualifications do he have to dare to argue with Xia, "Brother Tian, please let it go, I know it's wrong." I'll go back now and relay your words to Brother Bing. ”

"It's better to do this early, so as not to hurt everyone's harmony. Summer smiled and let go. A little minion like a fat lice has always been a bully and afraid of the hard, and the more you talk to him, the more he thinks you are a bully. On the contrary, your strength is stronger than his, so let him kneel down and lick his toes, he is willing.

The fat lice also smiled awkwardly, "It's my fault, it's my fault, I'm sorry, Brother Tian! He quickly turned around and left, and when he hurried back downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. When I opened the sleeves of my shirt, I saw five deep finger marks on my hands, and the marks began to be light and swollen.

"Oh my god, this is a teenager, this is more ruthless than the people in our way. The fat lice was dumbfounded, originally wanted to secretly take revenge on the summer, but now he quickly dismissed this idea.

Summer came home, sat back at the table, and continued to write his novel.

From 3 o'clock in the afternoon to the next morning, except for half an hour of rest during dinner, the rest of the time Summer sat at the table and wrote hard.

When he finished writing this "The Eighth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple" and got up from the stool to stretch his waist, he could hear the bones rattling.

"Wow, it's finally done. Summer yawned, saw the manuscript on the table, and smiled happily.

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