Brother Bao finally woke up at this moment that he had found the wrong person.

Brother Bao looked at the computer screen with a wry smile, and secretly thought in his heart, this time I am afraid that I will not have a chance to turn over!

Frustrated, Brother Bao turned off the micro. Bo, went out to buy drunk.

And micro. On top of Bo, the water army hired by Brother Bao gradually dispersed after Brother Bao did not continue to pay money.

Wang Fan is like a general, and the book friends are like soldiers who follow the general. The general with small soldiers in the micro. Bo's battlefield rushed to kill, this time he killed in all directions, and left no piece of armor left behind the reservoir army hired by Brother Bao, book friends, Wang Fan is a writer who values it more. They identify more with the novels written by Wang Fan.

Book friends identify more with Wang Fan as a person, and Wang Fan feels that the distance between his heart and his book friends is no longer as strange as before, and Wang Fan and other book friends feel a little familiar.

Brother Bao is in micro. Bo Zhong does not take the lead, Wang Fan and Wang Fan's book friends are gradually dispersed, and the book friends and Wang Fan all have their own things to do.

……

Eat, go to Qinglong Film and Television, go to Qinglong Film and Television Exhibition for midnight live broadcast, and then go home to sleep, and soon the night will pass.

Wang Fan got up very early in the morning, and most of the dozens of people from the national film and television company have now gotten off the plane, cruise ship, and bullet train, and come to the city where Wang Fan lives.

After these people came to the city where Wang Fan lived, they immediately looked for Wang Fan's residence.

The place where Wang Fan lived, and they already knew the location on the map of the city. All that remains is to go to Wang Fan's house in person and go to Wang Fan to discuss the copyright of Chu Liuxiang's legend.

Diplomats from one company after another, getting on the bus. Towards the destination, Wang Fan's home was headed.

……

Time, noon. At this moment, Wang Fan is sitting in a computer chair at home, holding a hamburger in his left hand and a cola in his right hand, eating this Western-style fast food of more than ten yuan.

Wang Fan squinted his eyes, enjoying the taste of hamburger and coke, just while enjoying. There was a sudden knock on the door, and when he heard the knock, Wang Fan reluctantly put down the hamburger and cola in his hand. Take the Coke and open the door.

"Who?" After Wang Fan opened the door, he saw him wearing a formal suit, his hair was waxed, and he was holding a briefcase in his hand. Middle-aged man I don't know.

"Oh. My name is the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs of Oriental Film and Television Company, Dongfang Ming. The middle-aged man in a formal suit looked at Wang Fan very seriously, and asked Wang Fan, "Are you Wang Fan?" ”

"Yes!"

Wang Fan nodded, stretched out his hand and let Dongfang Ming enter the house.

"Sit down." Wang Fan asked Dongfang Ming to sit on the sofa, and then walked to the kitchen from the refrigerator in the kitchen. I took out two cans of drinks that I had already bought.

"Give!"

Wang Fan threw a bottle of drink in his hand to Dongfang Ming, and then sat on the sofa directly opposite Dongfang Ming. While opening the lid of the drink, he asked Dongfang Ming, "Your name is Dongfang Ming, right?" What are you looking for me for today? ”

"Writer Wang Fan, I called you yesterday and learned that you still have the film and television rights of Chu Liuxiang's legend in your hands, so I was sent to your house by the company today to ask if you have any ideas for selling Chu Liuxiang's legendary film and television copyrights?"

"Do you want to sell the film and television rights of the novel The Legend of Chu Liuxiang? Of course you can! Wang Fan said with a smile.

"It's really great that you agreed to sell, but I don't know how much you want to sell?" Hearing Wang Fan's words, a trace of excitement appeared on Dongfang Ming's face, and he asked Wang Fan.

"Three million!"

Hearing Dongfang Ming's question, a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Fan's mouth and said.

"Three million!" Hearing the amount of numbers Wang Fan said, the look on Dongfang Ming's face changed, and it became a little ugly.

"Writer Wang Fan, you are slaughtering our Oriental Film and Television Company as a fat sheep!" Dongfang Ming said with an ugly face.

"My last novel, Xiao Ao, was sold to Qinglong Film and Television Company for 2 million. You see that Qinglong Film and Television is willing to spend 2 million to buy my film and television copyright, and it is successful, why do you Oriental Film and Television Company think that I am a lion with 3 million! ”

Wang Fan knew that he couldn't make concessions now, and making concessions would be tantamount to being depressed, so Wang Fan put forward the example of Qinglong Film and Television Company.

"Xiaoao Jianghu copyright, you sold it to Qinglong Film and Television Company for two million?" Dongfang Ming looked at Wang Fan with a serious face and asked, "You really didn't lie." ”

"Do you think I'm going to lie at this point?" Wang Fan smiled and said to Dongfang Ming: "If I lie, this lie will not stand the test, because as long as you ask Qinglong Film and Television Company, then this lie will be broken." ”

Hearing Wang Fan's words, Dongfang Ming's heart sank: "Writer Wang Fan, I have to say that the copyright fee of three million is really too much, even if the TV station of our Oriental Film and Television Company is a second-rate film and television TV station, it cannot afford such a large investment in a TV series on top of the copyright fee." ”

"Don't you buy it?"

Hearing Dongfang Ming's words, the corners of Wang Fan's mouth hooked up a smile, he picked up the drink in his hand and took a few sips, and secretly thought in his heart, it was not only your Qinglong Film and Television Company family who called me yesterday, but dozens of people from companies called me yesterday and asked me if I was interested in selling the film and television rights in my hands.

Now I'm Xiang Bao, and the person who talks about the conditions is not your Oriental Film and Television Company. Wang Fan thought so, and slowly took a sip of the drink in his hand.

And Dongfang Ming was also like Wang Fan at the moment, quietly drinking the drink in his hand.

As the vice minister of foreign affairs of Oriental Film and Television Company, Dongfang Ming's patience is very strong. Dongfang Ming is waiting now, waiting for the moment when Wang Fan let go.

About ten minutes later, Wang Fan stood up, and Wang Fan, who was sitting opposite Dongfang Ming, saw the website stand up, a light flashed in his eyes, and he secretly thought in his heart, is he going to let go in only ten minutes?

However, Wang Fan, who stood up, did not let go as directly as Dongfang Ming thought. Wang Fan walked to the computer desk, picked up the hamburger and Coke, and then returned to the sofa and began to eat this lunch.

Dongfang Ming watched Wang Fan eat lunch and swallowed his saliva. Now Dongfang Ming also felt that his stomach was hungry, but he knew that he couldn't open his mouth or leave now.

Whether he opened his mouth or left, it meant that he, as well as the Oriental Film and Television Company behind him, had the idea of receiving Wang Fan's three million buyout price.

Relying on the concentration cultivated by his profession for a long time, Dongfang Ming still sat on the sofa, motionless, unmoved by the tempting food in Wang Fan's hands. (To be continued......)

PS: The subscription is a bit small, it's just in its early 200s, 17,000 is about to be 18,000 collections, it's only in its early 200s to subscribe, it's a bit of a pain, and I don't have much confidence.