Chapter Twenty-Five: I Wrote This Novel!

When Ye Feng chatted with the middle-aged boss, his heart kept turning his mind, it is very difficult for others to make a high-quality martial arts novel, but it is easy for him, the works of those martial arts masters in his previous life are clearly imprinted in his mind, and even after the crossing, he has a deeper memory than before the crossing, not to mention that it is not a word, but he also wants to go not far, as long as he is willing, it will not take long to make a classic martial arts masterpiece reappear in the world.

According to what the boss said, if he can write a high-quality martial arts novel and be liked by the old man Li, then it may be possible to have a relationship with Li Lantian, a first-class director in China, Ye Feng is ready to mix in the entertainment industry, then connections are a very important thing, and taking the line of Li Lantian will definitely help him in his future planning, but after thinking about it, for a small friendship, he may smash out a classic martial arts book, and some gains outweigh the losses, after all, even if martial arts decline, a classic martial arts is also very valuable, If the operation is better, there will still be some benefits, not to mention that a classic martial arts book is only used to build relationships, which is really a bit overkill, sorry for the original.

The only little bit of discipline made Ye Feng hesitate, and he still didn't open his mouth to take over the job of the middle-aged boss.

The middle-aged boss seems to have been complaining about this martial arts novel for a long time, seeing that Ye Feng is not tired of this topic, he pulled Ye Feng to complain while reading the rent information, and was talking hot, a young man with thick glasses suddenly broke in at the door, and the young man was dragging two big duffel bags, and after he came in, his eyes quickly swept around the house, and then he walked over to Ye Feng and the others with a salute.

"Zhang Zhihe, what do you mean, didn't you say that I would write you a martial arts novel, and you let me live in a house for nothing? It's only been a few months, and my martial arts novel has been written, and you have turned your face and denied people? The young man walked quickly to Ye Feng and the others, threw the two duffel bags aside, pointed at the nose of the middle-aged boss Zhang Zhihe and roared angrily.

Zhang Zhihe had complained for a long time and finally felt better, but when he saw this young man, the fire that had just been extinguished was ignited again, and he also stood up for a while, and shouted at the young man: "Li Chenggang, you don't have much blood and spew, when did I, Zhang Zhihe, cross the river and tear down the bridge?" Let's say at the beginning, your novel is qualified, I will let you live for nothing, if you are not qualified, you will leave, now your novel is not good, I don't charge you the rent for those months It has already given you face, you don't know what to do! ”

"Unqualified? The mouth grows on you, you can say whatever you want, and if you want to regret it, just say it, I, Li Chenggang, am not a person with a dead face. Li Chenggang blushed and roared with a thick neck.

"You mean I wronged you, you think your novel is well written, do you?" Not to be outdone, Zhang Zhihe stared at Li Chenggang with his eyes.

Li Chenggang nodded as a matter of course, and said quite proudly: "Of course, it's not me boasting, the martial arts novels I wrote are definitely quite good in this era, you look at this rhythm, you look at this writing, you look at this story, if this is in the period of martial arts fire, maybe it can also break through." ”

"Bullshit, what you wrote was thrown directly into the trash by Mr. Li, and you dare to say that the thing you threw into the trash can is good, why aren't you ashamed!?" The middle-aged boss Zhang Zhihe roared angrily, he remembered the feeling of falling into an ice cave when he turned over this novel from the trash can, and he wanted to strangle Li Chenggang who had a hard mouth in front of him.

"Old man Li, who is that? Who is he to judge the quality of my novels? I also threw it in the trash, see if I don't have a good theory with him! When Li Chenggang heard that his novel had been thrown into the trash, he was furious.

Zhang Zhihe roared for a while and gradually calmed down, hearing this, he glanced at Li Chenggang mockingly, and sneered: "Okay, you go to find Old Man Li to theorize, his house is at No. 88 Liuhe Courtyard, go ahead." ”

"Eighty-eight in Liuhe Annex?" Li Chenggang subconsciously repeated, and the next moment, his face changed, and he glared incredibly and said, "Old man Li, Director Li's father!?" You asked me to write a novel to show it to his old man? ”

Zhang Zhihe sneered and didn't speak, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

Li Chenggang suddenly stopped talking, stared at Zhang Zhihe for a long time, and suddenly patted his head and said: "Okay, you Zhang Zhihe, you hide it from me so hard, it turns out that the big man in your mouth is Li Tianlan's father." I understand, I understand, two years ago, someone impressed Mr. Li with martial arts novels, and later joined the crew of Director Li, your son is studying film and television, and you also have this idea, isn't it? ”

Of course, this kind of thing is that the fewer people who know the Tao, the better, so except for a few who are particularly trustworthy, Zhang Zhihe didn't even tell Li Chenggang, the author of the pen, but since he picked up this novel in the trash, he doesn't care, because he is basically desperate, and naturally he has no intention of hiding it, which is also an important reason why he knows everything about Ye Feng.

Seeing Zhang Zhihe nodding, Li Chenggang suddenly laughed, he swept away his previous anger, pointed at Zhang Zhihe's nose and laughed mockingly: "Idiot, idiot, if you had explained to me the truth of the matter, I would not have taken your job at all, and you didn't have to take that house to let me live in vain for so long." I'm not wronged, I'm not angry, I know my own catties, Old Man Li doesn't look down on our things, that's normal, it's you, you are wronged. ”

Ye Feng and Ye Xue'er saw Li Chenggang's attitude suddenly turn around, and their eyes couldn't help but show curiosity, while the middle-aged boss was at a loss.

Li Chenggang saw the appearance of a few people, smiled proudly, and said: "The circle of novels is not big, and there are not many secrets in the eyes of real insiders. ”

"What the inside story?" Zhang Zhihe asked subconsciously.

Li Chenggang smiled very pretendically: "The book that impressed Mr. Li back then was not written by a street writer as you outsiders think, that book was written by a martial arts master who sealed the pen in his spare time, that kind of level, it is not comparable to us at all, to put it mildly, that level of people, Boss Zhang, you can't afford it at all, otherwise you think no one thinks of the same method as you?" Are you stupid for someone else? Hey, other people just know the inside story and don't do anything that is beyond their means. ”

After a pause, Li Chenggang glanced at Zhang Zhihe again, and said: "I will send you another piece of news for free, the second son of Old Man Li, the younger brother of Director Li, and the well-known TV series director Li Guochang, recently wanted to make a martial arts TV series, and many people with better skills than me have submitted, including many real big names in the novel circle, those works Old Man Li, an old martial arts fan, will definitely also watch them, if you want to impress Old Man Li, you have to beat those big names, hehe, then again, you can beat those big names, Can you afford to be the owner of a real estate agency? I advise you, die of this heart! ”

Although Zhang Zhihe was basically desperate, but deep down in his heart, he did not hold the slightest luck, and now when he heard the truth of the facts and Li Chenggang's revelations, he found that he had no hope at all, and in an instant, his whole person was a little lost and depressed, however, just when he was standing unsteady and wanted to do it all at once, Ye Feng, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly said something that made him and Li Chenggang, including Ye Xue'er, stunned.

"Boss Zhang, I wrote this novel to you."

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