Chu Mu: "......"

He looked at the endless sea of snow: "The sea of snow? ”

Xue Hai Wuya took two cups, poured himself a full cup, and brought another cup to Chu Mu.

"Brother, you know what......"

He took a sip of half a glass of liquor, and his eyes were red: "Yesterday, my Avenue Film and Television was withdrawn. ”

Chu Mu was taken aback.

The avenue is a book that is being serialized in the endless sea of snow.

The results of this book are not very good, and neither is the boundless state of the snowy sea.

But even so, Chu Mu didn't expect that the film and television copyright of this book would be knocked down.

And Chu Mu knew that the film and television of several books in a row were all cooperated with the same company.

He thought that even if he looked at the strength and fame of Xuehai Wuwu in the past, as well as the benefits brought to the company by the once popular film and television, the company would not do it so obviously.

As if to see his thoughts, Xue Hai Wuya finished the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, and sneered: "This is the capitalist." ”

This kind of thing, Chu Mu can only comfort the snow sea endlessly.

"They don't want it, just change it. You've been doing it for so many years, why do you take it so seriously? ”

Xue Hai Wuya shook his head: "I know the truth, I don't miss the money for this film and television copyright, I just don't feel good in my heart." And ......"

“…… Spring and autumn, I am old. ”

is old, or rather, Jiang Lang is finished.

The boundless sea of snow has been feeling this more and more deeply recently.

He wasn't so depressed.

"The Avenue" did not get a good grade, and the first thing he thought about was to open a new book.

But I thought about the setting of the new book several times, and wrote more than ten at the beginning.

The more you write, the worse it gets.

The more you write, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

After a few days, I opened the document and looked at it, and I couldn't read anything I wrote.

He had to admit that he was no longer the boundless sea of snow that could go all the way with inspiration if he had the help of God.

As I get older, my thinking begins to ossify, and my aura is slowly worn out.

His eyes are still there.

So it's very clear that the beginnings that I forcibly wrote, even if they are published as a new book, will not result much better than "The Great Road".

What he is really afraid of is not a matter of film and television rights of "The Avenue", but this.

He couldn't tell anyone about that.

Including Chu's Spring and Autumn Period.

The top god of the Apocalypse Literature Network, Xuehai, has no inspiration, and Jiang Lang is exhausted.

As long as the thought of such news appearing anywhere, Xue Hai Wuyan felt infinite panic in his heart.

He poured himself another glass of wine and looked up at his friend in front of him.

Chu Chunqiu is so young.

He doesn't sell his personality, he doesn't sell his face, he doesn't broadcast live, and he rarely even interacts with fans.

But after so many years, his new books are better than the first, and he has never pounced on one.

It's a terrifying gift.

Xue Hai Wuya looked at him, thinking about himself, and the more he thought about it, the more bitter he became.

"Brother, I really envy you, as soon as every new book comes out, it is a big hit IP. Here, a toast! ”

Chu Mu: "......"

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the sea of snow with a decadent face on the opposite side, and still picked up his wine glass.

The spicy smell of wine flows down the throat into the stomach, and when it reaches the end, it explodes.

The heat rushed to his face, and his mind was half confused.

That's why Chu Mu hardly drinks outside.

He was a poor drinker.

It's so bad that it's almost a cup poured.

It's just a mouthful, and he's already a little bit upset.