Dad, please try harder

Chapter 84 Xi Wu throws a leaf at Qian Quan

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 84 Xi Wu throws a leaf at Qian Quan

Qian Wenlin was about to go to evening self-study when he received another message from Editor Qingmo.

Then his whole body was surrounded by a kind of ecstasy, and the excitement made a substantial roar and rolled up into a whirlpool.

"Hello Teacher Lin Wen, your work "Porcelain Wedding" has been spotted by Xianzai Film and Television Company. They are planning to purchase your film and television rights. I will create a group now and you can chat directly."

Qian Wenlin stood there, taking nearly half a minute to calm down and replied: "I have to go to class now, let's talk later."

Surprises are surprises, and students should not be delayed in class.

Qingmo: "No problem."

I finished the first class with a high-spirited attitude that the world and the earth are united.

After returning to the office, before I clicked on Qingmo Silla's group, I found a new friend request with the note "Xianzai Film and Television Planning Yunlian".

Qian Wenlin passed the application.

The other party immediately sent a message: "Hello, Mr. Lin, I am the planning editor of Xianzai Film and Television. I saw your work in "New Story Monthly" and I am very interested. I would like to ask you, are you interested in selling film and television rights?

?”

Qian Wenlin: "For those who are interested, what should I do specifically?"

Yun Lian: "That's right. After our evaluation, our preliminary plan is to purchase a 10-year exclusive license for RMB 150,000. Do you think you can accept it?"

Qian Wenlin looked at the number "160,000 yuan" several times and replied: "Okay, it's an unexpected surprise."

Yunlian: "Okay, then I'll probably send you the electronic contract tomorrow."

Qian Wenlin: "Okay, hard work."

After finishing the chat with Yun Lian, Qian Wenlin went to the group to reply, then privately chatted with Editor Qing Mo and told her the same thing.

Qing Mo: "Congratulations, Teacher Lin."

Qian Wenlin also expressed his sincere thanks to Editor Qingmo: "Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Without you selecting my work and without your recommendation, I would not have had this opportunity. Thank you again!"

150000!

In addition to more than 19,000 royalties, the total amount is close to 170,000.

This is the first time in forty years that Qian Wenlin has made so much money at once.

That kind of blessing is not only monetary, but more importantly, the recognition of one's own strength.

When my article is actually made into a movie or TV series in the future, I can tell my son openly.

You are making rapid progress, but I will always be your father!

After evening self-study, Qian Wenlin walked home briskly and saw his wife mopping the floor. He did not take the mop and complete the subsequent housework as usual.

Instead, he walked to the sofa without saying a word, sat down, crossed his legs, took a book he had placed on the sofa, and read by himself.

Yang Yuhua held the mop and looked at her husband like a stranger. Before she could say anything, she saw her husband looking up at her: "Why are you so stunned? Mop the floor and make me a cup of tea."

Yang Yuhua: "..."

"Didn't you listen?" Qian Wenlin said in an arrogant tone.

"Qian Wenlin, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Are you going to be the principal?"

"Principal?" Qian Wenlin shook his head slightly, "No, no, I just worked for a day and am a little tired."

"Who doesn't work all day?" Yang Yuhua said in an unhappy tone.

"I know you have been working all day, but I am very tired today. Not only do I have to teach students, but my editor came to see me, and then the planning editor of the film and television company also came to see me. There are a lot of things to deal with, which makes me confused.

Mentally very tired.”

"What film and television company?"

"What a film and television company, a company that makes TV shows. Where do the TV series you watch every day come from?"

"What does Ren Film and Television want from you?"

"They thought your husband's article was well written and wanted to turn it into a film and television series, so they wanted to spend 150,000 to buy my film and television rights."

"You, what did you say?"

"I said that the film and television company will spend 150,000 yuan to buy the film and television adaptation rights of my works. So, can you pour me a cup of tea? I'm very thirsty now."

Yang Yuhua walked up to her husband in disbelief and asked, "Aren't you kidding me?"

"Why are you coaxing me? I will sign the contract tomorrow and I will send you the contract then."

"Husband, you are so talented!" Yang Yuhua said and kissed Qian Wenlin on the forehead.

Although the 150,000 yuan was a surprise to her, the fact that her husband's work was turned into a TV series made her even more proud.

Just imagine how it would feel to play mahjong with my sisters while watching a TV series written by my husband...

I'm afraid it's not much different than trying to figure out the color yourself.

"Hey, what are you doing? Go get some tea." Qian Wenlin cooed heartily.

"Just wait, we'll come right away." Yang Yuhua cooperated.

Although Qian Wenlin was deliberately acting, he did regain some of the feelings he had when he first got married, when his wife worshiped him in every way.

…

Maritime Normal University, boys dormitory.

Qian Quan reviewed the opening chapters of several top ten works on the Source Chinese website, and then decided to change the title of his own work from "Not Envy of Immortals" to "My Senior Brother is Too Reckless."

After deciding on the title of the book, the next step is to make an outline, set it up, and figure out what to start with.

Just at this moment, Zhang Xiang'er called.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Qian Quan answered and asked.

"Two things: first, my master wants to see you;

"Second, Shimizu Ichiro went back to call his parents. It is said that he will come to China with his uncle this time, and he will probably want to meet you then."

Perhaps it was because Zhang Xiang'er's tone was unusually serious when he mentioned Master.

"Okay, I also want to visit your master in person." Qian Quan said sincerely, "Also, what is the origin of Shimizu Ichiro's uncle? Is he very powerful?"

"I don't know, but this is disturbing. Isao Okawachi, as a Japanese Iaijutsu master, is famous in the martial arts world and is known as Japan's 'national treasure martial artist'.

"And his junior brother is actually unknown, and now he suddenly wants to come to China. There must be something fishy in this."

"Then let the soldiers come to block it, and the water and the soil will cover it up." Qian Quan said, "It's just another fight."

"Aren't you afraid of losing to little Japan?"

“Didn’t you say that in folk martial arts exchanges, there have always been winners and losers?

"It's not a big deal. In this era of hot weapons, a martial arts competition cannot affect the fate of the country."

"I'm worried that they will use this as an excuse to make a big fuss and engage in public opinion wars online, which is disgusting. You should also be aware of our current online environment."

Qian Quan suddenly discovered that Zhang Xiang'er had returned from a game life to a game life, and when he got serious, he had a lot of troubles in his heart.

"Just do your best." Qian Quan said, "When are we going to see your master?"

"I will go to Zhonghai on Friday, and then we will go to Wudang together." Zhang Xiang'er said.

"good."

Qian Quan met him the day after he learned that Ichiro Shimizu had gone back to call his uncle.

To be precise, it was Shimizu Ichiro's uncle who took the initiative to meet Qian Quan.

In the morning, the sun has just risen.

Igarashi Yugiri and Shimizu Ichiro stood on Qianquan's way to class.

"Hello, Mr. Qian Quan." Ichiro Shimizu took the initiative to say hello.

"Hello." Qian Quan looked at the two of them.

When he looked at the tall, muscular young man next to Shimizu Ichiro, his heart sank inexplicably.

"This is my uncle." Shimizu Ichiro introduced.

"Hello." Qian Quan saw a well-concealed but terrifying negative energy in him, like a storm whirlpool in the deep sea. It contained the unwillingness of history, which made Qian Quan indescribable disgust and revulsion.

"Hello." The young man nodded slightly and responded in broken Chinese, "It's our first time meeting you. This is a maple leaf I brought from Nara. Please accept it."

After saying that, he turned his right palm over, and there was indeed a red maple leaf in the palm of his hand.

He gently threw the maple leaf towards Qian Quan, and the maple leaf fluttered towards Qian Quan.

Qian Quan stretched out his palm to catch the maple leaf, and saw that the maple leaf was about to fall on his palm.

Suddenly, the maple leaf seemed to be blown by the wind, spinning in the air and flying to the side.

Qian Quan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his palms around silently, holding the maple leaf between his index and middle fingers.

In a face-to-face encounter, he actually lost half of his moves.

The young man smiled slightly and said, "Nice to meet you."

Qian Quan stared at him and stopped talking.

(End of chapter)