MTL - Dad, Please Try a Little Harder-Chapter 84 Yugiri throws a leaf at Qian Quan

  Chapter 84 Yugiri throws a leaf at Qian Quan

   When Qian Wenlin received another message from Qing Mo's editor, he was about to go to evening self-study.

   Then his whole body was surrounded by a kind of ecstasy, and the excited emotions sent out substantial roars and vortexed.

   "Hello, Mr. Lin Wen, your work "Porcelain Marriage" has been selected by Xianzai Film and Television Company, and they are going to buy your film and television copyright. I will create a group now, and you can chat directly."

  Qian Wenlin stood where he was, and it took nearly half a minute to calm down, and replied, "I'm going to class now, we'll talk later."

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

  Qing Mo: "No problem."

   Finished the first class with a high-spirited mentality that the world is united.

  After returning to the office, before opening Qingmo's new group, I found a new friend application with the note "Xianzai Film and Television Planner Yunlian".

  Qian Wenlin approved the application.

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

  Qian Wenlin: "If you are interested, what should I do?"

  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 it is acceptable?"

  Qian Wenlin looked at the number "160,000 yuan" several times, and replied: "Yes, it is a surprise."

  Yun Lian: "Okay, then I will probably send you the electronic contract tomorrow."

  Qian Wenlin: "Okay, hard work."

  After finishing the chat with Yunlian, Qian Wenlin went to the group to reply, then privately chatted with Editor Qingmo, and told her about it.

  Qing Mo: "Congratulations, Teacher Lin."

  Qian Wenlin also thanked Qingmo editor earnestly: "Thank you very much! Without you selecting my work, without your recommendation, I would not have such an opportunity, thank you again!"

150000!

  Adding more than 19,000 manuscript fees, the total is close to 170,000.

   This is the first time in 40 years that Qian Wenlin has made so much money all at once.

   That kind of blessing is not only about money, 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, then I can tell my son openly.

  Your progress is very fast, but I will always be your father!

   After evening self-study, Qian Wenlin came home briskly and saw his wife mopping the floor, but he didn't take the mop as usual to complete the follow-up housework.

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

  Yang Yuhua held the mop and looked at her husband like a stranger. Before she could speak, she saw her husband look up at her: "Why are you in a daze, mop the floor and make me a cup of tea."

  Yang Yuhua: "..."

   "Didn't you listen?" Qian Wenlin's tone was arrogant.

   "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, I just worked all day and I'm a little tired."

   "Who doesn't work all day?" Yang Yuhua's tone was displeased.

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

   "What film and television company?"

   "What film and television company, the company that shoots TV, where did the TV series you watch every day come from?"

   "What does Ren Film and Television Company want you for?"

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

   "You, what are you talking about?"

   "I said, the film and television company will spend 150,000 yuan to buy the film and television adaptation rights of my work, so, can you pour me a cup of tea, I am very thirsty now."

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

   "What are you coaxing you to do? Sign the contract tomorrow, and the contract will be sent to you to see."

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

  150,000 yuan certainly surprised her, but the fact that her husband's work was turned into a TV series made her even more proud.

  Just imagine, playing mahjong with your sisters while watching a TV series written by your husband, that feeling...

   I'm afraid it's not much worse than Zimoqing Yishi.

   "Hey, what are you doing, go and pour some tea." Qian Wenlin chattered heartily.

   "You wait, come right away." Yang Yuhua cooperated.

  Although Qian Wenlin was acting deliberately, he did regain some of the feeling that his wife adored him when he first got married.

  …

  Shanghai Normal University, male dormitory.

  Qian Quan went through all the opening chapters of the top ten works on the source Chinese website, and then decided to change the title of his work from "Not Envious of Immortals" to "My Senior Brother is Too Reckless".

   After determining the title of the book, the next step is to outline, set, and figure out what to start with.

  At this moment, Zhang Xianger called.

   "Hello, what's the matter?" Qian Quantong asked.

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

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

   It may be because Zhang Xianger's tone was rare and serious when he mentioned Master.

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

   "I don't know, but this is disturbing. Isao Okochi, as a master of Japanese Iaishu, is well-known in the martial arts circle and is known as Japan's "National Treasure Martial Artist".

   "And his younger brother is unexpectedly unknown, and now he suddenly wants to come to China. There must be something tricky about it."

   "Then soldiers will come to block them, and water will come to cover them." Qian Quan said, "It's nothing more than another exchange."

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

   "Didn't you say that folk martial arts exchanges have always had winners and losers?

   "It's not a big deal. In this era of hot weapons, a martial arts competition can't affect the national destiny."

   "I'm worried that they will use this as an excuse to make a big fuss and engage in public opinion wars on the Internet. Disgusting people, you should also understand our current network environment."

  Qian Quan suddenly discovered that Zhang Xianger's game life was a game life, and when he got serious, he had his own ups and downs in his chest.

   "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 Xianger said.

"good."

   On the second day after learning that Shimizu Ichiro had gone back to call his uncle, Qian Quan met him.

  To be precise, it was Ichiro Shimizu's uncle who came to see Qian Quan on his own initiative.

  In the morning, the sun has just risen.

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

   "Qian Quan-jun, hello." Shimizu Ichiro took the initiative to say hello.

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

  When he and the tall and strong young man next to Shimizu Ichiro looked at each other, his heart sank inexplicably.

   "This is my uncle." Shimizu Ichiro introduced.

   "Hello." Qian Quan saw a well-disguised but terrifying negative energy from him, like a storm vortex in the deep sea, which contained the unwillingness of history, which made Qian Quan indescribably disgusted and disgusted.

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

   After finishing speaking, he turned his right palm, and there was a red maple leaf in his palm.

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

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

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

  Qian Quan's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his palm around silently, clamping the maple leaf with his index and middle fingers.

   After a face-to-face meeting, he lost half of the move.

  The young man smiled slightly and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

  Qian Quan stared at him and stopped talking.

  (end of this chapter)