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Chapter 114
in the living room.

With the reputation of acting in movies in the future, Wang Xiaobao has already given the elixir to Bruce Lee.

In order to save this future internationally renowned superstar and his idol in his previous life, Wang Xiaobao took great pains.

He not only prepared a disease-removing elixir to treat all diseases, but also prepared a marrow-cleansing elixir to cleanse the tendons, cut the marrow, and strengthen the bones in the I Ching.

It can be said that he tried his best.

Under such circumstances, if something unexpected happens to the idol, there is nothing he can do.

This is fate. How can Wang Xiaobao resist fate?
"Okay, okay, that's great!"

"It's a completely different style from the previous one, Zhu Xian, but it's not as exciting as Zhu Xian."

At this time, Editor-in-Chief Zhou slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

"Purple River" uses humorous language and delicate and moving brushwork to depict a unique and wonderful world to the world.

A group of characters with different personalities are presented to the world one by one.

Composed a tragic song that is both heroic and sad.

If we say that Wang Xiaobao's previous "Zhu Xian" was about the love between men and women, it was a romantic drama disguised as a fairy tale.

So, this "Purple River" is about the joint struggle of multiple forces, which is a mixture of family power and racial struggle.

The styles of the two works are completely different, but Wang Xiaobao can control them easily, and Editor-in-Chief Zhou admires them greatly.

"Oh, to have such a high reputation from Editor-in-Chief Zhou, it seems that Brother Xiaobao has written another classic masterpiece!"

"let me see."

Bruce Lee took the manuscript and read it intently.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou has over-rated it. This is just my attempt to try multiple styles."

Wang Xiaobao thought to himself, when I copy other works in the future, you will be able to see other styles.

"It's good to try more. This is a good thing."

Editor-in-chief Zhou agrees very much. Young people should try more.

"Well, since Editor-in-Chief Zhou is here today, let's discuss the price."

"If the price satisfies me and I am too lazy to find anyone else, I will serialize "Purple River" with an estimated 200 million words in our Oriental Daily."

Wang Xiaobao chuckled. He couldn't digest the cake the other party painted. He should be a little more tacky and let's talk about the price.

"Wang Sheng thinks, how much is appropriate?"

When talking about business, the smile on Editor Zhou's face disappeared and he asked seriously.

"Five hundred words for a thousand words!"

Wang Xiaobao quoted a price.

"What? Five hundred? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Editor-in-chief Zhou jumped three feet high on the spot. He felt that Wang Xiaobao was floating.

The previous film Zhu Xian, which caused a sensation in Hong Kong, only cost [-] words per thousand words.

Unexpectedly, he asked for five hundred words per thousand words for his second work!
It's just talking nonsense, it's better to go and rob a gold store.

"Editor-in-chief Zhou, tell yourself, is Zichuan worth the price?"

Wang Xiaobao asked calmly, confident.

"This"

Editor-in-Chief Zhou choked for a moment and immediately regretted it. He shouldn't have shown it so obviously just now.

This time it's good, he has taken care of it.

"A thousand words and five hundred is fine, but we need the full copyright of "Purple River"."

After pondering for a moment, Editor-in-Chief Zhou gritted his teeth and accepted the price, and put forward another condition.

"No, this is absolutely not possible. There is absolutely no need to talk about this."

When Wang Xiaobao heard this, his expression changed and he refused on the spot.

He heard a special explanation from Brother Su Qing in the group and knew something about copyright.

In the new century of the previous life, when online novels first appeared, many authors were cheated because they did not understand the importance of copyright.

Generally speaking, when a work is serialized in a newspaper, the newspaper only has the right to serialize the work.

Other copyrights, such as physical publishing, film and television adaptation, game adaptation, animation adaptation, etc., are still owned by the author.

Although these copyrights cannot be quickly monetized under today's conditions, their value is hundreds or thousands of times that of serialization rights.

As long as he holds the copyright in his hands, he can cash it in at any time when the time comes. It is a complete money printing machine!
Editor-in-chief Zhou wants the full copyright of "Zichuan", which is bullying Wang Xiaobao because he doesn't know how to do it.

"Then the price you offered is too high, Mr. Wang, and we can't accept it."

Editor-in-Chief Zhou sighed inwardly, it seemed that the other party was not a novice, so there was no way he could fool him.

"It's okay. I believe Mr. Jin Yong's Ming Pao, Tian Tian Daily, Xin Pao, Express and other newspapers will be interested in Zichuan."

"Our business cannot be done without justice. We welcome Editor-in-Chief Zhou to visit us next time."

Wang Xiaobao didn't agree with him at all. If you couldn't afford a high price, naturally someone else could.

In this day and age, the aroma of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley.

"That's all, five hundred is five hundred."

"However, Mr. Wang, you have to promise that the subsequent plot will not be less exciting than the previous one hundred thousand words."

Seeing Wang Xiaobao's attitude that he didn't want to talk anymore, Editor-in-Chief Zhou was really reluctant and gritted his teeth and accepted the sky-high price.

As long as the sales of newspapers and magazines are good, the price will be higher, and the wool will come from the sheep.

"Of course, if the sales of Oriental Daily decline due to the plot, how about we renegotiate the price?"

Wang Xiaobao had great confidence in Zichuan and assured him categorically.

"That's what you said. We can cooperate happily."

"Pleasant to work with."

The two shook hands and reached cooperation.

"It's really exciting. I'm already eager to see the rest of the story."

At this time, Bruce Lee said with excitement after reading the first [-] words.

"Haha, when Brother Xiaolong comes back from the United States, I should almost finish writing this book."

"When the time comes, let's watch it all at once."

Wang Xiaobao, who had negotiated the price, was very happy and said with a hearty smile.

"Hey, this is the only way. My mind is full of Zi Chuan Xiu and I can't stop."

You can't watch it all at once, Bruce Lee said with some annoyance.

"Haha."

Seeing that big stars like Bruce Lee were also attracted by the plot of the novel, Editor-in-Chief Zhou's confidence in Zichuan greatly increased.

"It's getting late. Let's go have dinner first. I asked Hongmei to book a hotel."

After chatting for a while, Wang Xiaobao saw that it was almost noon and invited the two of them to have dinner together.

"Come on, come on, you made a lot of money today, I have to kill you."

"Haha, I want to eat abalone and lobster!"

Editor-in-chief Zhou and Bruce Lee did not refuse and readily agreed.

After lunch, the two said goodbye and left. Wang Xiaobao and Zhong Chuhong returned home.

"Brother Xiaobao, is it really 500 yuan for a thousand words? It feels like a dream."

Zhong Chuhong's face was filled with excitement when she returned home. She had just watched the whole bargaining process between Wang Xiaobao and Chief Editor Zhou.

One thousand words is five hundred. If you write ten thousand words, it will be five thousand. If you write one million words, it will be five hundred thousand. If you write two million words, it will be one million.

Based on today's average salary of three to four hundred per month in Xiangjiang, writing a book of 200 million words is worth the income of a migrant worker working non-stop for 200 years.

The speed of making money is simply faster than robbing a gold store!

"Of course. Didn't you see it just now? Chief Editor Zhou and I have already reached an agreement."

"Tomorrow I will go to Oriental Daily, hand over the first 20 words of the manuscript to him, and then sign the contract."

Holding the girl's slender waist, Wang Xiaobao smiled and said: "As the mistress of the house, I have a gift for you."

With that said, he took out a Dingyan Pill and fed it to Zhong Chuhong.

"Well what is this? Why is it so sweet?"

The elixir melted in the mouth. Zhong Chuhong only felt a sweet taste and asked with some confusion.

"Don't care what it is, just think of it as a piece of candy."

"By the way, now that we've had enough wine and food, shouldn't it be time to get down to business?"

Wang Xiaobao looked at the radiant girl.

"Bah"

The girl gave a shy cry, and Wang Xiaobao picked her up and carried her into the bedroom.

Paranormal parallel world of the Republic of China.In the early morning of July, the sun was slightly hot on the human body.

Xiao Yichen punched and punched in the yard for more than an hour, sweating all over his body.

After taking a bath, Wen Cai just made breakfast.

"Master, uncle, good morning."

"Senior Brother Wencai, morning."

Entering the dining hall, Xiao Yichen greeted everyone one by one.

"Sit down and eat quickly. After dinner, I will accompany your uncle to the town to buy some materials."

Looking at Xiao Yichen walking in, Master Ba nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, I just want to go find Tingting and say goodbye to her."

Xiao Yichen nodded and sat down to eat.

After breakfast, Xiao Yichen took Taoist Priest Siyan to the town on a motorcycle.

He put Uncle Four Eyes on the West Street where all kinds of Yin Talisman materials were sold, and rode his motorcycle straight to Ren's Mansion.

"Master Xiao, you are here."

When the servants of Ren Mansion saw Xiao Yichen arriving, they hurried up to greet him.

"Well, is Tingting at home?"

Parking the motorcycle in front of Ren's mansion, Xiao Yichen stepped into the mansion.

"The eldest lady is reading upstairs."

"Where's Ren Shibo?"

"The master is also at home, drinking tea in the living room."

"Okay, it's work."

After asking, Xiao Yichen walked straight to the living room.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Renfa sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading an account book in his hand.

There is also a pair of abacus and pen and ink on the coffee table next to it, which seems to be calculating accounts.

"Ah Chen is here, come in quickly."

Hearing the footsteps, Renfa saw that Xiao Yichen was coming, and stood up with a smile to say hello.

"Shibo, I'm looking for Tingting."

Xiao Yichen explained with a smile.

"Haha, Tingting is upstairs. I'll call him down."

Renfa smiled when he heard this and enthusiastically pulled Xiao Yichen to sit on the sofa.

"No, no, I'll go find her upstairs."

Xiao Yichen said quickly.

"Okay, you go ahead and have lunch at home."

"I'm afraid it won't work today. I am accompanying my uncle to buy materials. I will go out with my uncle for training in two days. I came here specifically to say goodbye to Tingting."

"Oh? That's it, that's fine. Young people really should go out and experience things."

Only then did Renfa understand Xiao Yichen's purpose, so he stopped worrying and let Xiao Yichen go upstairs.

Xiao Yichen went up to the second floor and knocked on the door of Ren Tingting's boudoir.

"Who is it? The door is unlocked, come in."

"it's me."

"Ah, Brother Chen, you are here."

Seeing that the person coming was Xiao Yichen, Ren Tingting happily greeted him.

Arriving at the desk, Xiao Yichen flipped through her book and said, "Tingting, I came here to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye, what are you saying goodbye to? Where are you going?"

Ren Tingting was stunned for a moment, grabbed his hand, and asked eagerly.

"I want to go out with my uncle to practice and gain more knowledge. It may take two or three months before I can come back."

Xiao Yichen held her hand with his backhand and said with a smile: "What can I do if I stay in Renjiazhuang all day long?"

"Oh, I see."

"Whether you have any potential or not, I don't care."

Ren Tingting flattened her mouth and hugged his arm, feeling a little unhappy.

"When I come back, I will propose marriage to Ren Shibo and marry you. How about that?"

After touching her little head, Xiao Yichen said seriously.

"Ah, this is so embarrassing."

When Ren Tingting heard this, her pretty face turned red instantly, and she buried her head in his arm, afraid to see anyone.

"That's it, okay?"

Pulling her little head over, Xiao Yichen stared into her eyes and asked softly.

"it is good."

Ren Tingting's eyes flickered and she agreed softly.

The voice was so small that if Xiao Yichen's five senses had not been strengthened, he might not have been able to hear it.

"Haha, come on, give me a kiss."

Xiao Yichen laughed and kissed her excitedly.

After saying goodbye to Ren Tingting, Xiao Yichen and Taoist Siyan returned to Yizhuang.

Two days later in the evening, Xiao Yichen and Uncle Siyan said goodbye to Master Ba and Wen Cai again and embarked on the road to experience.

"Junior brother, please be safe on the road and remember to bring Ah Chen back early."

Master Ba was a little reluctant and warned again.

"Junior brother, come back soon."

Wen Cai stood behind Master Ba, silently reluctant to leave.

"Senior brother, don't worry, I will take Ah Chen out and I will definitely bring him back intact."

Taoist Priest Four Eyes drove the customers out of the gate of Yizhuang and waved to Master Ba.

"Master, take care of yourself. I will be back in a while."

"Senior Brother Wencai, take good care of Master."

Xiao Yichen also waved. He did not ride a motorcycle and stayed in Yizhuang for Ba Ye to ride.

"Achen, let's go."

"I'm coming."

After watching Si Yan and Xiao Yichen leave, Ba Ye and Wen Cai turned around and returned to Yizhuang.

"Yin people go on the road, Yang people avoid!"

Taking advantage of the darkness, Taoist priest Siyan rang the Sanqing bell, scattered a handful of paper money, and shouted slogans.

He stood in front and rang the bell, while the customers behind him put their hands on his shoulders, one by one.

He jumped, and the customers behind him also jumped.

"Uncle Master, aren't you tired from dancing like this?"

Xiao Yichen looked at his movements and asked curiously.

"I'm tired. Why aren't I tired? But if I don't dance, they won't dance either. What can I do?"

The Taoist priest with four eyes rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "You can't let me carry them on my back, right?"

"Uncle Master, have you ever thought about sitting on the shoulders of the customer at the front and letting him take the lead in dancing?"

Xiao Yichen thought of the fragments in the movie plot, organized the language, and tried.

"Ok?"

When Taoist Priest Four Eyes heard this, his eyes widened and he stopped.

"Good boy, why didn't I think of that?"

"It has to be you. People who have studied abroad are smart."

He immediately jumped up, sat on the first customer's shoulder, rang the bell and commanded it to dance, and the customers behind him followed suit.

This trial worked, and Taoist Master Four Eyes was extremely happy.

"Uncle Master, times have changed, and we Maoshan Taoist priests must also keep pace with the times."

Seeing Si Yan and the customers jumping away, Xiao Yichen shouted and followed.

(End of this chapter)