Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 99 Done!

Zhang Zhong was going to make a phone call to Wen Jinjiang's friend at first, but what he didn't expect was that the other party called Wen Jinjiang first in the afternoon.

"Hi, hello, is this Zhang Zhong?"

The voice of the other party was very old, but full of energy. Although he had not met him yet, the image of a hale and hearty old man had already appeared in Zhang Zhong's mind.

"Hello, I am." Zhang Zhong replied dryly. Wen Jinjiang had only given him a number before, and he didn't even tell anyone his name.

"Well, I'm Shi Tao. Wen Jinjiang gave me your number. I think you should know why I'm looking for you, right?" the other party said.

Shi Tao?
Zhang Zhong felt that this name was familiar, not because there was Shi Tao, the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, but because he felt that he had seen this name somewhere in this world.

However, this name is relatively common, and the possibility of seeing it somewhere is relatively high.

"Well, hello Mr. Shi, I don't know what Wen Dao told you?"

"Wen Jinjiang said you want to learn screenwriting, let me open a back door for you." Shi Tao said.

Zhang Zhong was taken aback, did Wen Jinjiang really say that?

It is possible, if Wen Jinjiang and Shi Tao are familiar enough.But Zhang Chong was really surprised when Shi Tao told him this directly.And from Shi Tao's tone, Wen Jinjiang didn't tell him his true identity.

"Mr. Shi, I think Director Wen may not have made it clear, I..."

"No need to explain, I know Wen Jinjiang well, and I believe in his vision. I have opened the back door for you. If you want to learn scripts, the drama, film and television literature major in the Department of Literature is more suitable for you. There is only one class. I will take their courses later. The form will be sent to you, if you want to attend the class, you can come anytime.”

Shi Tao's speech was in a hurry, and Zhang Zhong had no chance to see the needle. He hadn't decided whether to learn screenwriting yet, but Shi Tao seemed to have made up his mind.

But after hearing what Shi Tao said, Zhang Zhong felt that he could go and listen, anyway, he was free, he could go if he wanted to, and he didn't if he didn't want to.

Before Zhang Zhong replied, Shi Tao said again, "The next time you come to school, give me a call and I'll give you a class certificate. Okay, that's it for now. I'll send you a MMS later. Pay attention and check it."

Send an MMS...

Zhang Zhong didn't finish his sentence until the phone hung up. The old man was more impatient than the "young man" himself.

After a while, a multimedia message really came.

Zhang Zhong hadn't received MMS for many years, and he really wanted to tell Shi Tao that there is still something called WeChat in this world.

The content of the multimedia message is a picture, which is the curriculum schedule for the Department of Literature, Drama, Film and Television of Nanhuai Film Academy.

Film and television drama writing theory, film and television script writing, film and television script... There are nine courses in total, Zhang Chong is only interested in drama theory and film and television script writing.

He found these two courses on the schedule. There was only one class a week, and the timing was pretty good. The theory of film and television drama writing was in the first session on Tuesday afternoon, and the writing of film and television scripts was in the first session on Thursday afternoon.

The first class in their school in the afternoon runs from two o'clock to four o'clock, perfectly missing Pengpeng's school time.

Nanhuai Film Academy is not far away, and there is only a Yuanwei mountain away from their current residence. If they take a bus... Zhang Zhong doesn't know how to take a bus. He has never taken a bus since he woke up.

Before I fell into a coma, although it was very close to Nanhuai Film Academy, there was no direct bus, and I needed to take another bus. The time spent on the road was not short.

Zhang Zhong thought about it and decided to put the matter of buying a car on the agenda.

As for tomorrow's film and television drama writing theory class, you can go and see it first.

He first called to inquire about the driver's license, and made sure that he could get a new driver's license as soon as he took the subject one test. Now the test is more convenient, as long as he registers online, he will receive a message after he succeeds, confirming the test time and she can go Exam.

Just after applying for the exam online, the phone prompts a new email.

Zhang Zhong opened it and saw that Surging Literature saw that he hadn't replied for a long time, and even drafted a new contract.

Compared with the previous contract, the royalties and other conditions have not changed at all, only the priority of film and television adaptation has been changed.

And at the beginning of the email, it was pointed out.

Zhang Zhong smiled, it seems that Surging Literature also knows what he wants, since that is the case, it is easy to talk.

He scrolled down the contract and found the priority of film and television adaptation. After reading it, he nodded. He was quite satisfied with the contract.

The priority of film and television adaptation is still given to Surging Literature, but the division has been changed, from the original June [-]th to August [-]nd, of course Zhang Chongba, Surging Literature [-].

In addition, there was a clause added to the contract that if the film and television adaptation rights could not be sold within five years, Jidang Literature would buy out the film and television adaptation rights at a guaranteed price of 500 million yuan.

500 million isn't too much, but it's not too little either. After adding this, Zhang Zhong basically won't lose money.

From the two emails, you can see the sincerity of Stirring Literature, and you can also see the anxiety of Stirring Literature.

Now that the contract has satisfied him, Zhang Zhong didn't procrastinate any longer, and directly replied with two words: signable.

……

Fang Xingkai was sitting in the office, pacing back and forth. The colleague next to him looked at him and said with a smile, "What should come will always come. Our sincerity has been shown here. If you can't sign this, There is no other way. In fact, I think the boss’s actions are too impulsive. I watched Murder on the Orient Express. At least until now, the level cannot be compared with “Ten Little Indian Boys”. I know, Yesterday, Huayi Company dumped 800 million to win "Ten Little Indian Boys", everyone was very excited, but it does not mean that this book will also be successful..."

Ding Dong!

I was a little irritable at first, and couldn't listen to my colleagues at all. At this time, when I heard the prompt tone, I quickly sat back in my seat and opened the mailbox.

"Can be signed."

Zhang Chong's reply was only two words, but Fang Xingkai's mood suddenly blossomed because of these two words.

Seeing Fang Xingkai's expression, colleagues naturally knew what the email was about.

"agreed?"

Fang Xingkai nodded emphatically, "Yes, I agree, I'll go find the boss."

After finishing speaking, Fang Xingkai got up and walked to the editor's room.

When Fang Xingkai arrived at the editor-in-chief's office, Li Nan was looking at the computer screen with his chin resting on his chin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Because he was too focused, he didn't even notice Fang Xingkai knocked on the door and came in.

Fang Xingkai, who was in a hurry, was not in a hurry at this time, and slowed down, for fear of disturbing Li Nan.

About half a minute later, when Fang Xingkai was about to call Li Nan, Li Nan suddenly slapped the table and shouted, "It's done!"

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