"... My point is not to talk about stallions." Ye Shuang also said: "Can you not interrupt me?"
Regardless of the themes and routines of the novel written by Sunny Moyun, the commercial aspect is really good. This guy is very accurate at picking up on trends. Basically, the plot arrangements can scratch people's skin. It's a bit vulgar, but the so-called popular actually represents the public.
He and Xiao Zhuhou are basically two completely opposite types. The Laughing Lords are high-ranking talents who are popular but not popular. They are famous but not profitable. However, Qing Tian Mo Yun was a hit but not a hit, and received a lot of royalties, but it still failed to make people willing to admire the quick-fire assembly line writer who called him a "great god".
If we describe it from the perspective of a screenwriter, the Laughing Prince is a meticulous writer who has the potential to write palace-level works, while Qingtian Moyun is a gold medal screenwriter who can mass-produce hit movies... Of course, this prerequisite must be It's because they raised the proficiency value.
Ye Shuang thought it was quite interesting. It seemed that the people from the cultural company arranged for the author to live in the same room. It was too coincidental to bring these two people together casually. She would rather believe that it was intentional. It's more likely.
"Okay, let's not talk nonsense for now. Your editor and Xiao Zhuhou have probably told you about the situation." Ye Shuang quickly thought about it and turned on the computer. While typing on the keyboard, she said to Qingtian Moyun: "Tianmo Media and There is no conflict with the cooperation on your website. Basically, as long as you consider the issue of film and television adaptation before starting a new novel. We may also ask you for a manuscript, which may be an excerpt of the plot of your novel, or it may be We think the subject matter is suitable for you. At present, I suggest that you take the TV screenwriter route, because first, your novel is good enough, and second, your novel is bloody enough... "
On a sunny day, Mo Yun listened to Ye Shuang's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and easily and logically made a transformation plan for herself. Looking at the royalties and prospects alone, it was quite promising, but... those lists she listed were really... Are you complimenting me? ! Really? !
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After quickly arranging Qingtian Moyun within the scheduled time, and after clearly introducing the conditions, benefits and obligations, Ye Shuang took Mo Xiaoxia away.
After all, she is just here to finalize the ideas with the authors first, not that she will sign a contract with them immediately. After the matter is explained in detail, people will naturally think about it in the next few days. On the last day, they will confirm the contract list, and then negotiate with the website company...
It's not bad to deal with Qingtian Moyun. After all, he has Xiaozhuhou as his roommate. Qingtian Moyun is close to the water anyway. If he has any questions, he must have consulted with Xiaozhuhou. In addition, he and Mo Xiaoxia spent a night playing wildly together, and they are close to each other. It is naturally easier to talk when your sense of touch is high.
But the other authors were a little worried. After all, these people only heard about this incident during the meeting, and knew that Ye Shuang was not a liar and were willing to cooperate.
But what kind of cooperation is cooperation? What rights and obligations? ! In these novels, there are originally people from all walks of life, and there are quite a few who stay at home and just rely on coding to support their families. In addition, there are all kinds of personalities, so there are some who are shrewd, naive, nagging, conceited, and suspicious. ...Anyway, Ye Shuang ran around and felt that there was no shortage of any type.
After Sunny Moyun settled the matter, they moved into the second guest room, where two authors who both wrote cool articles lived together. The two of them got along with each other and were very cautious, so Ye Shuang was almost not driven to death.
"There are many kinds of screenwriters. Can we sign it? Shouldn't you be a gunman for others? There are a lot of shady things in this industry now, especially those who like to steal the fruits of other people's work..." Author A is inscrutable.
"How many years does the contract last? How is the royalties calculated? What if the script is arbitrarily altered by the director or others? Can I ask to participate in the filming?" Author B was worried.
"There are unspoken rules in every industry today. If our legitimate rights and interests are infringed upon, will your company be responsible for us?! What if what we write is plagiarized? What if we..." Author A is still profound Unpredictable.
"Should the manuscript be written once or should it be revised repeatedly?! What if the changes cannot satisfy the leader? What if the leader and I have different opinions? For example, I think the death of the heroine will have more depth, but the leader must have a reunion ending. What should I do?" Author B was extremely worried.
"..." Ye Shuang, who had not had a chance to speak since entering the door, rubbed the muscles on his face, coughed and picked up the coffee pot. After a sharp and twisted sound, the stainless steel pot handle was struck by a few slender fingers while the two grown men were stunned. Twisted into a twist.
Ye Shuang smiled lightly: "Please listen to me slowly."
"You, you say!" The two authors subconsciously squeezed each other's palms tightly, trembling in an attempt to use the other's body temperature to give themselves a little courage.
The lower room is two well-known writers on historical subjects. These two people are probably as knowledgeable as Xiao Zhuhou. Most of the things they write can stand up to scrutiny, and their personalities are gentle and introverted.
Ye Shuang breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing better than dealing with such a good-tempered person. So he learned the lesson from the previous room and went straight to the topic. "Crackling" introduced the terms. During the narration, the two people opposite him were polite and did not interrupt him at all. .
Ye Shuang, who was finally relieved for a while, was satisfied. After finishing the narration, he concluded: "... So the content of the cooperation is probably as I just said. Do you two have any questions?!"
Author C looked at author D. Author D nodded and asked slowly: "Do you know the laws and regulations under Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty?"
"Then do you know the truth behind Shang Zhou's demise?"
"Do you know in which dynasty women had the highest status, and in which dynasty women were the lowest?"
Author D was very worried. He sighed and worried about Author C: "I don't know anything. What if our work is changed into a bloody movie... I watched a palace drama in front of me, in which the maids looked like college students in a female dormitory. , and we can also perform a chorus in the Forbidden City.”
Author C shook his head: "Fast food culture is like this, and the education of the next generation is worrying."
Ye Shuang was silent for a while: "I'm sorry, I just thought these questions were irrelevant before, but now that you said so..." After closing the notebook, Ye Shuang crossed her legs and changed her sitting position: "Xiao Xia, call your assistant and tell her about the next room. The appointment time has been postponed for an hour, and I will talk to these two about five thousand years."
Damn it! She didn't believe she couldn't cure these weird things!
Mo Xiaoxia happily responded: "Okay! Let me start the lecture again when I come back~" (To be continued)