"This Lin Chaoyang is too greedy to swallow an elephant like a snake. Our factory offered him a royalties of 8,500 and he is still not satisfied. He insists on saying that "Wrangler" is a good seller.
No matter how well "Wrangler" sells, it is still a film produced by your Shanghai Film Studio. What does it have to do with our Yan Film Studio?
Lao Xie, you’re here to comment, it’s not an exaggeration to say that our factory’s price is sky-high, right?”
Jiang Huaiyan said angrily.
Xie Jin listened to his words, feeling surprised and happy. What surprised him was that Yan Film Studio actually gave Lin Chaoyang such a high royalties; what he was happy about was that Yan Film Studio paid such a high royalties, but Lin Chaoyang didn't agree.
He thought of the price he offered Lin Chaoyang yesterday, and he couldn't help but feel lucky.
It is estimated that if Yan Film Studio had not had conflicts with Chaoyang before, the adaptation rights would have been given to them long ago.
Eight thousand five hundred dollars!
While feeling secretly happy in his heart, Xie Jin felt a burst of pressure again. Your Yan Film Studio really dared to bid.
"Hey, Lao Xie, why are you going?"
"Something happened, I have to go see the actors!"
After chatting for a few words, Xie Jin couldn't control the restlessness in his heart, and left the main building of Yanying Factory with a perfunctory excuse.
Jiang Huaiyan looked at his back with complicated eyes, "Old Xie, old Xie, old buddy of decades, you are so embarrassed."
Since you are in the first grade of junior high school, don't blame me for being in the fifteenth grade.
"Nine thousand dollars!"
Xie Jin stood in front of Lin Chaoyang and said decisively.
"Lao Xie, it's okay. You haven't seen me for a day and you're thinking about it now?"
"Stop talking nonsense, nine thousand yuan, okay? Give me a nice word!"
Xie Jin endured his heartache, fearing that he would regret it.
"Okay. You old man has already opened your mouth, how can you not do it?"
After hearing Lin Chaoyang's words, Xie Jin's momentum that he had just mustered up was like a balloon with a hole in it, and it suddenly leaked out.
Nine thousand yuan! This is nine thousand yuan!
The intense heartache gave him a vicious thought: I won't let you change the script eight times!
"When will the script be finished?"
"Why are you so anxious? The adaptation rights were just decided today, and you still plan to take them away today!"
Xie Jin gritted his teeth and said, "My nine thousand yuan was not wasted!"
"Looking at your attitude, this is very problematic. Don't we screenwriters deserve nine thousand yuan?"
"Stop messing around with me. I haven't even gotten nine thousand yuan."
"That's because you didn't write a work like "High Mountain"."
For a director to talk to a writer, it's a bit of a trick. Xie Jin couldn't talk to Lin Chaoyang, so he brought the topic to the script again, "Can the script be released next month?"
"Isn't your request too high? One month?"
"Is the royalties of nine thousand yuan high?"
Lin Chaoyang thought carefully and said, "Not high."
He only earned 18,000 yuan in royalties from writing two scripts for Li Hanxiang, but Director Xie paid him 9,000 yuan for one.
This is Lin Chaoyang’s father!
Finally hearing some satisfying words from Lin Chaoyang's mouth, Xie Jin finally felt a little more comfortable and felt that the money he spent was worth it.
"I will outline the script in the past two days. I will stay in Yanjing. After we have a good chat, you can start writing. It must be completed next month. The film must be completed this year." Xie Jin continued to give orders.
"You don't have to put so much pressure on yourself, right?"
"I've spent all my money, so don't worry about me!"
Xie Jin seemed like a rebellious young man who couldn't listen to any advice.
"Okay, okay, you are the director and you have the final say."
After receiving the royalties, Lin Chaoyang's main focus is to have a good service attitude.
At that moment, Xie Jin took Lin Chaoyang to discuss some plots and characters of the novel, and put forward his own requirements for Lin Chaoyang.
The next day, Lin Chaoyang sent the outline of the script to the guest house of Yanying Factory. The efficiency was so high that Xie Jin was very satisfied, and then he packed his luggage and returned to Shanghai.
With Xie Jin's character, if he completes a job, he must have a drink to celebrate.
However, now that he has consciously snatched the rights to adapt "High Mountain", he feels guilty and should not stay here for a long time.
But the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
While he was packing his things, Jiang Huaiyan, Chen Huaikai and Cheng Yin blocked his door.
"Lao Xie, what are you doing here? Didn't you say you want to audition for actors?"
"Ah, it's all done, done." Xie Jin said perfunctorily and planned to leave the room.
"Congratulations, the work was successfully completed. What's the matter? Can you guys have some drinks with you?"
Xie Jin quickly waved his hand, "No, no, there is something else at work, I have to go back and deal with it quickly."
"It won't take long, let's go."
The three of them almost carried Xie Jin to the restaurant, ordered food and poured wine. Jiang Huaiyan muttered, "Old Xie, you are in the first year of junior high school and your brother is in the fifteenth year. Don't blame anyone. If you want to blame, blame Lin Chaoyang."
This guy is too greedy!"
Xie Jin was confused by his strange behavior, "What do you mean?"
Cheng Yin really couldn't stand it anymore, "Lao Xie, you are so smart that you are fooled by your cleverness, and you have fallen into other people's traps!"
"What's the meaning?"
"Did Lao Jiang tell you that he wanted the rights to adapt "High Mountain" for 8,500 yuan, but Chaoyang didn't give it to him?"
"yes!"
Xie Jin looked at Cheng Yin, then at Jiang Huaiyan, and then at Lin Chaoyang who was feeling guilty, and a realization came to his mind.
"Okay, you guys..."
Lin Chaoyang waved his hands quickly, "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't ask him to raise the price!"
Jiang Huaiyan said confidently: "We, Yan Ying, have impure intentions when you come back. This is called treating others in their own way."
Xie Jin pointed at Jiang Huaiyan, feeling angry, aggrieved, and a little unwilling.
"The extra money I spent is to teach you a lesson. You have broken the hearts of the old brothers this time." Jiang Huaiyan said, knocking him down.
"Bah!" Xie Jin almost jumped in anger, "How dare you feel sad? You guys tricked me, how dare you feel sad?"
"Did you play tricks on us first?"
"That's right, Lao Xie, no matter what I say, you don't care about this matter!"
…
A few old comrades who are more than 200 years old are arguing back and forth, and naturally nothing will come of it.
Lin Chaoyang on the side looked at such a scene and was very happy. The snipe and the clam were fighting. I, the fisherman, would never be in the air force.
It was a good thing that he didn't say anything, but when he spoke, several people immediately pointed their fingers at him.
The competition between the two studios is so fierce, and he is the culprit.
“I’m paying for today’s meal!”
After being scolded for a long time, Lin Chaoyang finally calmed down everyone's anger with one sentence.
After all, no matter how much you pay for the manuscript, it is still public money. Drinking wine until you drink it is really your own enjoyment.
The consciousness of these old comrades is still too low!
Inviting the four veterans of the film industry to dinner, these people have some personal grudges. They only order expensive dishes and drink only Xifeng. Especially Xie Jin, who can gnash his teeth even if he drinks a glass of wine.
"Are you planning to get all the money back with one meal?" Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but sarcastically said as he watched Xie Jin drink one cup after another. His words were undoubtedly an arrogant way to rub salt into Xie Jin's wounds.
Xie Jin raised his neck and drank a glass of wine, looking at Lin Chaoyang with a somewhat dangerous look in his eyes.
"The script is well written, but if it is not well written, it will need to be revised several times."
Listening to his naked threat, Lin Chaoyang didn't worry at all, "I've already collected the money. Isn't it right to revise the manuscript? Just don't think I am too slow to revise it."
"You kid..."
Xie Jin plans to finish filming "High Mountain" this year, and of course it is impossible to leave much time for the script, so Lin Chaoyang is confident.
Seeing Xie Jin's defeat, Jiang Huaiyan was gloating about his misfortune, so Xie Jin turned his attention to him again.
After brutally killing Lin Chaoyang, Xie Jin left Yanjing feeling a little depressed and distressed.
After Xie Jin left, Lin Chaoyang spent a day finishing the novel he was writing. He didn't care which magazine he would send the manuscript to, so he devoted himself to writing the script of "Garland Under the Mountain".
When you get money, you have to do things. He is a very principled person.
He is not in a hurry to publish novels, but some people are.
On February 3rd, Lin Chaoyang was not on duty that day and was busy writing at home. The security guard at the door called to say that someone was visiting the house. The visitors were Liu Xinwu and Wang Shimin.
"You are rare guests!"
Seeing Liu and Wang, Lin Chaoyang greeted them warmly.
The three of them chatted for a while, and then Lin Chaoyang asked them about the purpose of their visit today.
Liu Xinwu said: "I heard that your new work will be released soon?"
"Who said that?"
"Li Tuo."
"I knew it was him." Lin Chaoyang said with a nonchalant expression, "I just finished writing."
Liu Xinwu suddenly became excited, "You didn't promise it to anyone else, did you?"
"No."
"Give us "October."" Liu Xinwu looked at Lin Chaoyang with burning eyes.
"Well... "Harvest" and "Contemporary" are both interested in my novel..." Lin Chaoyang looked thoughtful.
Having known each other for several years, Liu Xinwu thought he knew Lin Chaoyang well and knew that most of the reason for his hesitation was due to the royalties.
He and Wang Shimin looked at each other, they both came well prepared today.
Seeing Wang Shimin nod, Liu Xinwu said, "The manuscript fee is easy to negotiate."
Lin Chaoyang's face lightened up, "October and I are very close. If "High Mountain" hadn't been given to "People's Literature" by the army, we would have had the opportunity to cooperate."
Liu Xinwu echoed: "Isn't that right..."
When talking about this incident, Liu Xinwu became very angry.
When he finished writing "High Mountain", he had made an agreement with Lin Chaoyang, but the army insisted on making a fuss, saying that their "October" was not influential enough and wanted to publish it in "People's Literature". Even with his good temper,
I can't stand this humiliation.
It was a pity that the small arm of "October" could not twist the thigh at that time, and I could only watch "High Mountain" slipping from my hands. After its publication, it not only caused a huge sales explosion of "People's Literature", but also contributed to the influence of their magazine.
Since then, Liu Xinwu felt that he was plagued by bad luck. Every time he came to compile a manuscript with Lin Chaoyang, he always missed Lin Chaoyang's new work.
In more than two years, Lin Chaoyang has not received any of his three novels, "October", which is really puzzling to him.
This time Liu Xinwu learned lessons from the past. When he heard that the Humanities Society had increased Lin Chaoyang's publishing fees, he immediately approached the editor-in-chief Su Yu and proposed the idea of ​​​​getting Lin Chaoyang's new novel with an increased fee standard.
Facing his request, Su Yu hesitated.
Lin Chaoyang is very popular now, and his publishing fee is already high. If he is given a higher fee, firstly, it will increase the cost of the magazine, and secondly, it will easily arouse the opinions of other magazines.
"It's not like we raised it first. When "The Death of Van Gogh" was published, the Humanities Society gave him a royalties of twelve yuan per thousand words. I heard that the royalties for the number of print runs were also increased."
Seeing that Su Yu was still hesitant, Liu Xinwu said, "How about we discuss it with Lao Wang?"
"October" is a magazine under the Yanjing Publishing House. Wang Shimin is the leader of the literary and art group of the Yanjing Publishing House and the founder of "October".
Su Yu looked puzzled when he heard this, and Liu Xinwu explained: "Didn't our publishing house publish "Desire for Life - The Biography of Van Gogh" last year? In more than four months, hundreds of thousands of copies were sold. I don't tell you.
You also know the reason behind this, right?"
Su Yuqing nodded. "Longing for Life - The Biography of Van Gogh" was one of the few books published by Yanjing Publishing House that sold more than 500,000 copies last year. The reason for this book's bestseller is naturally inseparable from the influence of "The Death of Van Gogh"
, the whole society is aware of this matter.
"Nowadays, as long as the novels are tainted with the words "Lin Chaoyang", they don't have to worry about selling them. Some time ago, Lao Wang wanted to take over the publishing rights of Lin Chaoyang's "The Master of Chess" and asked Zhang Dening to take the lead, but Lin Chaoyang did not agree.
He thought that Lin Chaoyang had an old cooperative relationship with the Humanities Society and that the publication of his works had been handed over to the Humanities Society, but in fact that was not the case at all."
"What's going on?" Su Yu asked very cooperatively.
Liu Xinwu said: "Chaoyang is a man, he is talented, has a correct attitude in writing, and has a good temper. There is only one thing that does not match his image of a young talent..."
Chapter completed!