Shui Mingyue and Mu Fan were thus brought by Wen Ying to meet President Zhang.
President Zhang happened to be at Tianjiao, so Wen Ying arranged the meeting there.
President Zhang respected creativity on the condition that good creativity brought him profit, so this iron rooster was particularly enthusiastic towards Mu Fan.
There was no helping it. Shui Mingyue had sold off all her adaptation rights in one go.
In President Zhang’s eyes, Mu Fan was far more valuable. Mu Fan had barely sold any of his novel adaptation rights.
Mu Fan felt flustered by President Zhang’s praise. Were his novels really that adaptable?
President Zhang had an eye for talent. Mu Fan was deeply moved and nearly agreed in a daze to sell the rights cheaply to President Zhang. At the critical moment, Wen Ying remained clear-headed.
“President Zhang, you have quite a reading volume. You have actually finished all of Mu Fan’s books?”
President Zhang’s expression did not change. “I have not read them yet, but I believe the market has already tested them for me.”
Mu Fan snapped awake at once.
So the “Bole” in his eyes had not even read his novels. Other Bole evaluated horses on the spot. Zhang Bole bet blindly on horses.
“I will definitely reserve my copyrights for President Zhang. For now, let us talk about the script for Divine Capital: Youth.”
Mu Fan pulled the conversation back on track. President Zhang smacked his lips with some regret. “Yes, yes, yes. Divine Capital: Youth first. That is the priority…”
Shui Mingyue and Mu Fan had offered to work without payment. President Zhang, the iron rooster, was overjoyed and wished he could extract every imaginative idea from their brains.
Seeing the three deep in enthusiastic discussion, Wen Ying quietly slipped out of the office.
Yuan Fenghui called her over. “Director Fan phoned me just now. He wants to buy Shui Mingyue’s drama.”
“Is Director Fan looking for the wrong person?”
Shui Mingyue’s drama had been completed in post-production by Jiaxin. If Director Fan wanted to buy it, he should approach Jiaxin.
Yuan Fenghui chuckled. “Director Fan is shrewd. He said the summer slot was originally reserved for Crown of Thorns. You sued Blue Whale, and with the copyright dispute, that drama clearly cannot air now. Xiang Province Satellite TV has an empty summer slot this year… Director Fan did you a favour. Of course he wants to earn it back. He thinks you can sort out Jiaxin.”
Wen Ying was strongly opposed. “How am I supposed to sort out Jiaxin for him? Even if Xie Qian is my boyfriend, I cannot interfere with his company’s decisions just because of Director Fan.”
As she spoke, Wen Ying eyed Yuan Fenghui suspiciously.
Wen Ying did not think her relationship with Xie Qian was public knowledge in the industry. Now even Director Fan knew. It might be this great fox Yuan who had let it slip deliberately.
“That is not the case. Director Fan just wants you to make an introduction. He will negotiate the specific terms with Jiaxin himself.”
Yuan Fenghui knew Wen Ying’s temperament. If Director Fan had asked anything excessive, Yuan Fenghui would not have mentioned it to Wen Ying.
“Just an introduction? That is fine.”
Wen Ying had just made an introduction between Mu Fan and President Zhang. Making another for Director Fan was no trouble. Whether the deal succeeded depended on Director Fan. She was merely the middleman.
Even Xiang Province Satellite TV wanted to buy Shui Mingyue’s drama. Wen Ying was genuinely happy for her.
Wen Ying had a feeling that Shui Mingyue’s first adapted drama might achieve even higher ratings in this life than in her previous one.
When she met Xie Qian, Wen Ying mentioned it. Xie Qian agreed at once. “He can contact my brother-in-law directly.”
Jiaxin’s day-to-day affairs were handled by Jiang Youjia. Xie Qian rarely interfered.
The only thing Xie Qian personally oversaw was Peng Guoqing’s shooting proposal.
Peng Guoqing’s proposal had to pass Jiang Youjia first, but it also required Xie Qian’s personal approval.
Rumour had it Peng Guoqing had already written eight versions. Wen Ying was shocked. “Green Hair is that persistent?”
Xie Qian nodded. “He is as serious about it as he was about the college entrance exam.”
Peng Guoqing’s first eight versions had failed to move Xie Qian, but they had moved his own father, President Peng.
Peng Guoqing had always tried to get more pocket money from his father. President Peng required him to write funding requests, clearly explaining the use of the money.
Most of the time, Peng Guoqing’s requests failed even Secretary Bai’s initial review, let alone President Peng’s final approval.
The boy was simply too unreliable. He did not earn the money himself and spent it without care. For instance, Peng Guoqing had once requested 20 million in pocket money to hire water armies for Alley People. Even if President Peng were blind in both eyes, he could not approve something so outrageous.
But this time was different. Peng Guoqing had written eight versions of a shooting proposal. President Peng actually took the initiative to offer pocket money.
“Uncle Peng called me personally to ask if Jiaxin needed funding lately. He wants to invest in the drama Peng Guoqing is proposing.”
President Peng complained about Peng Guoqing in words, but he loved his son. Especially now that his playboy son was gradually becoming reliable, President Peng was not stingy with support.
Of course, President Peng’s “a little” was not really a little.
The 20 million Peng Guoqing had failed to obtain with all sorts of excuses, President Peng now offered proactively.
Wen Ying’s resolve wavered slightly. “Peng Green Hair really knows how to be reborn into the right family…”
Wen Ying had been reborn for over three years. Even when she invested 20 million in one go into You Ni Group Buying, it had pained her. That 20 million had instantly drained most of her cash flow.
Peng Guoqing had merely written eight versions of a shooting proposal, and President Peng proactively handed over 20 million to support his son’s career.
People truly could not be compared. It was too easy to lose psychological balance.
Xie Qian comforted his girlfriend. “Uncle Peng looks at his own son through rose-tinted glasses. I see without filters. Writing eight versions shows effort, but effort and meeting the standard are two different things.”
Xie Qian accepted President Peng’s funding but asked him not to tell Peng Guoqing about the 20 million yet.
He took the money.
But Peng Guoqing still had to keep revising the proposal.
Wen Ying’s unbalanced heart was instantly healed. “The higher your standards, the more Green Hair will grow. You truly have his best interests at heart.”
Xie Qian felt the same.
If he did not genuinely want the best for Peng Guoqing, he would not bother playing the bad guy.
…
The young couple decided Peng Guoqing’s fate while chatting and laughing. Peng Guoqing himself remained blissfully unaware.
His eighth version had been rejected again.
Peng Guoqing was used to it now.
As Wen Ying had said, Peng Guoqing was now locked in a battle with the proposal.
If he could not even produce a decent proposal, what right did he have to say he liked Sister Tang? This work about sibling romance carried his secret crush and had become a projection of his feelings.
Peng Guoqing desperately wanted to bring this story to the screen.
Xie Qian and Wen Ying had returned to school early for Valentine’s Day and Wen Ying’s new book signing.
Poor Peng Guoqing had returned early solely to continue revising the proposal.
Peng Guoqing had his motives, and others had theirs.
That day, Peng Guoqing took his ninth version to Jiaxin and unexpectedly saw a familiar face there.
“What are you doing here?!”
