After transmigrating the book, the hero forced me to change the ending

"Miss Jiang, I don't have to worry about you being late this morning, but don't think I'm so easy-going, so you won't change after repeated admonitions."

The beautiful filter was shattered in an instant, and Jiang Zhi immediately came back to his senses.

She hastily promised, "President Mo, don't worry, I won't make an example."

Mo Chengzhou nodded, "Okay, let's talk about work!"

Jiang Zhi nodded quickly.

Although the boss was not happy, Qu Youyou shut up.

Several people sat down, and Mo Chengzhou suddenly pushed over a computer, which was the one from the previous Japanese restaurant.

Jiang Zhi already had a psychological shadow on this computer, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and take it over.

Looking at the good guy, the opened web page was clearly the novel he wrote, Jiang Zhi felt that he was about to suffocate.

Mo Chengzhou also seemed to notice that Jiang Zhi was uncomfortable, but he smiled and stared at Jiang Zhi closely.

Jiang Zhi felt even more uncomfortable being watched by him, strongly suppressed the urge to twist his body, pointed at the computer and said, "President Mo, what does this mean?"

"I want you to adapt this novel into a screenplay."

Jiang Zhi thought he heard it wrong, "This novel?"

Mo Chengzhou nodded, "That's right, it's the novel."

Jiang Zhi was a little dazed.

If it is adapted into a script, then the next step is to find actors to remake it.

In front of Mo Chengzhou, she felt like she was going to die just by looking at the novel, and the other party planned to ask her to change it into a script and make a film and television drama?
With an ugly smile on Jiang Zhi's face, he said, "President Mo, or else I'll redesign a script and forget about this novel."

Mo Chengzhou held his chin with his right hand and said, "It doesn't make any difference to you to re-conceive a new one, but it's a big problem for me."

Jiang Zhi was stunned again, "What's the problem?"

"Can you rewrite a script to ensure that the script will be popular?"

After being silent for a while, she whispered, "No."

At the very least, this book has fans of the original book as a guarantee, no matter how bleak it is, people will watch it, but the new script is different.

Mo Chengzhou smiled and said: "That's right, even you can't guarantee it, why should I go far away, isn't there a ready-made IP here, this novel already has a large fan base, just do a little The changes can be put on the screen immediately, wouldn’t it be much faster than you rewrite a new one.”

Jiang Zhi felt that what Mo Chengzhou said made sense, and she had no way to refute it.

Of course, turning this novel into a script is not a technical problem for her, but a physical one. Ever since she lost her vest, Jiang Zhi felt psychologically uncomfortable just reading this novel.

Today's Mo Chengzhou doesn't care about Jiang Zhi's psychological well-being, his eyes are filled with money.

This makes Jiang Zhi feel disappointed, returning to reality, some people are not what they used to be after all.

Qu Youyou looked at Jiang Zhi's pushy look, and was a little impatient, "You can write as soon as the president asks you to. Could it be that your first job after work is to bargain with the boss?"

Jiang Zhi had no choice but to agree.

Bite the bullet and open my novel, and began to think about how to adapt it into a script that fits the current market.

No matter how unwilling she is, she still has to bow to the capitalists, after all, she still has a son to raise.

It was only when she mentioned her son that she remembered that she had left him with the guard of the park.

Jiang Zhi was a little worried, wondering if his son was obedient.

Here, Jiang Zhi officially started working, and Mo Zijie also started to do things.

The reason why Mo Zijie insisted on going out with Jiang Zhi was not because of any fear, but because he wanted to meet his cheap father.

If it is true that he is his son as mother said, even if he has no memory, he can still use other means to prove the relationship between them.

The purpose of Mo Zijie's trip this time was to ask him to understand.

It's a pity that now... Mo Zijie glanced at the guard uncle who was paying attention to the surrounding environment in the guard's small room, feeling a little worried.

The uncle doorman used to watch the door in this place, and he felt extremely bored every day, so he occasionally fished, played cards at work and so on.

But since Jiang Zhi entrusted the child to him, he has never played with his mobile phone again.

There is no other reason. In short, you have to be responsible for your children. Besides, playing with mobile phones in front of children is not very good.

The uncle doorman found the child staring at him, so he turned his head and smiled at him.

Mo Zijie also smiled at him and asked, "Uncle, are you bored working here?"

The uncle doorman looked at him strangely and asked, "How do you know?"

"Didn't uncle just play poker?"

The uncle doorman almost fell off his chair, looked at Mo Zijie and said with a smile, "Nonsense, uncle is not playing with that kind of thing."

Mo Zijie nodded his head with his hands, and said curiously, "But when my mother led me over just now, I clearly heard uncle's cell phone saying, 'Hurry up, all the flowers I've been waiting for are gone!' Could it be that I Misheard?"

The uncle doorman thought it was embarrassing at first, but after listening to a five or six-year-old child imitate the voice on the phone with a baby voice, he just found it funny.

"You kid is really a ghost. Uncle was indeed playing a game just now, so don't tell it."

Mo Zijie smiled and said: "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely not say anything."

Only then did the doorman feel relieved.

After another ten minutes, both of them were a little restless, one was thinking about how to escape, and the other was bored and didn't know what to do.

The two people didn't know how to look left and right, and accidentally looked at each other, showing awkward but polite smiles at each other.

Suddenly Mo Zijie suggested: "Uncle, don't worry about me, you can play the game by yourself."

The uncle guard pondered for a while, "This..."

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, I will stay here and wait for my mother to pick me up."

The uncle doorman sighed in his heart: "There are such obedient children, and you don't know how their parents were born."

Because he was used to fish and fish, suddenly he was asked to work hard, and he felt as if there were needles all over his body.

Coupled with Mo Zijie's strong guidance, the doorman finally took out his mobile phone without any guilt, and started a new round of poker.

At the beginning, the uncle doorman would spare a little energy from time to time to take a look at the children next to him. Later, he found that Mo Zijie was staying aside, obedient, so he was completely relieved.

Mo Zijie finally found a chance now, and escaped from the hut while the uncle guard didn't notice him.

Shengyuan Group is extremely easy to find, it is the tallest building within sight.

He trotted towards the office building. At this time, most people were working, and there were very few people outside.

Mo Zijie pushed open the door and walked in. There was a gate at the door, and there were security personnel beside it.

He was spotted right away, and security guards in black suits stopped him immediately.