Fist of Imagination

"I can't say it." Someone answered immediately.

Ye Jia made a "tsk" sound, and looked at Liang De behind Fang Weiyu with his upper body tilted:

"You don't have to say it if you say it's not good, Liang Editor, this matter has nothing to do with you now, and you are very busy at work, so you can leave first if you have nothing to do."

After she finished speaking, she straightened her body and continued to look at Fang Weiyu affectionately:

"Teacher Weiyu, let's imagine it together, not far away..."

Liang De held the back of the chair and took Fang Weiyu to one side, and said to Ye Jia face to face:

"I say, it's not good."

"It's not your turn to say whether it's good or not. This is Teacher Fang's work. Who do you think you are if you say 'not good'?"

Ye Jia circled his index fingers:

"I'm waiting for Teacher Fang's answer. You can say anything you want to say later. Come in order, okay?"

Fuck you... I came in order first!

Liang De suppressed the loser lines that were about to burst out in his heart, lowered his head and pressed his face to make his expression look three points of heroic and seven points of lonely courage.

He raised his head, looked at Ye Jia, looked at Li Zhixian, and finally stopped his sight on Fang Weiyu's face:

"Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I was wrong.

"No one knows better than me how commercial, vulgar, and disrespectful this plan is to other people's works... But I, I didn't insist on my opposition and helped the evil here!"

Liang De turned around suddenly and shot Li Zhixian on the screen with a sharp look:

"Li Zhixian, you can do whatever you want just because you have money, when did you become such a person? From now on, I will never compromise with you again!"

Editor Li's hand holding the bottle trembled slightly.

Damn, didn't you raise all those bullshit demands!

I can bear it!

"Zhixian..."

Rebuke, silence, deep breath, Liang De's voice suddenly revealed a little nostalgia:

"Do you still remember that when we first entered Qinggengfeng Cultural and Creative, you once said that one day you would change this industry. Maybe, this day has come.

"Are you willing to start over with me, right here, starting from this gray urban ghost story."

His eyes softened, and he looked at Li Zhixian quietly, while sending her messages in his mind.

Liang De: Brother Xian, I have successfully used the dark military strategy of light-speed cutting, and added the youthful past of the two people full of dreams. Now our characters can be completely whitewashed together.

You will immediately be silent, weeping, and repenting, and we will regroup and fight again!

Li Zhixian: You are writing a junior high school composition with so many four-character phrases.

What's the use of whitewashing, Lao Liang, not only our characters are bad, but also our plans are bad. Look at others and then look at you. If it's my turn, I will also choose Compound Eyes. How can I fight?

Liang De: The plan is bad, can't I learn from it?

Li Zhixian:?

Liang De: As the strongest party A in the contemporary era, my economy is unlimited, and she has already played all the cards.

Invited Oshima Takemi? Then I will dig the entire Blood Scar team including producer IGA.

Have reached cooperation agreements with more than 30 top colleges? I am willing to pay the penalty for them and then donate ten buildings.

Eight-digit advance payment every year? I can pay eight-digit money to Teacher Fang's family.

Brother Xian, you seem to have misunderstood. Let me make it clear. Now I am the one who has the upper hand, and she is the challenger.

Li Zhixian: ... What if she also learns from you to play the second hand imitation chess super double.

Liang De: Then she will fall to the same level as us, and then I will defeat her with my rich experience.

"Bang!"

Li Zhixian crushed the bottle of wine in his hand, which had no drops left, slowly stood up, and forced out two small pearls, completing the repentance performance with a tiger's eyes full of tears.

"Teacher Fang, I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Ah? What the hell, sister, doesn't your hand hurt? !

Before Fang Weiyu had time to digest the reaction, Liang De had quickly taken out the new PPT and began to introduce it to her in front of Ye Jia.

"Teacher Fang, I've actually thought of what Editor Ye said a long time ago, and I've thought of it more comprehensively than she has. Look here..."

"Teacher Weiyu, wait a moment."

Ye Jia held the back of Fang Weiyu's chair, lifted it up and put it behind him, and walked to Liang De with a cold look:

"Copy me?"

Liang De tilted his head and spread his hands:

"Business competition is like this, just like a swimming or running competition. It's just that you do what I do. If you make a car, others can't make cars. At most, it's like heroes think alike.

"Why, can't you afford to play?"

Ye Jia's eyes suddenly froze: "You're good. "

Apart from their identities as "editor", both Ye and Liang come from very dynamic social organizations and are engaged in practical work that emphasizes hands-on skills.

Even though the two have not yet mobilized any extraordinary power, as soon as the voice changes, two invisible murderous auras linger in the bar, as if two more single-cold air conditioners have been turned on.

Fang Weiyu, who was being served, saw that the atmosphere between Liang and Ye took a sharp turn for the worse, and hurriedly stepped out to smooth things over:

"Ye editor, Liang editor, don't do that for me... I..."

Why did this line appear in my life and I said it myself, I want to kill someone!

Ye Jia stared at Liang De, word by word:

"Teacher Weiyu, you have also seen that Qinggeng Peak has such a face.

"Now they are talking nonsense, and I don't know what will happen in the future.

"Who dares to cooperate with a company like this that has no moral bottom line?"

Liang De smiled and said:

"Ye Editor, you are a little jealous because my plan is better than yours. Haha, it's human nature, I can understand.

"But you don't need to raise the moral level. I am a very broad-minded person. You dare not cooperate with us, but I am willing to put aside the dispute with you and develop together."

He turned to face Fang Weiyu and said:

"Teacher Fang, Ye Editor has been talking about it, and he is exaggerating and dragging down friendly companies. It's nothing more than Compound Eyes wanting to eat alone and afraid that I will get the exclusive authorization of Gray Urban Strange Tales."

Speaking of this, Mr. Liang stopped and shook his head:

"The pattern is small."

"In fact, the world is so big, there are more than Qinggeng Peak and Compound Eyes. Forcing exclusivity is equivalent to being self-contained.

"Who stipulates that there can only be one or two versions of Gray Urban Strange Tales?

"After getting Teacher Fang's approval, we will share the authorization with the entire industry and provide free financial support to other peers, including Compound Eyes.

"Physical publishing, Qinggengfeng can do it, Fuyan can do it, Xuanwu Bookstore, Penguin Random House, Tieqin Tongjianzhai, Qimin Press can do it.

"There are more choices for film and television animation adaptation.

"Walter, Bis, Kyoto, Toei, Bones, Crazy House, SKG, Zhiburi Studio... The world's top companies and first-class creators can use their own style to make one or several versions of Gray Urban Tales.

"We can make hundreds or thousands of attempts, and then choose the version you approve of and launch it to the market.

"Teacher Fang, what do you think?"