genius editor

Ren Renmingqing didn't know why he was still talking about four-piece bed sheets in the last sentence, and then he was talking about writing in the next second.

He said with mixed feelings: "I don't know if I can write...but..." He still wanted to write something.

"Well, forget it." Zhuang Mo quickly made up his mind to stop the conversation, and distanced himself.Even if you want to repay his kindness, you don't need to come forward yourself, let Tian Tian talk about the case of "The Grand Chronicle", it's a matter of business.

Seeing the stabbed expression on Ren Mingqing's face, Zhuang Mo apologized with a pun: "That case is more difficult."

Ren Mingqing was stabbed again.If he just regretted his words just now, now he starts to feel inferior.

Seeing him listless, Zhuang Mo warned himself: It's not that he doesn't want to help him, it's that there are too many things on him.Even if he is emotionally stable and breaks up regularly, is that Jiang Yong easy to dismiss?Seeing how the two of them kept cutting and arranging things in a mess, there must be some old accounts behind them.If he brought Ren Mingqing, who would handle this kind of thing?Isn't it him?How can he handle it?Isn't it just following Ren Mingqing's wishes, offering food and drink?How is this any different from finding a rural phoenix man to marry and taking care of his big family in the countryside?He is a rational editor, not the little girl whose eyes are blinded by love, and troublesome authors can't be taken, he understands very well...

He pulled out his cell phone.

Ren Mingqing heard a sound of "clang", and more than 4 yuan was added to the Alipay account.

"Mr. Zhuang!" Ren Mingqing was bewildered and confused, "Bed sheets are not so expensive!"

"Listen to me," Zhuang Mo held down the excited Ren Mingqing, fearing that he would break up, "This is the deposit for "The New Tenant."

Ren Mingqing seemed to remember such a thing.At that time, Mr. Zhuang said casually that he would sell the copyright for him, but he didn't take it to heart.He didn't expect that, in fact, his Mr. Zhuang didn't take it to heart either.Maybe it was planned before, but he had completely forgotten about it for the past week until 1 minute ago.

Zhuang Mo picked up this plan again: "I said, it doesn't matter if this manuscript has not been drafted, I will buy it at a price of one thousand words. But it doesn't have to be a script adaptation, and I may resell it. If I If you sell it at a higher price, I will pay you the money again."

"Higher price?" Ren Mingqing found the most absurd part of this absurd thing.

"I can't guarantee it, but it will probably be more than six figures." Nonsense, if he can't sell it for 10 yuan, he has been in vain for so many years.

Ren Mingqing: "..." He has no concept of this amount, after all, he has never seen so much money in his life.

Zhuang Mo estimated that the final transaction price will be in the range of 40 to 60. After all, Ren Mingqing is a new author, and this article has not been published on any platform. There is no data to support it. It is still a short story of 4 words. Zhuang Mo can only rely on Brush your face out.Of course, if Ren Mingqing wasn’t so poor, he would definitely not be in a hurry to cash in. After all, Ren Mingqing would definitely become popular, and the value would increase if he kept it in his hands, and the novella would sell for a higher price if he expanded the short stories to a certain size...

No, no, it's none of his business whether the price goes up or not, or whether it expands or not. He helped Ren Mingqing publish the rights just to repay the silk four-piece suit, that's all, there is no future.

The two had a hasty lunch, during which Zhuang Mo kept a sullen face, and then got up to leave with a sullen face, Ren Mingqing didn't know where he offended him.

Ever since Mr. Zhuang taught him a lesson, he has been uneasy.

Indeed, he did not do it properly that night. If Jiang Yong's plan was successful, he might not be able to write for the rest of his life, and the state would deprive him of the right to write. He shuddered at the thought of this possibility afterwards.

It was also from then on that he realized how much he loved writing novels.He doesn't want to go to Africa or go to prison at all. The reason why he is adrift, doing odd jobs, not paying attention to any work, and not planning his life is precisely because he likes to write so much. Want to live another life.If there is an opportunity to do this for a living, it is undoubtedly a lucky thing.

Mr. Zhuang probably saw his aspirations, or saw a little bit of potential he gained through long-term hard work, and hoped that he could embark on the path of creation.

But what he did disappointed Mr. Zhuang, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to Mr. Zhuang.He was just silently preparing and looking forward to the next meeting to announce this hard-won decision to Mr. Zhuang.There is no one else around him to confide in, and Mr. Zhuang is the only one who will not laugh at him.And it was because of Mr. Zhuang's help that he made up his mind. He felt it was necessary to let Mr. Zhuang know.This might not be a big deal to him, but Ren Mingqing felt that he should be thanked.

This week can be said to be like a year, and he even thought that Mr. Zhuang would never come back again, but he also felt that it was impossible to leave his toothbrush behind when he was alone, let alone an electric toothbrush.He was very happy to see Mr. Zhuang today, but he was so embarrassed that he had been working on Jiang Yong's case this week. He vaguely felt that Mr. Zhuang would scold him again after he found out. In this case, he was embarrassed Said how much he liked writing novels, but he didn't write a single word.

Later, Mr. Zhuang discovered the silk four-piece suit, which made him mention writing, copyright, and new projects. Ren Mingqing was a little embarrassed, he didn’t change the bedding for him because of these, but he was free. And it just happened that the season changed again—but after that, Mr. Zhuang seemed to become more irritable, and Ren Mingqing couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Zhuang Mo almost escaped from Ren Mingqing's house.He couldn't stay any longer, Ren Mingqing seemed to have a magical power that made him think no, but his body was very honest.

"Then what should I write now?" Ren Mingqing handed him a suit and asked naturally.

Zhuang Mo cursed secretly, he seemed to regard himself as his editor?

"You can write whatever you want."

Ren Mingqing immediately became very frustrated: "...I really need to practice more, I am lacking in character creation."

Zhuang Mo ordered himself: He doesn't care about me whether he practices writing or not, after all, I'm not his editor.He's not going to die of depression, he just took 4 dollars, and he's not pitiful at all.Now turn around and go, immediately, immediately!

But the words have already been exported and become: "Baby, you don't need anything. You can write whatever you want, and I can find a suitable buyer to help you out."

Zhuang Mo and Ren Mingqing: "...?"

Zhuang Mo is not sure: Did I call him baby just now?

Ren Mingqing was not too sure: Did he call me baby just now?

The two looked at each other, and found that the other was also struggling with this problem, and his face turned green.

Zhuang Mo is now sure: I did call him baby just now.

Ren Mingqing is also sure now: he really called me baby just now.

Zhuang Mo: "...bye, bye."

Ren Mingqing noticed that Zhuang Mo was obviously regretful, and thoughtfully pretended that he hadn't heard anything: "Goodbye."

After walking a few steps, Zhuang Mo turned around and tugged at his tie: "I didn't give you the money to run for your brother." He said seriously, "You are an author, and you have been delayed for two or three years. You also quit your job, so you can write well at home. This is the most important thing for you right now, understand? I will help you find a way with your brother, and you should stop meddling in this matter. "

Ren Mingqing is weak but not confused, who treats him well and who treats him badly, he is very clear in his heart, nodded with a little shame and gratitude: "It's too much trouble for you..."

"If you don't want to cause me trouble, just don't worry about anything other than the code." Zhuang Mo gave him a deep look, and walked down the narrow stairs.With Ren Mingqing's character, he needs a strong person to make up his mind for him, otherwise he can't do anything by himself.

Zhuang Mo went outside and called Tian Tian: "Contact the ashes and ask him if he will accept the project of Four Seas Across the World."

Tian Tian disagreed: "I just contacted Multidimensional Element! How can two people write a project?" Multidimensional Element is still waiting for the 10 yuan to support his family.

Ye Shun's voice came from a distance: "I also made an appointment with Bai Shangshang."

"After a week, the three parties will compare drafts. Let them each prepare an outline and a [-]-word opening essay. Tian Tian, ​​please prepare a confidentiality agreement." Zhuang Mo knew that Xuanyuan was the most suitable, but why didn't Xuanyuan fill in his own? What about the ancient giant pit?He also wanted to see Ren Mingqing's ability to structure novels—no, no, he didn't want to at all, it was just out of feedback for the silk four-piece suit.

"Is there any taboo about the one in your family this time? How much price did you quote, 100 million or 1000 million?" Tian Tian was accustomed to Zhuang Mo's partiality, and confirmed in advance to save Zhuang Mo from teasing him later.

"It will be handed over to you after washing the ashes. From now on, he is your author. You can contact him directly without going through me. You don't need to find me for his affairs." The scorching sun made Zhuang Mo's mind clearer, It is also possible that he stepped out of Ren Mingqing's casting radius.He can no longer be led by the nose, as if he has been lowered.It didn't even occur to him then that he had come to say goodbye.

Tian Tian looked at the hung up phone and made a strange face: "I believe you are the one to blame!"