In a few days, Su Hong and Su Zhengqing, a couple, planned to leave their two youngest children behind and return to their hometown with their two eldest children:

"The day before your wedding, we came over with your uncle and his family."

Before leaving, Su Hong gave Wen Minghua a card:

"Minghua, good girl, don't refuse."

She grabbed Wen Minghua's hand that wanted to reject it:
"Your uncle and I know that you are not short of money, but this is a meeting gift from our two families. It's not much, it's just a token of appreciation."

Seeing that Wen Minghua didn't refuse, she smiled with joy from the bottom of her heart:
"Our family Zhang Jin has a bad temper. If he makes you angry, tell your parents or call us and we will teach him a lesson. Don't be angry yourself."

She told Wen Minghua that women should try not to be angry. If they are really angry, scold Zhang Jin as much as they should, and never wrong themselves.

"Don't even think about enduring it and getting over it, huh,"

She sneered at Zhang Jin:
"They all push their limits. If you give in once, there will be a second time. Why should we give in to him and not him to us?"

"Auntie, please leave quickly."

If she continues talking, what little family status he has will be gone.

Wen Minghua kicked him with a smile and raised her head arrogantly:

"Humph, look, I will also have someone to support me from now on!"

Look at how dare he act like a monster in front of her parents in the future!

Su Hong felt more and more relieved as she watched the interaction between the two young people, and then reluctantly let Zhang Jin send them to take the high-speed train back to her hometown.

In the days that followed, Zhang Jin took several children to eat and have fun for several days, until they received news that there was another competition.

Don't worry about the two boys from the Wen family. They will take the subway to watch Zhang Jin's games and training.

On the other hand, the two and a half-year-old girls, after staying with Cheng Lingrong for two days, were unwilling to stay at home anymore and wanted to go watch her film a short play with Cheng Xiyou.

But it was not a good idea for them to go to the set. Wen Minghua had to take them to and from get off work. For a while, she had no freedom.

"This is not easy, sign them up for a class!"

After getting married, Lin Bo seemed to have less scruples in front of Wen Minghua and spoke more casually.

No, whenever he had free time, he would come to Wen Minghua for investment with his notebook in hand.

Seeing Wen Minghua being entangled by her two cousins, he gave her an idea.

The two little girls, one sixteen and one eleven, were having fun. When Lin Bo mentioned registering for classes, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Sister-in-law, my sister and I have a lot of summer homework."

Is this Vice President Lin a devil?
Wen Minghua smiled and waved to the two of them, indicating that they should go aside to do their homework. Then she took the pile of scripts brought by Lin Bo:

"Are you sure you can handle it over there?"

Currently, their department is filming three short plays, and there are two more that have been filmed and are waiting to be edited. The rest have already applied and are in preparation.

Not counting this, there were also some that were already promoting or releasing. Taking this into account, she couldn't believe that Lin Bo could be so busy.

"Mr. Wen, these are all good books that we found recently. We have to sign them in advance."

I really have to wait until I have nothing to photograph before looking for a book, because the day lilies are already cold.

"..."

If I remember correctly, their company has acquired at least a hundred scripts, right?

"Should you consider whether I still have money?"

Lin Bo had a "You're kidding me" expression on his face:

"If I remember correctly, not counting the one that exploded a year ago, from now on, we will have earned more than 100 million, right?"

The boss is kind-hearted, but he has no money?
Even if she raises ten more pretty girls, she still has too much money to spend, right?

"..."

Wen Minghua threw the pen in her hand:
"Go back to your office!"

Since that time, Lin Bo has become more and more confident in front of her. Look at his expression now. She hasn't done anything shameful recently, right? However, I quite agree with what he said about having a good book and confirming it first.

She flipped through the books that had gone through two rounds of screening and were finally in her hand. An hour passed quickly.

Suddenly, her hand stopped and her eyes felt a little hot.

Isn't this book, this book, the chronicle she read back then?
So this novel has been adapted into a screenplay?

However, looking at the Yang family who were still suffering a miserable fate inside, she suddenly felt an unknown fire.

Why?
Why should the author write their fate in such a miserable way?

This book must be changed!
He picked up the phone and hung up with Lin Bo:

"Come to my office."

But my eyes never left this script adapted from the novel.

Compared with the previous novel in which the Yang family only appeared in a few sentences, in the script, in order to reflect a more bloody plot, the fate of the male supporting actor's family is described more vividly.

However, Yang Jianmin was still the only member of the Yang family who showed up, although more often.

The fire in her heart couldn't be suppressed anymore, so she put down the script with her remaining sense and rubbed her painful eyebrows.

"Mr. Wen?"

Lin Bo had been here for several minutes, but seeing that Wen Minghua's face was really ugly and angry, he didn't dare to disturb her for a moment.

"Otherwise, we can take it slow."

Isn't it true that you have no money?

He touched his nose guiltily. Recently, the scripts he had selected with the team seemed to be a bit too much?
Wen Minghua exhaled slowly and pointed to the script she put aside:

"Did the author of the novel adapt this script himself, or was it adapted by a screenwriter from our team?"

In the end, reason prevailed, and she knew that this script was actually a good one, one that would explode.

So she changed her mind, but she still wanted to know who adapted the script.

"How do you know this script is adapted from a novel?"

Lin Bo looked through the script and asked in surprise.

He remembered that he had not had time to tell Wen Minghua just now that the scripts screened this time were all adaptations of novels, unlike those sent a few days ago, which were original.

Suddenly, he remembered:
"Mr. Wen, have you also read this novel?"

It's not surprising when you think about it. After all, this novel is ranked at the top of both the paid and free lists.

Wen Minghua nodded:
"you have not answer my question yet."

Lin Bo suddenly realized:

"A script adapted by the author himself."

As he spoke, he laughed out loud:

"This is the first script adapted by the author. I heard from her that she even went to study it."

Obviously, Lin Bo is also very satisfied with this script.

Wen Minghua didn't care about anything else. She just proposed to him that she go to the author to buy out the copyright of a derivative plot:

"In addition, I will be assigned a screenwriter and I will provide an outline."

"..."

Lin Bo paused, looked down at the script in his hand, and then nodded in agreement.

Wen Minghua couldn't wait to see Zhang Jin. She hung up the phone for the first time when she knew Zhang Jin was competing.

(End of this chapter)

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