Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 262 There is a certain difference in our ideas
On the third day of the Lunar New Year this year, the Tao family still followed their old custom and came to the military compound at the foot of Shijingshan Mountain.

After entering the two-story building of Du Ruolin's house, everyone immediately noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Upon asking, he found out that before the Chinese New Year, Du Feng spent too much money on buying New Year's goods for the family. Du Ruolin noticed something was wrong and thought he had done something illegal. After some torture, he learned that his son had actually retired from the army a long time ago and had been doing business all this time.

This made Du Ruolin very angry, and he roared that he would break Du Feng's legs.

It's a pity that a daughter is no longer under the control of her mother, and a son is no longer under the control of his father. What's more, Du Feng has made money and has become more powerful now, so he is not afraid of his father's threats at all.

In short, during the New Year holidays, the Du family was in chaos because of this incident.

Even though Du Ruolin shouted loudly, the matter was done and there was nothing he could do to Du Feng.

So when the Tao family arrived, they saw Du Ruolin with a sullen face, as if he had been fired all day, while Du Feng was leisurely and contented.

Since he was a child, his father has never been satisfied with anything he does. Now he has finally succeeded in his rebellion. The most important thing is that the old man can't do anything to him.

"You'd better restrain yourself, or your uncle might beat you with a belt!" Tao Yumo warned.

Du Feng didn't care, "Am I afraid of him?"

Du Feng was just showing off when he heard a familiar voice behind him, "Du Feng!"

The muscle memory engraved in his bones made him shiver all over, and he turned around to see his father looking at him with a gloomy face.

"Dad, is there something wrong?" He opened his mouth with a flattering look on his face.

"Come and pour the wine."

"Eh!"

He showed his true colors just after he boasted a few words. Tao Yumo laughed at his back.

Du Feng poured wine for his father and the elders, and heard Lin Chaoyang comforting his father: "Now that the national policies are open, doing business is also a legitimate way to make a living. Du Feng is ambitious, you should be happy."

Du Feng secretly gave Lin Chaoyang a thumbs up, thanking his brother-in-law for his righteous words.

Things are different now. Lin Chaoyang has become a well-known writer in the domestic literary world. The movie adapted from his novel is being released this Spring Festival. His words carry more and more weight in the Tao and Du families, and no one can underestimate him.

"Humph! When he was in the army, I was watching over him, so he couldn't do anything. Who knows what kind of trouble he might get into when he's out in society."

Du Feng is the youngest among Du Ruolin's children. Although she always looks down on Du Feng, she actually cares about him the most.

"When you were in your twenties, you were already a battalion commander who had fought on the battlefield. As the saying goes, like father, like son. Du Feng is your son, so he must be good.

Besides, you can't protect him forever. In the past, people introduced him as Du Ruolin's son. In a few years, people will introduce you as Du Feng's father."

As for people, sometimes the closer they are to you, the harder it is to persuade them. On the contrary, it is easier to persuade outsiders.

For Du Feng and his son, Lin Chaoyang was just that outsider. His compliments to Du Ruolin were not some earth-shaking speeches, but they captured a father's deepest expectations.

There is no father who doesn't want his child to be successful. Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, the coldness in Du Ruolin's expression gradually melted.

"I don't need anyone to introduce me as his father. As long as he doesn't cause any trouble for me, I'll be very grateful."

Noticing that his father's tone had softened, Du Feng immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Dad, don't worry, I'm doing business honestly and I won't do anything illegal or disorderly."

Du Ruolin glanced at his son and ignored him. Instead, he drank a glass of wine with Lin Chaoyang.

The Spring Festival holiday is only a few days and it’s over in a flash.

Taking advantage of this holiday, Lin Chaoyang finally finished writing his new novel, with only two or three thousand words left to complete.

It was his turn to be on duty on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. He had planned to slack off and finish writing the last few thousand words, but Jiang Huaiyan came over again in the morning and said that the factory director wanted to talk to him.

When Lin Chaoyang saw that this was someone trying to talk to him, he refused without even thinking.

Jiang Huaiyan thought he was still upset about what happened last year, so he said, "Old Wang was also forced to do so. He had no choice but to shoot the arrow that was on the string."

Lin Chaoyang shook his head and said, "I've already told you, what happened between us is nothing to quarrel with. If you want the rights to adapt the film, just pay the money."

"Let's meet and talk. If there's anything, let's talk in person." Jiang Huaiyan begged.

As the two were pulling each other, someone else came to find Lin Chaoyang.

"You are Comrade Lin Chaoyang, right?"

The man was dressed in military uniform. When he saw Lin Chaoyang, he was very polite and showed his work ID and letter of introduction. He turned out to be Zheng Ruisheng, a literary editor of the August 1st Film Studio.

"Comrade Junshu and I have both worked in the Military Region's Cultural Department before. Before coming here, I specifically asked him about your situation."

The "Comrade Junshu" mentioned by Zheng Ruisheng is Liang Junshu, the literary editor of the Warrior Publishing House. He is the editor-in-charge of the single volume of "The Wreath under the Mountain".

With a mutual acquaintance, Lin Chaoyang and Zheng Ruisheng chatted easily. He asked Zheng Ruisheng the purpose of his visit. Zheng Ruisheng said straight to the point: "Our Bayi Film Studio wants to put "The Garland Under the Mountain" on the screen. This time I came to ask for your opinion."

After Zheng Ruisheng arrived, Jiang Huaiyan was left aside by Lin Chaoyang. Given their relationship, he would not argue, but after Zheng Ruisheng introduced himself, he became alert.

After Zheng Ruisheng explained his purpose, Jiang Huaiyan became anxious.

Why are there still people here to challenge me during the New Year?
He watched Lin Chaoyang and Zheng Ruisheng chatting and laughing, and he was extremely anxious. The Bayi Film Studio was the only military film studio in China, and it mainly produced military-themed films. They had advantages that no one else had when they were going to shoot "The Wreath under the Mountain", and this was definitely the biggest competitor of the Yan Film Studio.

Seeing that the two were getting more and more excited in their conversation, Jiang Huaiyan was scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, fearing that Lin Chaoyang would agree to Zheng Ruisheng.

"Chaoyang, didn't you say that the adaptation rights shall go to the highest bidder?" Jiang Huaiyan said in a hurry.

Hearing Jiang Huaiyan's words, Zheng Ruisheng looked surprised. Lin Chaoyang had not introduced Jiang Huaiyan just now. "Who is this..."

"Yan Film Studio, Jiang Huaiyan!" Jiang Huaiyan said with his head held high, and he almost wrote "We are enemies" on his face.

Lin Chaoyang explained: "Like your Bayi Film Studio, Yanying Film Studio also intends to obtain the adaptation rights of my novel."

Zheng Ruisheng nodded. "Comrade Chaoyang's novels have a huge influence. It seems that they are indeed in great demand."

Seeing that Zheng Ruisheng didn't seem to take Yanying Studio's competitor seriously, Jiang Huaiyan wanted to put some pressure on him, but Lin Chaoyang said, "Old Jiang, we've finished talking. Why don't you go back first?"

Where did you finish?

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaiyan immediately realized that Lin Chaoyang wanted to send him away to talk to Zheng Ruisheng alone. If he left, wouldn't it be like Wu Dalang giving up his place to Ximen Qing?

He hurriedly pulled Lin Chaoyang aside and whispered, "Let me tell you, Bayi Film Studio has always been stingy when it comes to investment in production. They will definitely not give you such a high fee."

How could Lin Chaoyang not understand his little thoughts? He said lightly: "The Bayi Factory has its own advantages."

Hearing his words, Jiang Huaiyan became anxious, "We also have advantages!"

"What advantages do you have? I can't see it. You are so stingy when negotiating the manuscript fee, and you are still unwilling to make an offer."

"Then we have to meet and talk. It's smooth sailing after get off work. Old Wang will treat you to a meal. We can meet and talk in detail then. I will definitely give you a satisfactory fee."

Jiang Huaiyan didn't mention treating us to a meal just now. It seems that competition is the real motivation!

Since he said so, it’s not impossible to meet him.

"Okay then, you go back first, I'll go to your workplace after get off work."

Jiang Huaiyan breathed a sigh of relief after getting Lin Chaoyang's reply, but couldn't help but remind him: "You must not agree to their Bayi Factory first, they are stingy."

"I know, I know."

Lin Chaoyang sent him away and turned to Zheng Ruisheng, "I'm sorry."

Zheng Ruisheng smiled and said, "Nothing. The recent hit of The Horse Herders fully proves the mass base of your work. Everyone must want the rights to adapt your work."

"As for the royalties..."

After get off work in the evening, Lin Chaoyang rode his bicycle to Youyishun Restaurant on Dewai Huangsi Street in Xicheng District.

Influenced by the Qing Dynasty, there are many halal restaurants in the city of Yanjing, including Jinfang Snacks, Hongbinlou, Donglaishun, Xilaishun, Kaorouwan, Kaorouji, Baikui Laohao, Yitiaolong... There are too many to count, and each has its own characteristics.

Among the halal restaurants in Yanjing, Youyishun serves Eastern cuisine, with its selling points being roasted, grilled, shabu-shabu, northwestern dishes and stir-fried dishes.

When Lin Chaoyang arrived here, Hu Qiming and Jiang Huaiyan were already waiting here.

When they met, Wang Yang was extremely enthusiastic. He took Lin Chaoyang aside and talked directly about the unpleasantness during the preparation of "A Game of Chess That Has Not Been Finished" and solemnly apologized to Lin Chaoyang.

Wang Yang acted openly and honestly, and Lin Chaoyang waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's all in the past. Let's not blame the person but the matter."

"It's great that you think so." Wang Yang saw that Lin Chaoyang really seemed to have no worries and didn't take it to heart, with a smile on his face.

Then the two sides ate and talked, and naturally mentioned the adaptation rights of "The Garland under the Mountain".

"Huai Yan has told me your idea. The influence of "The Garland under the Mountain" in China is indeed unique. If it is adapted into a movie, it will definitely be welcomed by readers.

But you should also understand that adapting a novel like this into a movie requires considerable financial investment.

We will definitely try our best to meet your requirements regarding the manuscript fee..."

Wang Yang kept talking in the same old way for a long time without getting to the point. Lin Chaoyang knew that it would be difficult to reach a consensus today.

He didn't care. He didn't come to the banquet today to really give the adaptation rights of the novel to Yanying Studio.

"Director Wang, let's not beat around the bush." ​​Seeing that Wang Yang had been talking for a long time without getting to the point, Lin Chaoyang had to interrupt him forcibly.

"Well... for the manuscript fee, we can give 5,000 yuan!"

Under Lin Chaoyang's urging, Wang Yang seemed to have made a great decision and finally said.

Five thousand dollars?

In the current domestic film industry, it is common for a film script to be paid several hundred yuan, and a fee of more than one thousand yuan is considered a high price.

Yanying Studio quoted Lin Chaoyang a price of four thousand yuan, which cannot be said to be insincere.

"It seems that there is a certain gap between our ideas!" Lin Chaoyang said lightly.

(End of this chapter)