“I know, Editor Zhou’s voice sounds a bit hoarse. You must have had to talk a lot, right? Would you like to go get some water first?” Jiang Xia put down her pencil, leaned back in her chair, and said with a smile.

“No need, what do you think?” she said.

Jiang Xia tapped the table with her finger and sighed, "Editor Zhou has helped us so much, it would be ungrateful of me to refuse again."

"When would you like to come back to sign the contract when you're free?" Her face lit up with joy, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Editor Zhou, I've really been busy lately. I have so many storyboards to draw every day, and it takes me several hours to go to the TV station and back, so I'm falling behind," Jiang Xia said with a bitter face.

“Well then, Director Jiang, please focus on your work. I’ll send you the electronic version of the contract in a bit. If you think it’s okay, I’ll come over to see you,” Zhou Lu said.

"That would be perfect." Jiang Xia twirled his pencil and agreed without hesitation.

It's not that he's being arrogant; he's genuinely too busy.

After hanging up the phone, he gained a deeper understanding of the concept of fame.

When you're unknown, even if you practically beg to get a favor, people might not welcome you. Now that you're famous, if someone asks you for a favor, they'll generally agree as long as the conditions aren't outrageous.

And this is only halfway through the first run of Tom and Jerry. I believe that soon, the name Qitian Animation will appear prominently on the list of well-known animation companies in China.

"Xiaxia, who were you talking to on the phone just now?" Xia Shanshan asked, opening the door with a puzzled look.

"Nothing much, just that there's a teacher appreciation banquet in a few days, and some classmates invited me to attend," Jiang Xia said casually.

"Oh, I have to go. The teachers at school have worked so hard for three years. No matter how well or poorly I do on the exam, I have to thank them."

Xia Shanshan continued, "When was it?"

"It seems to be number ten," Jiang Xia said after thinking for a moment.

"No need to rush, it's only the 2nd today, there are still a few days left. What would you like to eat for lunch?"

"How about braised pork ribs? I want the kind where there's a ring of meat wrapped around the bone, so that the meat easily separates from the bone with a gentle bite, and the juices burst out."

"Okay! I'll go to the market to buy some fresh spare ribs right away." Xia Shanshan said with a smile, "Then you can continue with your work, I won't bother you anymore."

She was a primary school Chinese teacher and couldn't understand why Jiang Xia, who had been admitted to the best university, would lock himself in his room to draw every day.

But at least it's better than those who spend their holidays in internet cafes playing games all day.

It's said that Tsinghua University has a tradition of entrance exams, and my son's dedication to drawing might be in preparation for those exams.

Just like a few months ago, he studied until very late every day, and finally achieved amazing results in the exam.

Thinking of this, Xia Shanshan closed the door with a look of satisfaction. Having such a sensible and good son was definitely a blessing from her ancestors in the Jiang family.

Jiang Xia smiled silently. He now held a very high position at home, and his career was also on the rise. He felt quite pleased with himself.

If he were to reveal to his parents that he is the owner of Qitian Animation Company, the old couple would probably treat him like royalty.

I let out a long breath, banished the jumbled thoughts from my mind, and continued to bury myself in drawing storyboards.

About half an hour later, Zhou Lu called again.

"Mr. Jiang, I have sent the contract renewal to your email. Please take a look when you have time."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xia went into his study, turned on his computer, ignored the wildly popular QQ Farm pop-up, and directly opened his email to download the file he had just received.

After reviewing it carefully several times, he found that the content was similar to the last one, except that there were strict restrictions on matters related to cooperation with third parties, and the exclusive broadcasting rights for the second season of Tom and Jerry were also written into the contract.

Although the specific amount was not specified, once he signed the contract, it meant that the exclusive broadcasting rights for the second season could only be given to Chongqing TV.

If the price isn't agreed upon, he might be stuck with the animation, unable to sell it to anyone else, and might even have to pay a hefty penalty for breach of contract.

Having suffered losses due to the contract in his previous life, he felt something was amiss, so he dialed back.

"Editor Zhou, I can agree to the conditions for delayed broadcasting with other TV stations, but isn't it a bit too early to talk about the exclusive broadcasting rights for the second season?"

“Director Jiang, didn’t you already agree to this? The station just wants to include the agreed-upon terms in the contract to make future cooperation easier,” Zhou Lu said.

"I did promise, and I'm very grateful to Chongqing TV for giving Tom and Jerry the opportunity to air, but one thing at a time. We'll talk about the second season later. I'm not the kind of person who goes back on his word. There will be a third and a fourth season in the future. I hope the station can take my request seriously. Editor Zhou wouldn't want us to only work together for two seasons, would he?" Jiang Xia said earnestly.

His dissatisfaction was practically written all over his face, implying that if things didn't go well, they should just part ways, and he wouldn't sign the contract renewal this time.

After all, he's not stupid; they're setting a trap for him. He might fall into it if he's not careful.

“This…” Zhou Lu hesitated for a moment, “Alright, then Director Jiang, please wait for me a little while, I’ll go ask my superiors.”

"Um."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xia rubbed his temples wearily.

He still thought too highly of television stations. As a beneficiary, he naturally wanted to maximize his own interests. If he couldn't make money, he would have no choice but to abandon him and his works.

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