Fu Song transmigrated to a parallel world, and at the same time, his eyes underwent a mutation, allowing him to see the price of any item.
Olympic silver medal: 113.5 yuan. [Don't scratch...
Frowning and thinking for a moment, Fu Song said, "Brother Wang, to be honest, it's difficult for your book to be published in the physical world."
Wang Yun was stunned, but not too disappointed. He sighed and said, "I know, my level is just that.
The reason why we were able to reach the top of the list that year was mostly because we followed the trend.
Later, when the limelight faded, he became just like everyone else.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for those small websites to only pay me 12 yuan per thousand words."
Fu Song suddenly asked, "Are you interested in screenwriting?"
Wang Yun was suspicious: "Screenwriter?"
Fu Song: "Yes, uh, let me introduce myself first. I am the boss of Caidie Culture and Entertainment Co., Ltd..."
"What?" Before Fu Song finished speaking, Wang Yun stood up excitedly, "Dying to Survive is the film you guys made?
That’s great. You don’t know, I saw that movie, it’s really good.
You are literally my idol.”
Fu Song never expected that the other party was actually his fan. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. The success of a movie is the result of the joint efforts of all the staff.
Like the two people next to me, they are the screenwriters of Medicine God, and there are other actors..."
Wang Yun hurriedly said to Jiang Jianu and Liu Yibing, "Hello."
After greeting, Fu Song said, "This is what I mean, Mr. Wang. I'd like to invite you to join Caidie Culture and Entertainment. What do you think?"
Wang Yun calmed down after hearing this: "Boss Fu, I am naturally very honored to join Caidie.
But can I ask a few questions?"
"Just asking?"
"Don't you despise my identity? After all, I have been there before."
Fu Song laughed and said, "No one is without fault except saints and sages.
Mr. Wang could have gone back to his old job after he was released, but he didn't. Instead, he chose to work as a code writer for a few dozen yuan a day.
This shows that you are sincerely repentant.
Although I am not a saint, I do have some tolerance.
Of course, everyone is responsible for their own actions.
If you do anything illegal again, I won’t be polite either.”
Wang Yun stood up and bowed deeply to Fu Song: "Thank you!"
Then he added: "I have another question. I have only written novels before and never wrote a script.
If you really asked me to write it, I’m afraid I couldn’t do it.”
After saying this, Wang Yun lowered his head.
Fu Song extended an olive branch to him, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Wang Yun and might even change his destiny.
So as long as he turns a blind eye, he can get away with it.
But he didn't want to do that. After seven years in prison, he had already let go of many things.
Fu Song's gaze towards Wang Yun suddenly became somewhat different.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang. I invited you to Caidie. My main task is to write novels."
Fu Song pointed to the book "Southern Grave Robbers" and said: "I have read your book. The rhythm and thriller suspense are great, but there are some problems with the characters.
I have an outline for a novel about tomb raiding. How about you help me turn it into a story?
Of course, my novel has relatively high requirements for characters, so you need to put more effort into this aspect."
After saying this, Fu Song looked confident.
In fact, the most difficult thing about writing a novel is not the characters, but the plot and the sense of thriller and suspense.
Characters, especially those with distinct personalities, can be well presented as long as they are labeled in advance and then described through unique language and body movements.
For example, Bai Xiaochun in "A Thought Eternal" often "flashes his sleeves", "I have shed blood for the sect", "puts on three layers of thick leather clothes", "strolls around the mountain gate when he has nothing to do, waiting for everyone to praise him", etc.
Coupled with Wang Yun's expertise in rhythm, thriller and suspense, as well as his own personal experience, the possibility of writing a popular novel is very high.
Of course, for Fu Song, a novel is not worth his much thought.
But if you take into account the film and television adaptation rights behind the novel, the situation is completely different.
For example, "Ghost Blows Out the Light" and "Grave Robbers' Chronicles" can be made into a movie series like "Spider-Man".
However, these two books have not yet appeared in this world.
So as long as Fu Song wins the bet, he will have another steady source of money to make.
Even if he loses the bet due to bad luck, the most he will lose is some of Wang Yun’s salary.
He can definitely afford to pay this amount of money.
After hearing Fu Song's words, Wang Yunyun picked up the tea on the table and drank it all:
"Boss Fu, I won't say anything more. You trust me so much. If I refuse again, it would be too petty.
Don't worry, if I can't make a name for myself at Caidie, you don't have to chase me away, I'll just leave."
Fu Song clapped his hands and said, "Okay, what I like most is quick talk.
I'll give you the outline in a couple of days, and you can just focus on your work in the company.
In addition to the basic salary, I will buy out your texts at 50 yuan per thousand words."
hiss~
Wang Yun took a deep breath. 50 yuan per thousand words...
If I can write 6,000 words a day, doesn’t that mean I can earn 9,000 yuan a month from this?
Adding the basic salary, it’s over ten thousand!
Although a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan is nothing compared to those online literature masters, Wang Yun is a veteran in the online literature circle.
He knew better than anyone how rare those online literary masters were, and how rare were those online writers who earned over ten thousand yuan a month.
After the two parties reached a cooperation agreement, their relationship instantly became much closer.
Suddenly, there was a chaotic noise at the entrance of the theater.
Fu Song turned his head and saw that the originally quiet hall suddenly became lively. Everyone stood up and looked outside the door.
Just as I was wondering, I heard a voice from the table next to me say, "Brother Chen Long is here!"
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