Ni Suqiong gasped, wondering what Fang Yang was thinking. She had also read the book "Princess Pearl," which was quite popular among female readers, but the idea of ​​ten million per episode seemed like a pipe dream.

Seeing Ni Suqiong's skeptical look, Zhou Xin explained, "Fang Yang said that at home, the remote control is in the hands of the mother of the household, so 'Princess Pearl' will have very high ratings!"

Ni Suqiong chuckled, “Fang Yang understands family very well. But this statement has a lot of philosophical meaning. The TV at home is either for the children or for the lady of the house. As long as you win over the lady of the house, the ratings for the 8 o’clock drama are guaranteed.”

Zhou Xin glared at Ni Suqiong, "Don't you even know who Fang Yang is? Which of his books isn't a bestseller? Take 'Princess Pearl' for example, don't you like it? Don't you watch the TV series that was made?"

Ni Sufeng clicked her tongue and sighed, "She hasn't even married into the Fang family yet, and she's already protecting them like this. I'm afraid she won't even recognize her aunt in the future."

Zhou Xin looked at the old lady, "Grandma..."

The old lady patted Zhou Xin's hand, "Alright, let's ignore her and eat. Don't let our good granddaughter go hungry."

Zhou Xin glanced smugly at Ni Suqiong and then ate with her grandparents.

The old man's teeth weren't very good, so he could only eat well-cooked food, and his appetite wasn't very large. Most of the time, he would sit at the table and serve food to Zhou Xin, saying that Zhou Xin had lost weight and her skin had become a little tanned, so she should eat more good food to nourish her body this time she came back.

Zhou Xin hadn't been back for several months and was really craving the food at home. Without any hesitation, she devoured all the dishes that the old lady had piled up in her bowl, which broke the hearts of the old man and woman.

After lunch, Zhou Xin chatted with the two elders and recounted some interesting anecdotes from the filming at Hengdian World Studios. In particular, she talked about how Fang Yang came up with a way to teach Zhou Xin on the spot over drinks after she had many NGs, which made her understand and she never had another NG. Even the old man praised Fang Yang's skillful method and his well-trained approach.

After waking up from his afternoon nap, Fang Yang began working on his new novel. He had no interest in adapting novels that lacked adaptation value; that would be a pure waste of time. For a film and television company like Fang Yang's, the sole purpose of a novel was for adaptation!

There have been quite a few TV dramas filmed this year, so next year's focus should be on movies. There's also a "The Return of the Condor Heroes" series waiting for Wang Jialiang to film, so that should be enough time in the short term.

Recently, the novels in the literature section of the website have become quite homogenized. Seeing the great success of Fang Yang's two martial arts novels, there are many imitators, but very few high-quality series. This has made the novel section somewhat hesitant to move forward. It seems that the creativity hasn't been fully unleashed!

After much deliberation, Fang Yang still felt that "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was more suitable. In his previous life, "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was known as the pioneer of the tomb raiding genre, which attracted countless imitations and several of them were very successful. This would also bring a wave of traffic to the novel section and open up creative ideas for the website's authors, killing two birds with one stone.

Secondly, both the movies and TV series based on "Ghost Blows Out the Light" have a strong market presence and are a major IP. The eight stories constitute eight TV series and eight movies. If one is released every year, it can generate a market of tens of billions of yuan over eight years, which is rare compared to ordinary novels!

While there was still some time, Fang Yang used his popularity points to exchange for the entire novel and its accompanying script, spending a full 100 million popularity points. However, Fang Yang was now very successful in all aspects, so he wasn't worried about running out of popularity points and could create as many as he could.

Tomb raiding is not sightseeing, not composing poems, not painting or embroidering; it cannot be done in such an elegant, leisurely, and sentimental manner, nor can it be done in the way of heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teachers.

Tomb raiding is a skill, a skill of destruction. When ancient nobles built their tombs, they would do everything they could to prevent them from being robbed, so they would go to any lengths, setting up all sorts of traps and hidden weapons in the tombs, including boulders, quicksand, poisoned arrows, poisonous insects, and countless other traps.

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These events all begin with a tattered book left by my grandfather, titled "The Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Techniques." For some reason, the second half of this book was forcibly torn out, leaving only the first volume, the Feng Shui Secret Techniques section. The book mostly describes unique techniques for interpreting the Feng Shui layout of tombstones…

Just as I finished writing the introduction, Mo Sang called, "Mr. Fang, we had a great catch today! We're about to head back. You can meet us at the restaurant in half an hour to see what we've got."

"You got a great haul? You guys had a pretty good day. Don't worry, I'll be right there."

With little time left, Fang Yang had no interest in copying the first part anymore. After saving the introduction, he shut down the computer, looked outside at the setting sun, and realized it was time for dinner. He had spent the whole day writing in the hotel, and his arms were a bit stiff. It was a good opportunity to go out for a walk and clear his mind.

After tidying up a bit and washing his face, Fang Yang went downstairs. Although the sun had returned after the rainstorm, the heat had subsided, and a long-lost cool breeze was blowing outside. Although many places still showed signs of the devastation caused by the storm, they were gradually recovering.

Having not left the house all day, Fang Yang slowed down to appreciate the beauty of the afterglow. Because the museum was closed, the once bustling streets were now deserted, and even the year-round stream of tourists was few and far between.

Even the longest road eventually comes to an end. Fang Yang, who had been looking around along the way, finally arrived at Luo Cheng's small shop. Luo Cheng and the Mo brothers were unloading things from a small van.

Fang Yang hurried over and saw that the plastic crates were filled with fish weighing over half a pound each. He exclaimed in surprise, "Such a big haul today? Did you wipe out their entire territory?"

Luo Cheng and the other two turned around upon hearing the voice. Seeing that it was Fang Yang, Mo Sang laughed and said, "You really missed out by not going today. I don't know why, but the fish were biting exceptionally well today. We almost never missed one. This was after the three of us had selected them. We released all the fish under half a pound."

Fang Yang watched the three of them slowly sorting through the fish and was surprised to find more than a dozen yellow catfish. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "We caught so many yellow catfish. We'll have fish soup for tonight."

Luo Cheng laughed and said, "This thing is best for making soup. We call it yellow duck. It's not easy to catch so many wild yellow ducks normally. It's rare to catch so many this time. We can have a good meal tonight."

Fang Yang looked at the several plastic buckets filled with fish and said with a smile, "You decide on this. There are so many fish today, but there are only four of us. Don't make too many. Just a moderate amount is fine. We can keep the rest alive and sell them when the customers come."

Mo Sang laughed and said, "That's right, Lao Luo. Just get one slice of fish, a few grilled fish, this yellow duck soup, and some side dishes. There are only four of us. Any more would be a waste."