I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Lu Lao Er has already left." Ye Lin looked at Shen Bei'an. "Young Master shouldn't be able to do anything to you now, right?"
After all, she hasn't fully recovered from childbirth yet.
"No! I'd love for her to do something to me." Shen Bei'an hadn't thought much of it at first, but having a wife like that by his side...!
It's as if everything about it is designed to meet the highest standards of one's own aesthetic.
How could anyone resist when they don't even have to do anything themselves?
Although it got a bit tiring towards the end.
But taking a bath is very comfortable.
"What happened?" Ye Lin couldn't guess. After all, given his friend's personality, what else could possibly make him so upset except for the matter of the eldest son?
After applying a face mask, Shen Bei'an said, "The rights to 'The Man on the Verge of Death' have been bought by Washe. Casting will begin in a week, and we'll start filming the live-action version. It's all over the internet." He felt utterly hopeless.
Ye Lin's eyes widened instantly. "Holy crap! I was just strolling through the night market with my second brother Lu, and I hadn't even checked the internet yet."
"Don't ruin my white moonlight!! I've already had several white moonlight ruined, can you please stop messing around?!" Ye Lin was also quite exasperated.
She read even more novels, several of which were adapted into major IPs, which was truly a disaster!
"The only thing to be thankful for is that Washa got the rights, which is better than other companies," Shen Beian comforted. "How about we go to the casting call together in a week? Even if we can't participate, at least we can get some information in advance."
Ye Lin clutched his chest, feeling a bit like he was having a heart attack.
But my friend said, "Luckily, it was Washa who got the copyright. Okay, let's go together, I'll come pick you up."
The grilled fish in front of me doesn't even smell good anymore.
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The author can interpret this as they see fit. If you disagree, please be gentle with your criticism (if you criticize too harshly, the author will likely retaliate – please see the introduction for the author's character).