Lin Po opened his phone's photo album and pulled out a hidden album. The pictures on it were all his creations, each with a shooting date displayed, the earliest of which could be traced back to six years ago.

"If that's not enough, I have proof."

He switched his communication account again, leaving behind a small account with only a few friends. When he opened his Moments, he saw all the uploaded messages recording his creative process and inspiration.

"I started this script three years ago and it was inspired by an introduction to an uninhabited island I saw on TV."

"These monsters are a combination of the animals and humans I saw, plus my own imagination."

"Mr. Ma, you said you wrote the script. Do you have more proof than I do?"

Lin Po finally stood up once, although he was still trembling, but he was trying hard to look Ma Mingbin in the eye.

Yan Mofei looked at the pictures and the time, as well as the many revisions and the final polished script, which was enough to prove that Lin Po had indeed spent a lot of time and effort.

"Boss Ma, Lin Po's evidence is very sufficient. Yours is obviously not enough. Do you have more compelling evidence to prove that you wrote this script?"

Ma Mingbin was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He never thought that one day he would be tricked by the person who was the easiest to bully under his command.

He looked stupid, but was actually very smart. He even suspected that Lin Po was acting like this on purpose to lower his guard and then wait for this critical moment to give him a fatal blow.

"Since Boss Ma has no new evidence, please leave. I have to discuss the contract."

Yan Mofei looked at Ma Mingbin with a smile, he did it on purpose.

It's a shame not to see such a good play. I perform for others every day, and occasionally watching others perform for me is also very interesting.

Ma Mingbin didn't leave, but instead accused Lin Po again, "Lin Po, don't forget that you signed a contract with our studio. All the works you create belong to the studio and have nothing to do with you."

Lin Po was stunned: "When did this clause come in? It clearly wasn't there when I signed the contract."

Although he has an honest character, he has been taught since childhood to be wary of others.

He hadn't spoken out before because the studio had given him a job, allowing him to earn some money and continue his studies. He was grateful for that, but that didn't mean he could continue to be bullied.

Even a rabbit will bite when it is anxious.

“We have instructions for everyone when they come into the studio.”

Lin Po shook his head: "I've never heard of it. If I knew that after I joined the studio, the works I wrote would no longer be my own works, I definitely wouldn't have joined."

"Besides, the contract between me and the studio is to write one novel at a time. You only paid me for writing novels, and didn't give me any additional salary."

"Technically speaking, I'm not an employee of the studio."

Ma Mingbin hadn't expected Lin Po to be so sharp-tongued. This rule of the studio was actually a default, after all, all the novels they collected were bought outright.

As long as the novel is finished, they will pay the buyout salary to the other party, and then the subsequent income from the novel will have nothing to do with the other party.

Therefore, it is assumed that all works written by its own employees belong to the studio. Even if there are discarded manuscripts, it is the studio that takes the initiative to discard them, rather than the employees dealing with them on their own.

In order to save wages, he did not sign employee contracts with these office employees, so this clause was indeed not included.

However, the contract for each work includes a clause that after the work is completed, the employee will receive a buyout salary, and from then on the novel will have nothing to do with the employee.

However, Lin Po's script was not published on any platform. He wrote it independently and then submitted it directly to Yan Mofei's studio.

To be honest, it has nothing to do with the studio they explicitly stated.

Yan Mofei looked at Ma Mingbin with amusement. This guy was really shameless. Even at this point, he still wanted to continue acting.

Ma Mingbin was furious. Soft tactics didn't work, so it seemed he had no choice but to resort to force. He shouted, "Lin Po, think it over. You're an employee of my studio, and your mother is still in the hospital."

"If you don't follow the rules of our studio, then you'd better get out as soon as possible."

Lin Po is a filial son. Ma Mingbin knows that he needs a stable job to earn money to continue his studies and to treat his mother's illness.

If he left the studio, it would be very difficult for him to find a job with a more stable income.

"Oh? That seems quite expensive. Does your mother's illness require a lot of money?"

Lin Po nodded: "Yes."

However, as long as he can get the contract for this script, it will be enough for him to treat his mother's illness.

"Boss Yan, I don't need the studio job, but I need this contract and the money."

He was exploited like this before he offended Ma Mingbin, and now he has offended him completely. Even if he goes back, he will be treated harshly.

This job can't be kept no matter what, so I might as well hold on to Yan Mofei's thigh tightly.

This is when I really lose my job in the studio. With my current ability, if I publish a novel on the website myself, my income should not be lower than when I was working in the studio.

Ma Mingbin became even angrier: "Lin Po, you still have two books in the works, and they haven't been finished yet. Until they're finished, I'm your boss. You need to go through me before you do anything."

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