Ye Fei's solemn expression and eloquent rebuttal made Mo Huang's face full of suspicion, and his eyes were full of confusion as he stared at him quietly.
"I speak from the bottom of my heart. If you really pin your hopes on this, then you need to at least reach Platinum status. Only then will you have enough strength to face this burden!"
"After all, brother, you are not an ordinary person!" As Ye Fei spoke, his face became extremely serious, with a hint of sarcasm.
Mo Huang disagreed, curled his lips, and his eyes were full of confusion.
"Then you are wrong. With my status, if I want to rely on this to pay off my debts, platinum may not be enough!" Mo Huang added;
Ye Fei deeply agreed with Mo Huang's honesty and frankness, and a look of relief appeared on his face for some unknown reason.
"You couldn't be more right. After all, this thing of yours is a continuous process. Even if you really manage to make a movie that earns you 100 million, you still can't relax and have a good time. After all, you can't produce a good movie every year until you are 80 years old!"
"So, there's only one path for you, and that's to seize the title of superb writer and solidify your position in the literary world. Only then can you truly be considered capable of ending your debt!" Ye Fei analyzed Mo Huang meticulously, "Brother, your experience dictates that your achievements must reach a certain pinnacle. Otherwise, you'll be living in dire straits for the rest of your life!"
"Moreover, if one day you can no longer hold on and suddenly pass away at the age of forty, fifty, or sixty and ascend to heaven, your deeds will bring disaster to your descendants and harm the descendants of the Mo family. Even your ancestors will not let you go!"
"Just imagine, if you ascended to heaven and met your ancestors there, and let them know that you harmed their descendants because of your momentary show-off, what do you think they would do to you? Throwing you in a frying pan would be the least of your worries, right?"
Ye Fei was talking in a long-winded manner with a serious expression. After a few words, he raised the topic to a consequence that Mo Huang could not afford. It seemed that he wanted to use this to urge him.
Hearing this, Mo Huang was somewhat unwilling to listen, his eyes even twitched, a chill rose from his back, and in an instant, cold sweat broke out.
If Ye Fei hadn't said it, Mo Huang really wouldn't have thought about it too deeply. Now that he said it, he immediately felt a cloud of gloom coming towards him.
"Standing at the top and becoming a super-god writer, can you make so much money?" Mo Huang turned his head and looked at Ye Fei weakly, questioning;
"Don't insult this industry. I tell you, when your achievements reach this level, I can guarantee that when you face the pressure of debt again, you will definitely appear calm and composed!" Ye Fei's face instantly surged with anger, and he spoke righteously and firmly.
Mo Huang nodded subconsciously and motioned Ye Fei to continue.
"It's rare to find a super-god writer in hundreds of years. Once one does, he will definitely be a giant in the literary world. His influence is not even limited to China. After reaching this level of achievement, the value of your work can no longer be simply measured by money. Think about it, if your status is above money, how can you still be short of money?" Ye Fei's face was full of longing. He looked at Mo Huang with burning eyes and said devoutly, "Think about it carefully!"
Mo Huang immediately lowered his head and fell into deep thought.
"No, with this kind of status, I'm afraid anyone who just gives him money out of thin air will have it. After all, this kind of influence is terrifying!" After a moment, he raised his head and agreed;
"However, I still want to ask, how do super-genre writers make money? Can you tell me a little bit?" However, before he finished his affirmative words, Mo Huang raised his head again and asked in confusion;
"It's very simple. If you can really reach this level one day and influence the world and the spiritual world of the people, then countless people will come to you and use your copyright to transform it into other cultural or non-cultural industries to promote the ideas of your work!" Ye Fei said.
"You know, a just and rare thought can't be bought with money!" After a pause, Ye Fei continued, "This kind of thing can't be bought with vulgar money. After all, this kind of thing has already transcended and infinitely elevated the human spiritual world. In this case, when people come to you, they don't even dare to offer you a low price. They can only give you a reasonable price that won't anger the public."
"Think about it, at a time like this, how much money can you make? If you want to satisfy all of humanity and not let them become disgusted by the capital operations that transform your cultural industry, how much money do you need? Just do the math. Even if it's one dollar per person, with seven or eight billion people in the world, how much money can you make? And then think about your debts. Don't you feel a sense of relief immediately?"
Having said that, a smile appeared on Ye Fei's face again, and his expression became very relaxed.
It seemed that being able to see Mo Huang escape from the sea of huge debt even made him happy and relieved.
At this time, listening to Ye Fei's infinite longing for the literary industry that the two of them were about to engage in and the planning of the future territory, even Mo Huang entered a state of nothingness and felt the infinite feasibility of this matter.
After wandering in this empty and relaxed mood for a long time, Mo Huang slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with passion, and said in a deep voice;
"Yes, you are right, I think this is feasible!"
"Without further delay, let's get started!"
"I can't wait to be at the top!"
Ye Fei had just brainwashed Mo Huang with both ice and fire, and madly exaggerated the reliability of this industry to him, making Mo Huang eager to try it.
The way he spoke, which was like a sudden change from hell to the cloud, was really hard to recover from.
Ye Fei looked helplessly at Mo Huang, who he had guided to a higher level and had become somewhat insolent, with helplessness on his face.
Mo Huang was full of energy at the moment, while Ye Fei looked embarrassed. Helpless, he could only continue to pour a bucket of cold water on him to bring Mo Huang back to the real world.
"If you truly want to establish your path to transcendence, then the first thing you must do is to straighten your appearance and your thinking. After all, in this world, no one at the top would appear excited or behave frivolously!" Ye Fei's face was filled with disdain, and he poured cold water on Mo Huang without any hesitation.
However, Mo Huang's excited expression quickly changed at this moment, and he became serious again. He squinted his eyes, looked at Ye Fei who was teaching him with disdain, and said with disgust: "Do you really think I'm crazy? I still know the truth that you have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time! Tsk~"
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