Jiang Meng thought she was hallucinating.
Ming Fu, who was sitting across from her, was in the same boat. He swallowed hard and asked in disbelief, "Dad, you have so much money? The unit you mentioned is RMB, isn't it the currency of other countries?"
Ming Bojun pinched her nose and said, "In your eyes, our family is so poor that we can't even come up with 100 million?"
Ming's mother also said, "Don't worry, our family can still come up with this little money."
Ming Fu: "But didn't my illness drain our family savings? Ming Xi was forced to go out to work, and you guys still managed to save so much money."
Ming Bojun: "The little money you spent on your medical treatment couldn't even empty our family's coffers. Do you think your brother is embarrassing himself just for you? Your brother is just conceited and loves to show off."
Ming's mother said, "Your treatment has cost a lot of money over the years, but that's nothing to your parents. We earn money to keep you healthy and give you a better life."
It was not until today that Mingfu realized that her previous understanding was wrong. She used to hear the caregivers gossiping about how much money their projects cost, how they had bought high-end equipment from abroad at high prices, and how long they wondered how long the family could last.
Overhearing what the caregiver said, she always felt guilty for adding burden to her parents, but she did not dare to show negative emotions in front of her parents and persuade them to give up.
Thinking about how they worked so hard and never gave up on her, and how they often comforted her, saying that her illness would be cured soon, and never worried about money in front of her.
She used to think that her parents were pretending to be strong in front of her, but in fact they really never worried about money and could easily spend 100 million yuan.
The content of the caregivers' conversation was just their one-sided view.
One problem was solved, but another problem arose that puzzled Mingfu even more.
"Dad, how do you make so much money?"
Jiang Mengkuang on the other end of the phone nodded. She also wanted to know the answer to this question and was very curious.
Ming's mother smiled and said, "Of course it's through investment. Otherwise, with your father's salary, he wouldn't have been able to earn his current fortune even if he had been working since the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties."
Ming Bojun mentioned several companies he had invested in, including those in the technology field, electrical appliances, and Internet real estate. They are all leading companies today, and almost everyone is familiar with their names.
He is an angel investor. Not long after these large companies were founded, he recognized their potential and started investing.
These companies did not disappoint his expectations and created tens of thousands of wealth for him every year. He achieved financial freedom more than ten years ago.
Mingfu finally understood what her father meant when he told her that she should learn how to manage her finances.
Jiang Meng on the opposite side was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time. He experienced the presence of the big boss by his side.
Jiang Meng couldn't help but become cautious when speaking. "How about this? I'll go and make the arrangements, and we'll start filming as planned?"
"Give me an account number and I'll have my manager transfer the money to you."
Without even asking about the contract, the next day, the money from Mingfu's father arrived in the account of Jiang Meng Studio.
Jiang Meng did not dare to delay and immediately asked someone to draft two contracts, one was a clear contract and the other was for future profit sharing.
Mingfu's father invested a lot, so he got the largest share, 70%.
After reading the contract, Ming Fu and her father both had objections, as Jiang Meng had reserved a lot of rights for them.
After both parties signed the agreement, the crew of "Who is Murdering My Deskmate" officially entered the preparation stage for filming and planned to start shooting during the winter vacation.
The original investors were still waiting for Jiang Meng to give in, but Jiang Meng just sent an audition video and nothing happened next.
The investors also admitted that Mingfu performed well in the audition, but it was just good. Compared with professional actors, he was still a little immature. It would be better if he could be polished a little.
Unfortunately, there is no if in reality.
Zhou Mengyang also breathed a sigh of relief after watching Ming Fu's audition, and instantly felt confident.
People who only have talent but no experience have very unstable acting skills. One shot may be so good that it becomes a classic, but the next shot may ruin the whole show.
Experience takes time to gain, and Mingfu doesn't have that much time now.
What they never expected was that Jiang Meng actually ignored the quality of the drama and officially announced the start time of "Who Murdered" during the National Day holiday.
After asking those well-informed people in the circle, they still couldn't find out what kind of investment Jiang Meng had attracted.
It was another high-end club. This group of people met and chatted while drinking and chatting. Naturally, they talked about Jiang Meng's project.
"Who invested money in her? Have you guys heard anything about it?" What he wanted to say more was who was so short-sighted.
"I do know who she contacted, but I informed her in advance, and no one I know invested money in her."
"I haven't heard of anyone investing money in her. If it's a big company, it wouldn't be so quiet."
"Then our talented Jiang University girl will have to pay for the filming herself? Interesting, I wonder how much she can come up with, maybe two thousand?"
"If I sell the house, I'm sure I'll get two thousand. I have a large flat."
"I know her big flat all too well. Not only is the mortgage not fully paid off, but the house isn't even guaranteed to sell right away. If she's in a hurry to sell it, she'll have to sell it at a low price. It might not even fetch 2,000."
"Mr. Ma, everyone knows you're a kind-hearted person. Why don't you be so kind and help our talented young lady Jiang buy her big flat? Help her realize her dream?"
They were laughing loudly while joking.
Everyone knows that Jiang Meng's large flat is worth more than 20 million yuan. They say this purely to humiliate her.
The man with a big beer belly, known as Mr. Ma, said, "The developer is my friend. He reserved two large flats for me over there, but I don't have time to live in them. There are too many houses and I can't live in them all."
They joked and laughed, and although they felt happy verbally, they still didn't feel happy in their hearts.
"I didn't realize Jiang Meng is still so tough now. I want to know how long she can be so tough."
"Isn't she going to make an unlimited-streaming drama? If she can do it, so can I. I'll even start filming it earlier than her, air it earlier, and produce it on a bigger and more luxurious scale than hers, so I can capture the market first."
One of them spoke passionately and was quickly echoed by others.
"Good idea! You're right. Jiang Meng kicked us out, so we can still shoot it ourselves. Just follow Jiang Meng's standards. No, we have to go even higher than Jiang Meng's standards."
"To produce a high-quality drama, money is not a problem. None of us here are short of money. The most important thing is the script, which cannot be worse than Jiang Meng's."
"You have money, but you're worried about not being able to find someone to write the script?"
These people acted immediately and contacted several screenwriters. They told them the story outline they saw from Jiang Meng and asked them to write a similar story based on the outline.
It’s a pity that these people’s storytelling skills are not very good. The script I saw from Jiang Meng was only the first two episodes, and it was not complete.
As a result, you and I talked at the same time, adding our own ideas, which completely confused the screenwriter we invited.
But they probably understood that this group of investors wanted to make an unlimited streaming TV series, and it was based on someone else's story outline.
To put it nicely, it is adaptation; to put it bluntly, it is plagiarism.
The screenwriters who knew how to protect their reputation, after figuring out the twists and turns involved, politely rejected them on the grounds that they were not qualified for the job.
There are also some popular screenwriters who choose to stay to make a living, but they all give up their signatures.
Unfortunately, their writing skills and ideas were still a little lacking, and after writing four or five drafts, they still didn't get what the investors wanted.
Mr. Ma, who had a beer belly, tore up all the new scripts he had received and threw them into the trash can in anger.
"Is there no one in the country who can write a script? They paid that much money and they only wrote something like this?"
"If you ask me, it's better to just buy the IP of a web movie. There's ready-made traffic and a ready-made story."
Who hasn't thought about ready-made things? In fact, buying an online movie IP is more troublesome than writing a script now, and it takes a lot of time to negotiate cooperation. How can you compete with Jiang Meng's speed?
Besides, it is not easy to find a similar story. Their purpose is to make money and annoy Jiang Meng at the same time.
"Other screenwriters can't write Jiang Meng's story, but there's one person who can definitely do it."
The others also had a flash of inspiration.
"You mean?"
"Her ex-husband, Tong Wenping, has been adapting Jiang Meng's works for almost twenty years. Apart from him, no one in this world understands Jiang Meng's writing style better."
At this time, Tong Wenping was living a very miserable life. He had lost his studio, his savings, and his house. He was unwilling to go back to his hometown and had to stay in the city.
He had an unshaven beard, was unkempt, and never cut his hair. He lived in a cheap rental house all day and ate cheap boxed lunches.
He didn't go out to look for a job. He was used to a life of luxury and couldn't do physical work. He didn't dare to look for a decent job for fear that someone would recognize him.
More than three months have passed since his divorce, and he has not left his rental house.
He temporarily found a job to make a living, writing online articles and surviving on the buyout price of 6 yuan per thousand words.
Tong Wenping is suffering from today's update. Three months ago, he was a big screenwriter earning 60,000 yuan per thousand words. Three months later, he is a low-level writer earning 6 yuan per thousand words.
In order to make more money, he updated at least 30,000 words every day. After only two months, his creativity was exhausted and he felt like vomiting when he saw the documents.
But he had to write in order to eat. There were text messages from the landlord on his mobile phone urging him to pay rent. They had been sent three days ago. The content of the text messages was not nice. They called him a poor, a scabby, and shameless. They also ordered him to move out today, otherwise his water and electricity would be cut off.
However, the website's settlement date had not yet arrived, so he could not withdraw his money and had no money to even eat.
Just five minutes after the landlord sent the threatening text message, Tong Wenping's room became dark.
His room only had a 20-centimeter square ventilation hole, and the entire house relied on electric lights for lighting.
The battery of his laptop was removed, and the moment the power was cut off, the computer also shut down.
He had been daydreaming about the plot and had forgotten to save the 10,000 words he had written.
When Tong Wenping thought about the 10,000 words he had lost, he got so angry that his chest started aching. Not only did his chest hurt, but even his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys hurt.
There was a lot of anger building up in my heart, and I desperately wanted to vent it out.
Now he can't vent his anger by smashing things like he used to, because he doesn't have much property. If something is broken, he has to buy it himself, and he also has to pay for the landlord's broken things.
Tong Wenping thought angrily that if he became rich again in the future, he would definitely buy the house next door and show off in front of the landlord who looked down on others.
After Tong Wenping finished fantasizing about his own wealth, he finally felt better and started typing on his mobile phone.
While waiting for the website to settle the bill, he could only go to the restaurant to use the electricity and write on his mobile phone.
However, just as he picked up the phone, a call came in with good news.
At that moment, Tong Wenping seemed to have seen himself moving back into a large first-class apartment in a certain building, leading a luxurious life again, Jiang Meng hating him with gnashing teeth, and the scumbag landlord looking up at him.
Without any hesitation, he readily agreed to the other party's request and even boasted that he would be able to finish the script before Jiang Meng.
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