With the hope of gaining fame for his future movie roles, Wang Xiaobao handed the elixir to Bruce Lee.

In order to save this future internationally renowned superstar, who was also his idol in his previous life, Wang Xiaobao went to great lengths to save him.

Not only did he prepare a disease-curing pill to treat all diseases, he also prepared a marrow-cleansing pill that could cleanse the tendons and marrow and strengthen the bones.

It can be said that he tried his best.

In this situation, if something unexpected happens to the idol, there is nothing he can do.

This is fate, how can Wang Xiaobao resist fate? "Good, good, it's wonderful!"

“It has a completely different style from the previous Zhu Xian, but it’s just as exciting.”

At this time, Editor-in-Chief Zhou slapped his thigh and said excitedly.

"Zichuan" uses humorous language and delicate and moving brushstrokes to depict a unique and wonderful world to the world.

A group of characters with different personalities are presented to the world one by one.

It composed a tragic song that was both heroic and sad.

If we say that Wang Xiaobao's previous work "Zhu Xian" was about the love between men and women, it was a romantic drama disguised as a fairy tale drama.

So, this "Zichuan" is about the joint struggle of multiple forces that is a mixture of family power and racial struggle.

The styles of the two works are completely different, but Wang Xiaobao can handle both with ease, which Editor-in-Chief Zhou admires greatly.

"Oh, to have received such high praise from Editor-in-Chief Zhou, it seems that Brother Xiao Bao has written another classic masterpiece!"

"show me."

Bruce Lee took the manuscript and read it attentively.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou, you're overpraising me. This is just my first attempt to try out different styles."

Wang Xiaobao thought to himself, when I copy out other works in the future, you will be able to see other styles.

“It’s a good thing to try more.”

Editor-in-Chief Zhou agrees very much and believes that young people should try more.

"Well, since Editor-in-Chief Zhou is here today, let's talk business and discuss the price."

"If the price satisfies me, I am too lazy to look for anyone else. I will serialize "Zichuan", which is expected to have two million words, in our Oriental Daily."

Wang Xiaobao laughed. He couldn't digest the big picture the other party had painted. He decided to be more vulgar and talk about the price.

"How much money do you think is appropriate?"

When talking about business, Editor-in-Chief Zhou's smile disappeared and he asked seriously.

"Five hundred for a thousand words!"

Wang Xiaobao quoted a price.

"What? Five hundred? Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Editor-in-Chief Zhou jumped three feet high on the spot. He felt that Wang Xiaobao was getting too arrogant.

The previous work, Zhu Xian, which caused a sensation in Hong Kong, only cost 300 yuan per thousand words.

Unexpectedly, he asked for 500 per thousand words for his second work! He was just talking nonsense. He might as well go rob a gold shop.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhou, tell me yourself, is Zichuan worth the price?"

Wang Xiaobao asked calmly, confident in his decision.

"this"

Editor-in-Chief Zhou choked and instantly regretted that he should not have been so obvious just now.

Now he has me in his hands.

"Five hundred for a thousand words is fine, but we need the full copyright of "Zichuan"."

After hesitating for a moment, Editor-in-Chief Zhou gritted his teeth, accepted the price, and put forward another condition.

"No, this is absolutely not possible. There is no room for negotiation."

When Wang Xiaobao heard this, his face changed and he refused on the spot.

He had heard Brother Su Qing in the group explain it specifically and had some understanding of copyright.

In the new century of the previous life, when online novels first appeared, many authors were cheated because they did not understand the importance of copyright.

Generally speaking, when a work is serialized in a newspaper or periodical, the newspaper only has the serialization rights for the work.

Other copyrights such as physical publishing, film and television adaptation, game adaptation, and animation adaptation still belong to the author.

Although these copyrights cannot be quickly monetized under current conditions, their value is hundreds or thousands of times that of serialization rights.

As long as he holds the copyright, he can cash it in at any time when the time is right. He is a money-printing machine! Editor-in-Chief Zhou wants the full copyright of "Zichuan". This is bullying Wang Xiaobao for not knowing the business.

"Then the price you offered, Mr. Wang, is too high. We cannot accept it."

Editor-in-Chief Zhou sighed inwardly, it seemed that the other party was no rookie and could not be fooled.

"It's okay. I believe that Mr. Jin Yong's Ming Pao, Tiantian Daily, Xin Bao, Express and other newspapers should be interested in Zichuan."

"Even though the deal may not work out, we still have a bond. Editor-in-Chief Zhou is welcome to visit our home next time."

Wang Xiaobao didn't buy his trick at all. If you can't afford the high price, then someone else will.

In this day and age, good wine needs no bush.

"That's all. Five hundred is five hundred."

"However, Wang Sheng, you have to promise that the subsequent plot cannot be less exciting than the previous 100,000 words."

Seeing that Wang Xiaobao didn't want to talk anymore, Editor-in-Chief Zhou couldn't bear to part with the deal and gritted his teeth to accept the sky-high price.

As long as the sales of newspapers and periodicals are good, the price can be a little higher, because the wool comes from the sheep.

"Of course. If the sales of Oriental Daily News drop due to the plot, how about we renegotiate the price?"

Wang Xiaobao had great confidence in Zichuan and made a firm promise.

"That's what you said. We have a pleasant cooperation."

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

The two shook hands and reached a cooperation agreement.

"It's really exciting. I'm eager to see what happens next."

At this time, Bruce Lee finished reading the first 100,000 words and said excitedly.

"Haha, by the time you come back from the United States, Brother Xiaolong, I will have almost finished writing this book."

"When the time comes, let's have a good look at it all at once."

Wang Xiaobao was very happy after agreeing on the price and laughed heartily.

"Oh, this is the only way. All I can think about now is Zichuan Xiu. I can't stop."

Bruce Lee said with some annoyance that he couldn't see it all at once.

"Ha ha."

Seeing that a big star like Bruce Lee was also attracted by the plot of the novel, Chief Editor Zhou's confidence in Zichuan increased greatly.

"It's getting late. Let's go eat first. I've asked Hongmei to book a hotel."

After chatting for a while, Wang Xiaobao saw that it was almost noon, so he invited the two to have lunch together.

"Come on, come on, you made a lot of money today, I have to rip you off."

"Haha, I want to eat abalone and lobster!"

Editor-in-Chief Zhou and Bruce Lee did not refuse and agreed readily.

After lunch, the two said goodbye and left, and Wang Xiaobao and Zhong Chuhong returned home.

"Brother Xiao Bao, is it really 500 yuan per thousand words? I feel like I'm dreaming."

When Zhong Chuhong returned home, her face was full of excitement. She had just watched the entire bargaining between Wang Xiaobao and Editor-in-Chief Zhou.

A thousand words equals five hundred, ten thousand words equals five thousand, one million words equals five hundred thousand, and two million words equals one million.

Based on the average monthly salary of three to four hundred yuan in Hong Kong today, writing a book of two million words is equivalent to the income of a worker working non-stop for two hundred years.

The speed of making money is even faster than robbing a gold shop!

"Of course. Didn't you just see that I have already discussed this with Editor-in-Chief Zhou?"

"Tomorrow I will go to the Oriental Daily and hand him the first 200,000 words of the manuscript. Then we will sign the contract and it will be done."

Holding the girl's slender waist, Wang Xiaobao smiled and said, "As the hostess of the house, I have a gift for you."

As he said this, he took out a beauty pill and fed it to Chung Chuhong.

"Hmm, what is this? Why is it so sweet?"

The pill melted in her mouth, and Chung Chuhong only felt a sweet taste. She asked in some confusion.

"Don't worry about what it is, just think of it as a candy."

"Now that we have had enough to eat and drink, shouldn't we get down to business?"

Wang Xiaobao looked at the radiant girl.

"Hmm"

The girl whimpered shyly, and Wang Xiaobao picked her up by the waist and carried her into the bedroom.

A supernatural parallel world in the Republic of China.

Xiao Yichen was punching in the yard for more than an hour and was sweating all over.

After taking a shower, Wencai just finished preparing breakfast.

"Master, Uncle, good morning."

"Brother Wencai, good morning."

After entering the cafeteria, Xiao Yichen greeted everyone one by one.

"Hurry up and sit down to eat. After dinner, accompany your uncle to the town to buy some materials."

Looking at Xiao Yichen who walked in, Mr. Ba nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, I just need to go find Tingting and say goodbye to her."

Xiao Yichen nodded, sat down and ate his meal.

After breakfast, Xiao Yichen rode a motorcycle with the bespectacled Taoist priest to the town.

He dropped off his bespectacled master on West Street where various Yin Fu materials were sold, and rode his motorcycle straight to Ren Mansion.

"Master Xiao, you are here."

When the servants of Ren Mansion saw Xiao Yichen coming, they hurried forward to greet him.

"Well, is Tingting home?"

After parking the motorcycle in front of Ren Mansion, Xiao Yichen stepped into the mansion.

"The eldest lady is reading a book upstairs."

"Where is Lord Renshi?"

"The master is also at home, drinking tea in the living room."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

After asking, Xiao Yichen went straight to the living room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Renfa sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading an account book in his hand.

There was an abacus and pen and ink on the coffee table next to him, and it seemed that he was doing some accounting.

"Achen is here, come in quickly."

Hearing footsteps, Renfa saw that it was Xiao Yichen coming, and stood up and greeted him with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm here to look for Tingting."

Xiao Yichen explained with a smile.

"Haha, Tingting is upstairs. I'll go call him down."

Renfa smiled when he heard this, and enthusiastically pulled Xiao Yichen to sit on the sofa.

"No, no, I'll go find her upstairs."

Xiao Yichen said quickly.

"That's fine, go ahead and have lunch at home."

"I'm afraid I can't today. I came here with my uncle to buy materials. I'm going out with him for training in two days. I came here specially to say goodbye to Tingting."

"Oh? I see. That's good. Young people should really go out and see the world."

Renfa then understood Xiao Yichen's intention and stopped hesitating and let Xiao Yichen go upstairs.

Xiao Yichen went upstairs and knocked on the door of Ren Tingting's boudoir.

"Who is it? The door is not locked, come in."

"It's me."

"Ah, Brother Chen, you are here."

Seeing that the person coming was Xiao Yichen, Ren Tingting happily came forward to greet him.

Coming to the desk, Xiao Yichen flipped through her book and said, "Tingting, I came here to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye, what goodbye? Where are you going?"

Ren Tingting was stunned for a moment, grabbed his hand and asked anxiously.

"I'm going out with my uncle to gain experience and knowledge. It may take two or three months before I can come back."

Xiao Yichen held her hand with his backhand and said with a smile: "What can I achieve if I stay in Renjia Village all day long?"

"Oh, so that's how it is."

"Whether you have any future or not, I don't care."

Ren Tingting pursed her lips, hugged his arm, and looked a little unhappy.

"When I come back, I will ask Lord Ren to marry you. How about that?"

Touching her little head, Xiao Yichen said seriously.

“Oh, this is too embarrassing.”

When Ren Tingting heard this, her pretty face turned red instantly. She buried her head in his arms and dared not see anyone.

"It's settled, okay?"

Turning her little head, Xiao Yichen stared into her eyes and asked softly.

"good."

Ren Tingting's eyes flickered and she agreed softly.

The sound was so small that if Xiao Yichen's five senses had not been enhanced, he would not have been able to hear it.

"Haha, come on, give me a kiss."

Xiao Yichen laughed and kissed her excitedly.

After saying goodbye to Ren Tingting, Xiao Yichen and Taoist Four Eyes returned to the charity cemetery.

Two days later in the evening, Xiao Yichen and his uncle Four Eyes bid farewell to Master Ba and Wencai and embarked on the journey of training.

"Junior brother, be careful on the road and remember to bring Achen back as soon as possible."

Mr. Ba was a little reluctant and reminded him again.

"Junior brother, come back soon."

Wencai stood behind the Eighth Master, silently reluctant to leave.

"Brother, don't worry. I will take Ah Chen out and will definitely bring him back safe and sound."

The Taoist priest with four eyes drove the customers out of the gate of the charity cemetery and waved to Master Ba.

"Master, take care of yourself. I will be back soon."

"Brother Wencai, please take good care of Master."

Xiao Yichen also waved his hand. He did not ride the motorcycle, but left it in the charity cemetery for the Eighth Master to ride.

"Achen, let's go."

"Here I come."

After watching Siyan and Xiao Yichen leave, Mr. Ba and Wencai turned around and went back to the charity cemetery.

"Yin people are on the way, Yang people should stay away!"

Taking advantage of the night, the four-eyed Taoist priest rang the Sanqing Bell, scattered a handful of paper money, and shouted slogans.

He stood in front and rang the bell, and the customers behind him put their arms around his shoulders, one by one.

He jumped, and the customers behind him jumped too.

"Uncle Master, aren't you tired of dancing like this?"

Xiao Yichen looked at his movements and asked curiously.

"I'm tired, of course I'm tired, but if I don't dance, they won't dance either, what should I do?"

The four-eyed Taoist rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "You can't let me carry them on my back, can you?"

"Uncle Master, have you ever thought about sitting on the shoulders of the front customer and letting him take the lead in dancing?"

Xiao Yichen thought of a scene from a movie, organized his words, and asked tentatively.

"Um?"

When the Taoist priest Four Eyes heard this, his eyes widened and he stopped.

"Good boy, why didn't I think of that?"

"It has to be you. People who have studied abroad are smart."

He immediately jumped up, sat on the shoulders of the first customer, rang the bell to command it to dance, and the customers behind him followed suit.

This time it worked, and the Taoist priest Siyan was very happy.

"Uncle Master, times have changed, and we Maoshan Taoists must keep pace with the times."

Looking at Siyan and the customers jumping away, Xiao Yichen shouted and followed them.

(End of this chapter)