Whether the audience likes it or not will only be known after it is broadcast, but if the TV station wants to buy this drama, it will have to pay a high price!
However, whether Tianjiao’s drama makes money or not, what does it have to do with Wen Ying?
Does it mean that after making money, we have to share some of it with the screenwriter... Deng Shangwei felt something was wrong.
"Uncle, I'm telling you a secret. I invested 500,000 yuan in Tianjiao's drama! How could I not go to promote the drama? Whether the selling price is high or not, it affects how much return I get!"
Chen Ru and Wen Dongrong didn't know about this. Wen Ying had been holding it in for a long time and was very willing to tell Deng Shangwei.
Deng Shangwei was stunned.
"What did you say? You invested 500,000 yuan. Where did you get 500,000 yuan?"
Deng Shangwei was quite familiar with Wen Ying's financial situation. He had been supplying goods to "Shrimp King" and knew that all the money earned by "Shrimp King" was used to set up the company.
Didn’t Wen Ying use the money she earned as a screenwriter to buy a used car for Wen Dongrong?
Deng Shangwei personally helped buy that second-hand Peugeot car, and it cost more than 40,000 yuan to go through the formalities!
"That's my pay as a screenwriter."
The script I wrote independently sold for 500,000.
He helped revise Zhang Guangzhen's script and received another 100,000 yuan.
After Li Mengjiao got the endorsement, Yuan Fenghui also gave her a bonus of 50,000 yuan.
Plus the current part-time salary of 3,000 yuan per month.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that "Tianjiao Film and Television" was like a docile and cute sheep. If she stroked it a little, Wen Ying would drop some money. If she stroked it again, she would drop more money. Wen Ying believed that her happy uncle Deng Shangwei, who stroked the sheep, would definitely understand.
Wen Ying was very excited, but Deng Shangwei looked confused.
Is being a screenwriter paid that much?!
"Have you told your parents about this..."
Deng Shangwei asked cautiously, and the uneasy feeling in his heart grew into a huge ball.
"Of course not. Uncle, you're the first one to know about this. Are you touched?"
move?
——I dare not move!
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