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Chapter 180 The Script of the Son of Luck

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"It's quite a bit of a temper..."

Zhou Zeqing held Qin Lang's palm with a warm smile on her face. The more Qin Lang showed no concern, the more indescribable joy and emotion she felt in her heart.

Nothing can make her feel better than knowing that Qin Lang is talking about right and wrong.

not give a damn about?

Drive her away?

I'm afraid that it would be that the curve on the life display device would turn into a horizontal pattern within a short time after she left.

As if she had found the meaning of her continuing to stay, the smile on Zhou Zeqing's face became more and more gentle. She grabbed Qin Lang and put her palm on her cheek, staring at his side face in a daze.

It is full of a beautiful picture of deep love and friendship.

Qiu Jiuer on the other side was looking at her heart as if she was shattered!

She was about to collapse. Seeing Zhou Zeqing's attitude of getting what he wanted, the grievances in her heart were not relieved, and the waves arose again and again.

"I...I'll go out."

First release website m.

Qiu Jiuer didn't dare to speak loudly, muttered weakly, pursed her lips, and wanted to turn around.

call……

Qin Lang's breathing became irregular, sometimes long and sometimes short, and said three good words in a row, "Okay, okay! I didn't let you go, you insist on leaving, right?"

"Pure Yang Body" runs in an instant, and the qi and blood in the whole body should have accelerated flow, but Qin Lang cuts the qi and blood above his neck, and his head is just holding it red, like a monkey's butt.

Qiu Jiuer was panicked and happy, "I'll go out to go to the bathroom, don't be excited!"

"real?!"

The operation of "Pure Yang Body" slowed down, and Qin Lang questioned.

Qiu Jiuer nodded hurriedly, "If you don't leave, I won't leave, let alone leave yours."

"Who cares? What does it have to do with me whether you are leaving or not? I can control you if my legs are on you?"

Qin Lang rolled his eyes and glanced at the other side. Seeing that it was Zhou Zeqing, he turned 90 degrees straight and looked straight at the white ceiling without saying a word.

I felt a sigh of relief.

damn it!

He almost scared him to death just now!

If you are not careful, you will be useless!

Don't mention it's so scary!

One mistake, one step is like driving someone to take this step. If you drive Qiu Jiuer away, you may be able to keep him through the subsequent process, but something big happened to Zhou Zeqing.

This beautiful professor doesn’t just talk about everything, but will keep it in his heart. If he finds a chance to escape by himself, he will still be the kind that he will never find again, and things will be very complicated!

You can't use one routine three times?

There is no matter how many things happen, let alone Zhou Zeqing next to him?

If you see any clues, "Tunna Jue" will change from a killer weapon to a dog-headed guillotine, and he will definitely be the first one to guillotine!

Fortunately, there is no danger!

Qin Lang gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

Holding the hand, Zeqing Picks Jiuer, there is no such person like me in the world!

...

After the storm subsided, a few days passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past few days, Junzi has been arranged to go out and he needs to watch something important. However, Zhou Zeqing and Qiu Jiuer have been hostile to each other since the beginning, and gradually become like saying hello when they meet.

Especially in front of Qin Lang, she whispered to Sister Zeqing and Sister Jiuer, so she was so intimate.

It can be seen that there are still some grudges between each other, but this requires a long time to be together to melt. What Qin Lang can do in a short period of time has reached its limit.

“Ah~”

Qiu Jiuer held a fruit plate, forked a peeled apple, and handed it to Qin Lang's mouth.

Qin Lang opened his mouth and chewed it, and Qiu Jiuer knew it and gently wiped his mouth with a hot towel.

On the edge of the hospital bed, Zhou Zeqing slowly flipped the script in his hand.

After watching for a while, Qin Lang turned his head and looked at Zhou Zeqing sitting next to the hospital bed, and said lightly, "What do you think of this script?"

"This Legend of the Two Dragons in the Tang Dynasty is a new script, right? I haven't heard of it before."

Zhou Zeqing murmured softly, while helping Qin Lang flip through the script, she also watched it from the side.

"Some content is a little bit low-end and tacky, but after deducting it, the plot is still excellent. If it is filmed into a TV series, I believe there will be many viewers.

But the dialogue between the characters and the description of some scenes is a bit too monotonous, but I can help to polish it a little."

The plot is strong?

Isn't that certain?

The film and television dramas filmed in this script back then were popular in Hong Kong, creating the kind of two famous film and television actors!

As for the pen, he could understand it. After all, the lucky son of entertainment has just been reborn, and the golden finger is not so bold. He is stingy. He has only written less than 30% of the content of the two dragons in the Tang Dynasty based on the gift package of the novice and the memory in his mind.

There are many plots, which are maliciously added, and there is a feeling of adding to the sarcasm.

"There is no need to polish it. I am not very interested in this script. However, this author, I think there is some potential to cultivate."

He spoke to Junzi, who was sitting opposite the hospital bed and full of surprise, "You can buy this script, just buy it out."

Junzi swallowed, his face full of bitterness, "That guy said that he would not be bought out. He only agreed to sell paper and e-book copyrights, and also obtained commissions based on the sales situation. As for other film and television copyrights, movie copyrights, game copyrights, etc., they would not sell them.

I looked into it in depth and he meant that he planned to sell these copyrights once a year after the books became popular."

"Can he still operate this way? He is so confident in his books?" Zhou Zeqing was slightly surprised.

As a professor in the department, she has also published many books on academic fields, which have been bought out by publishing houses and will only give dividends every year.

Yes! The books she published do not have the potential for film and television development, but other writers are all sold in packages, but the prices are slightly higher.

Where is there any reason to sell once a year?

Unheard of!

Qin Lang smiled indifferently, and he didn't have any confidence at all. How could he be called the son of luck in entertainment?

Besides, this book has been tested by the market. Can it be worth the price? Can the son of luck himself not know?

He was not angry, and said the same thing, "Buy out, sell it if you want to sell it. If you don't sell it, just leave a contact information for him."

"Okay! Then I'll go to negotiate now."

Junzi stood up and looked at Qin Lang lying on the hospital bed, full of admiration.

I sighed even more in my heart,

Niu wow! Niu wow!

He is worthy of being a young master. With just this kind of operation, the military officers have to learn a lot!

If possible, he would want to pay his salary. I wonder if he could ask the young master to open a paid tutoring class for him?

Manager Zhang has been separated for a long time, and to be honest, I still miss it a little.
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