"Okay, after Nana's chemotherapy is over, let's go home and have a look. Because I have been with you, I haven't returned to my hometown for several years. My mother and the others said I've been telling me for a long time."

After complaining a few times that I hadn't been home for several years, Zhang Luoluo looked at Han Qingjun and asked again, "By the way, the copyright of the silly dog ​​Bacda is now asked, but the price is a bit too low. The other party has issued three million in the game copyright, the copyright of the comics is only two million, and the copyright of the film and television copyrights is only five million. Do you think we should leave it for them or sell them all??"

"The reason why the stupid tiger Kabat is attracted to me is very popular and is very suitable for film and television, so the copyright is so high. The quality of the stupid dog Bakda is slightly worse, so the price is very small and normal. Some people buy it and sell it with a little price increase. It is useless to keep it for us." Knowing that Zhang Luoluo is because the sky-high copyright of the stupid tiger Kabat, he looked down on the price of the millions, so Han Qingjun directly reached out and pinched her face, and smiled and asked her to sell it.

"Okay, I'll find some time to contact the other party these days, and then I'll sell the copyright of the stupid dog Bacda."

After nodding and agreeing to sell the copyright of the silly Dog Bacda, Zhang Luoluo asked Han Qingjun if there were any other novels; "By the way, besides these two novels, do you have any other novels?"

"I can't chew too much, and my novels are not really well written. The big reason why they are so popular is that I am very popular now. If I continue to write novels like this, everyone will say that I want money, so we have to stop when we see it." Han Qingjun remembers only these two stories, but he didn't want to say that he was gone in front of Zhang Luoluo, so he could only talk about being rude and not being greedy.

Hearing Han Qingjun saying that he would not write novels, Zhang Luoluo nodded after thinking about it, and said, "Other people's tomb robbery notes for ten years. I think you can also take a rest for ten years and then write new novels to sell them. Six hundred million in ten years is enough for us to live a good life."

"We can't just sit there and spend the rest of the money. Although we are very rich now, we have 50 or 60 billion yuan in total, we'd better have a job that belongs to us, otherwise it will be troublesome if we become lazy. After we come back to our hometown and come back, I'll go find a security guard job." Han Qingjun is a casual person. What he wanted most in his previous life was to earn enough money he spent all his life, and then find a security guard job to pass the time.

Hearing Han Qingjun's words, Zhang Luoluo was stunned for a moment, then she laughed with sobs, "You want to learn from the rich people in Guangdong wearing slippers, shorts, white shirts, but they hold a low-key life of hundreds of millions in their hands, right?"

Han Qingjun really wanted to tell Zhang Luoluo that his soul was actually a native of Guangdong, but he couldn't, because his body was a noble and authentic noble.

So he could only pursed his lips, held Zhang Luoluo's hand and stood up and said, "Let's go, I've had enough rest. I haven't seen our Nana for several days. Let's go to the hospital to see Nana..."

"Nana is chemotherapy now, and she is a little thin. She has already told her parents that she is not allowed to visit her. Are you sure we really want to visit her??"
Chapter completed!