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Chapter 20 Follow-up (Part 1)

“Dingling bell…Dingling bell…”

"Hello! Hello?" Mei Qian endured her headache and answered the phone reluctantly.

"Hello, are you the writer Mei Qian?"

"Well, it's me, who are you?" A strange man's voice came from the phone. Mei Qian frowned slightly and asked again.

"I'm Chen Liang from the Spark Entertainment Operations Department. I'm sorry, did I disturb your rest?"

"It's okay, I got up too." Mei Qian yawned and said strangely: "Operations...how do you know my personal mobile phone number? Shouldn't this kind of thing go through my assistant?"

"I heard that your assistant was injured and hospitalized, so I got your contact information through a friend. I hope you won't be offended! That's it. Our company has a big project that invites you to cooperate. Are you interested?

"

Project? Mei Qian suddenly sat up from the bed: "What project? Is it a variety show or a film and television? An original script or an adaptation?"

"We are preparing to invest in a movie and would like to invite you to participate in the creation of the script."

"Script..." Mei Qian lost all interest at once. He has never been interested in this kind of proposition composition. The main reason is that there are many constraints and requirements. If he meets a director who likes to randomly change the script and add scenes, it will be successful, just in case.

It's a bad movie, and the screenwriter needs to be scolded as well.

He was about to refuse, but the next sentence on the other side was: "For this project, in addition to giving you 5% of the investment amount as the screenwriting fee, we will also give you 10% of the box office share. You see

How about it?"

Is there such a good thing? Mei Qian was stunned, and after thinking for a while, he said: "What kind of movie? What are the specific creative requirements?" In fact, the specific matters should be discussed in person, but he was really curious about what he had that made him worthy of the other party.

Such a great benefit.

Then, he suddenly had the urge to throw down the phone: "No project has been approved yet, but the movie must be about tomb robbing. If you are not interested in writing a script and just put your name on it, we can count it as your work, but the title should focus on it.

Obviously it was adapted from your own experience. Mr. Mei’s current popularity is of great operational value. The movie we collaborate on will definitely be a big hit. By then... Hello? Hello? Mr. Mei..."

Mei Qian hung up neatly, cursing in his mind, "Grave robbery? Have you experienced it yourself? Who is this person? I'm not unlucky enough, am I?"

The phone rang again soon. When he saw the incoming call, he decisively blocked it.

The room was finally quiet and sleepiness was completely gone.

He got out of bed, and was accustomed to folding the quilt into tofu pieces. He was stunned for a moment before he threw the quilt on the bed, and then walked into the bathroom while stroking the short, fluffy hair on his head.

By the time assistant Maomao rang the doorbell, Mei Qian had already cleaned herself up.

"I drank so much last night, I thought you couldn't get up!" Maomao looked at the neatly dressed Mei Qian in surprise.

"Well, I can't sleep!" The latter did not mention the phone call just now, but took the bag from her hand, opened it and looked at it. It was his favorite Xiaolongbao: "Next time, you don't have to run so far.

Isn’t it better to go buy breakfast and just place an order for takeout?”

"How can it be faster than buying takeout by yourself?" Maomao smiled and changed his shoes, grabbed the bag again, pulled him to the coffee table, and began to distribute the tableware: "Eat quickly, it's still hot."

In order to celebrate my regained freedom, I had a big drink with my friends last night and didn't eat anything at all. I was hungry at this time.

So Mei Qian didn't care about scalding it, so she ate one bun for two mouthfuls and ate it quickly.

Maomao was more ladylike, sipping the soy milk slowly, and her big bright eyes would curve into a crescent shape from time to time, and she would glance at the person sitting opposite her intentionally or unintentionally.

Mei Qian finished the buns and drank the soy milk in two mouthfuls. As if Maomao's gaze didn't exist, she leaned back on the sofa and pressed the remote control to watch TV.

I don’t know if it was due to the Da Huan Dan, but the girl was in a coma for a whole day after coming out of the underground. The doctor originally asked her to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation, but the day before yesterday she heard that he had been released, and she wanted to go home.

In the past two days, I got up early every day to buy him breakfast, and my attitude towards him was also very different from the past, especially the inquiring eyes, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

Mei Qian had some doubts as to whether Maomao knew about secretly feeding her the medicine, but no matter how she tried to test her, the girl always acted cute and said nothing.

"Has anyone contacted you recently?" Mei Qian asked proactively as he changed channels boredly.

Maomao's assistant is mainly responsible for communicating with the outside world, and there are very few direct contacts like this morning.

A prison sentence did not have much impact on Mei Qian's main business, but the variety shows and IP adaptations that he had contacted before have not made any progress. Not to mention missing a large part of his income, he wanted to rely on being on camera to gain popularity.

Even the most worthwhile methods fell into disrepair.

Speaking of work, Maomao's expression became serious: "No, do you want me to take the initiative to call and ask?"

"No, getting on the pole is not a business. Besides, I plan to retreat to finish the book on hand and won't go out recently." Mei Qian still felt that he should be more low-key recently. He paused and smiled again: "I had a false alarm before.

I'll give you a period of vacation, put down your work, and have fun. Otherwise, your mother will always nag you that you are too busy and have no time to fall in love."

Maomao was stunned and pouted dissatisfied: "My mother called you to come here?"

"Old people, they are all like this." Mei Qian couldn't help but think of the troubled days when her parents urged her to go on a blind date when she just graduated from college. Sure enough, different worlds, the same kind of mother. A feeling of melancholy arose in her heart, but in the past it was so

Over the years, he gradually got used to living alone.

"Then why don't you get married? You are several years older than me!" Maomao pouted dissatisfied.

"I haven't met the right one. Besides, I don't have anyone to care about me!" Mei Qian raised his eyebrows and looked like he was gloating. He paused, then suppressed his smile and said seriously: "By the way, maybe in the next two days

There will be a new assistant, a little brother I know from the detention center, and you will take care of him when the time comes."

"You are in your current state, why should you hire a new assistant? Will it be useful?" Maomao widened his eyes in confusion and asked in surprise: "A prisoner in the detention center or a prison guard?"

"Prisoner, he's a nice guy. He's about the same age as you. We should have a lot in common." Mei Qian blinked: "The key is, you will feel particularly safe when you are around him."

Maomao: "..."

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After giving Maomao a holiday, Mei Qian really plans to retreat into coding.

But when I saw the messy book reviews in the background, I couldn't cheer up.

The more he went back and forth, the more speechless he became, and finally decided not to write today, but to play games instead.

Unconsciously, it got into the afternoon, and he was scolded as a primary school student on the voice platform. The slanderous words of the handicapped gangsters continued, but he didn't care. Just as he was about to start another round, the phone rang again.

When I picked him up, it turned out to be Police Officer Zhang Yu.

This guy owed him two big meals, so he asked him to meet at the Northeastern restaurant in front of the community.

Cursing secretly for being stingy, but not eating for free, it was boring anyway, so Mei Qian put on his coat and baseball cap and went out.

Maybe I didn't read the almanac, so everything went wrong today.

As soon as I left the community, I was surrounded by reporters squatting there.

Mei Qian was dazzled by a large flash of light and was speechless.

These guys are so free to hang out with celebrities and "big names"?

As a book writer, I am not even considered a star, so how can I get the popularity?

"Mr. Mei Qian, although you have been freed from suspicion, Qin Sen, the captain of the Xiadu Criminal Police Detachment, claimed on his personal Weibo that he would continue to investigate this case. What do you think?"

Is this over yet? There is no evidence, and the investigation is useless.

Thoughts? I dare to think but don’t dare to do it. If I really act according to my thoughts, I will really become a criminal, and the death penalty will be considered light.

Mei Qian: "Is this happening? I haven't paid much attention to the news these past two days. I'll wait until I have time to read it."

"Mr. Mei, will you apply for state compensation?"

"I have submitted the application. As for the compensation, I will donate it all after I get it." Mei Qian thought it was better to deal with it.

"Mr. Mei? You were exempted from prosecution this time. Do you think you will be so lucky next time?"

"Thank you to the justice of the law for clearing me from suspicion. In addition, I reiterate that I have a clear conscience and have never done anything illegal. Friends from all walks of life are welcome to supervise me," Mei Qian solemnly replied.

"Mr. Mei, I heard that you were able to successfully escape from danger underground in Xinglin Mountain after beating several people in the detention center. Is it because you are a master of tomb robberies and have special skills?"

"You've read too many novels. It's just luck that we came out." Mei Qian frowned.

"Mr. Mei, you are lucky enough to be free. Do you feel guilty?"

"Mei Qian..."

If Mei Qian didn't answer, he lowered the brim of his hat and rushed out of the crowd...


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