"Uh, Mr. Shen, I'm sorry, I was delayed for a while because of something else."
"It's okay, it's okay, I haven't been waiting." After Shen Jian said this, he wanted to slap himself. Isn't this because there is no silver in this place?
"What you just said about adapting the sketch..."
"Do you agree? Please rest assured that we will definitely pay you."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "This is not important. I just want to ask you if you have any ideas about changing this novel into a sketch."
idea……
Shen Jian was stunned for a moment. He did have some ideas, but they were just fragments of ideas that flashed in his mind, and it was difficult to organize them into words.
"This is Mr. Vegetative State of fifth grade..."
"My surname is Zhang, and my bow is Zhang. Each name is important, and the weight is important."
"Oh, Mr. Zhang, I asked Editor Li your name before, and he said it was not convenient to reveal it. I thought you didn't want to tell me."
"It's fine."
"Well, it's like this, Mr. Zhang. I just read this novel this morning, so although I have some ideas now, they are not yet mature. But don't worry, I will try my best to create a perfect script, and I guarantee that it will not be humiliated. This novel belongs to you." Shen Jian vowed.
"I have an idea..."
Zhang Chong laughed and told Shen Jian roughly what he had seen in his previous life, "I'm Just Like Me".
After hearing this in a daze, Shen Jian's thighs trembled, "Wonderful!"
Isn't it wonderful? Although the story of "Chameleon" was originally relatively simple, it was an outdoor scene after all, involving many characters, and it was impossible to completely move it to the stage. There was also the biting dog, which was really impossible to realize.
When Shen Jian was thinking about it just now, he even thought about using people to play the roles of dogs.
But when Zhang Zhong said this, he realized, yes, what he wanted was the essence of this novel, and what is the essence of this novel? Isn't it the essence of a chameleon that adapts to the wind?
If you arrange it according to what Zhang Zhong just said, there is no need to consider the fit between the sketch and the stage, because there are very few characters involved and very few props used.
"Mr. Zhang, have you already thought of the script for the skit?" Shen Jian said in surprise.
"Just a few thoughts, I hope it's useful to you." Zhang Zhong said.
"It's useful...Teacher Zhang, what do you mean-" Shen Jian nodded repeatedly on the other end of the phone, and then suddenly realized something.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Well, I probably agree with the adaptation, but we still need to discuss the specific details."
Shen Jian was overjoyed, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely pay you... If you are willing to be the screenwriter, we will also pay you an additional screenwriting fee."
He did not shy away from talking about money, but talked very openly with Zhang Zhong about remuneration. He really wanted Zhang Zhong to be the screenwriter, after all, he was very optimistic about the idea Zhang Zhong just mentioned.
"There is no need for screenwriters. I will give you 10,000 yuan as compensation and give you a non-exclusive right to adapt."
Shen Jian didn't shy away from it, and Zhang Zhong himself certainly wouldn't be hesitant and directly quoted the price of 10,000 yuan.
There are two types of copyright adaptation authorization, one is the exclusive adaptation right, and the other is the non-exclusive adaptation right.
Exclusive adaptation rights means that within the term of the agreement, Zhang Zhong hands over the adaptation rights to Shen Jian, which can only be owned by Shen Jian, and Zhang Zhong cannot grant the adaptation rights to anyone else.
The non-exclusive adaptation rights are different. After Zhang Zhong has granted the copyright to Shen Jian, he can still grant it to other people.
"Okay, I have no objection to this condition. You are also from Jiangyang. If it is convenient, give me your address. I will go to you in a moment. I will bring the contract with me and we will sign the contract in person." Shen Jian explain.
Zhang Zhong thought for a while and said, "Well, you go to the Jiujiu Cafe at the intersection of Tianbu East Road and Daoxiang Road. I'll wait for you there."
He was talking about a small coffee shop near his home that has been open for some years. It is said to be a coffee shop, but in fact it sells fast food, milk tea, etc. There are relatively few people who actually go to drink coffee. It sounds like selling sheep over dogs. .
"Well, okay, I'm right here in the government district. If you drive there... I checked, and it only takes ten minutes, so I'll be there in about two hours. I'll call you when I get there."
"Well, okay."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry at all. The cafe was just outside the community. When Shen Jian arrived and called, it would not be too late for him to go down.
There was still time, so Zhang Zhong sat in front of the computer and continued writing "No Survival".
This book is not long, and it is just over 100,000 words translated into Chinese. Zhang Zhong wrote it in English at this time, which is actually about the same.
The charm of "No Survival" is very strong. Even if the book is already in Zhang Zhong's mind, he will still be attracted by the content in the book after typing out the words.
Grandma (Agatha) is really a master at writing stories. What I have to say is that in addition to her meticulous and attractive stories, her writing is also amazing.
She has a brain full of good stories, and her words can serve these stories very well, giving them a gorgeous coat.
The sound of typing echoed in the room. Zhang Zhong was very dissatisfied with the keyboard in front of him. He felt like he was using a typewriter from decades ago. The confrontation between his fingers and the keys was too strong.
He would always get lost in work, only to be brought back to reality with sore fingers.
The keyboard must be replaced when the royalties come back. Zhang Zhong gritted his teeth and thought... maybe the computer also needs to be replaced. Now his computer is so old that it takes several minutes to turn it on.
The embarrassment of life can often distract people, even a former billionaire like Zhang Zhong cannot avoid it.
Zhang Zhong himself didn't know how long he had been writing, and the pain in his fingers was almost gone. The phone on the table rang. It was an unfamiliar number, but Zhang Zhong guessed that Shen Jian had arrived.
When the call was connected, it turned out to be Shen Jian. He said that he had arrived at Jiujiu Cafe, but Zhang Zhong was nowhere to be seen, and Zhang Zhong asked him to wait for him for a while.
After quickly going downstairs and out of the community gate, Zhang Zhong arrived at Jiujiu Cafe within fifty meters of the turn.
The owner of the cafe is a fifty-year-old man, and there is a cashier who must be his daughter. Zhang Zhong has been here several times before and has greeted the boss, but after so many years, it is impossible for the boss to still remember him.
Jiujiu Cafe is very small. Although it has two floors, it is hollow in the middle. There is a staircase to go up. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, you can have an unobstructed view of the upstairs and downstairs.
Because it was not a holiday, the business in the cafe was not very good at around three o'clock in the afternoon, with only two or three people in total.
At a glance, Zhang Zhong saw a man wearing a white T-shirt on the first floor. He looked to be in his early thirties, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes looked like they had been pulled out with rubber bands.