When Zhang Zhong was scanning the store, Shen Jian also saw him, raised his hand and greeted him softly.
In fact, Shen Jian has never met Zhang Zhong, and he doesn't know what Zhang Zhong looks like. He just guessed it from the look in his eyes.
Zhang Jian nodded, confirming that the "crow's feet" were those of Shen Jian.
In fact, ordinary people may not notice Shen Jian's crow's feet, but he is wearing a peaked cap and a mask. Zhang Zhong naturally noticed him at a glance, but the most obvious thing left on his face is the crow's feet. .
Zhang Zhong said to the counter, "A cup of Pu'er tea and a plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cake."
This restaurant’s brown sugar glutinous rice cake is a signature snack, and most regular customers will order one. It’s strange that for a cafe that doesn’t sell much coffee, its signature is brown sugar glutinous rice cake.
The boss, Ni Yongqiang, glanced at Zhang Zhong who was walking inside. He was a little surprised that this man looked a little unfamiliar and a little familiar at the same time, but he did not forget to reply, "Okay, wait a moment."
Then he turned to his daughter and said, "You make the tea and bring it over, and I'll make the glutinous rice cakes."
Zhang Zhong walked up to Shen Jian. Shen Jian looked around, then took off his mask and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, please forgive me. I have no choice but to dress up like this."
"It's okay. It's understandable. If you feel unsafe, you can put the mask back on. I have no problem with it," Zhang Zhong said.
"It's okay." Anyway, there weren't many people in the store now, so as long as he didn't show off, no one would be able to recognize him.
"Did you bring the contract?"
Shen Jian nodded and took out two pieces of paper from his briefcase, "Because it is a non-exclusive adaptation rights authorization, the regulations are not complicated. It is all here, in duplicate. You can take a look first."
Zhang Zhong took over the contract. He had never seen an adaptation rights authorization agreement before, but the terms on it were few and easy to understand, and the meaning was clearly written.
Nanhuai Fengsha Cultural Development Company has obtained the non-exclusive rights to adapt "Chameleon", and it is limited to sketch creation, excluding film, animation and other adaptations. The authorization period is ten years.
In fact, there is no fixed template for the adaptation rights grant agreement. The key lies in how the two parties negotiate. As long as the scope of adaptation and the grant time are written down, there will be no problem.
Zhang Zhong read the contract carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he extended his hand to Shen Jian and said, "Have you brought a pen?"
Shen Jian quickly took out a pen and said, "Here you go."
Taking the pen, Zhang Zhong signed his name on it. Since he didn't have an official seal, he pressed his fingerprint with red clay.
Taking the signed contract from Zhang Zhong, Shen Jian smiled broadly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were folded away like a folding fan. Then he also signed his name on the contract and returned one copy to Zhang Zhong. Heavy.
"We each have one, please keep this."
After putting the contract away, Shen Jian thought of something again and asked Zhang Zhong: "Mr. Zhang, do you really not think about becoming a screenwriter? What you told me this morning inspired me a lot. Since you already have Thinking of it, why not do it yourself?"
"No need, I don't know much about sketches either." Zhang Chong said with a smile. Although he was smiling on the outside, he felt regretful in his heart. After all, he still had money to get as a screenwriter, but he couldn't get the money now because he didn't have any money. I don’t know how to write a script.
It would be too revealing, so it's better to refuse.
"That's such a pity, but don't worry, Mr. Zhang, when the script comes out, your name will be in the screenwriter column. After all, the idea is still yours," Shen Jian said.
"It doesn't matter. By the way, where will your skit be performed?" Zhang Zhong then remembered that he had never understood this matter from beginning to end.
Shen Jian said, "It is the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala of Nanhuai Satellite TV. Although it is a satellite TV, it is our hometown TV station after all, so I don't dare to be careless. I have been tinkering with the previous script for two months, but I always feel that there are some problems. Fortunately, I let I saw Chameleon, otherwise I would just have to make do with it.”
"Oh, it's Nanhuai TV."
Nanhuai Provincial Satellite TV is not top-notch among the national satellite TVs, but it can still be ranked among the top few.
CCTV is not interested in hosting events like the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, but provincial satellite TV stations are putting their best efforts.
This time, several satellite TV stations were secretly competing with each other. Among them, Xiangnan TV focused on singing and dancing and invited many singing and dancing stars, while Nanhuai TV had to find another way to become famous in language programs, which happened to be the Nanhuai Fengsha Culture where Shen Jian was located. The Development Co., Ltd. is located in this province, so we invited them here on a first-come-first-served basis.
"Then I wish you good luck with your performance."
Shen Jian smiled and said, "Now that I have a new script, I have full confidence."
After chatting for a few more words, Shen Jian stood up and said goodbye, "Teacher Zhang, I am pressed for time now and cannot stay with you any longer. I will stop by to say thank you after this period of time is over."
After Shen Jian left, Zhang Zhong was holding a cup of tea and drinking it slowly by himself. It was still a while before Pengpeng finished school, and he wasn't ready to go home. He just spent time here and then went directly to pick her up.
Making brown sugar glutinous rice cake takes time. It was not until after Shen Jian left that the boss came over with a plate and said, "Handsome, your brown sugar glutinous rice cake."
When the food was served, Ni Yongqiang took a closer look at Zhang Zhong's face, but he couldn't remember who it was.
It was strange, Ni Yongqiang shook his head, why couldn't he remember it?
Zhang Zhong didn't know what Ni Yongqiang was thinking. He was concentrating on the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cake in front of him. He hadn't eaten it for more than five years. After eating it, the feeling from five years ago came back to his taste buds, but he felt that something was missing. I quickly took a sip of tea.
The aroma and bitterness of the tea blended with the soft, glutinous and sweet taste of the brown sugar glutinous rice cake, creating a unique taste. This was a complete taste bud memory, which suddenly brought Zhang Zhong back to the time and space of five years ago.
The meaning of food is often not only to satisfy the appetite, but also to accompany time nodes through which people can go back in time.
After finishing the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of him with tea, his phone vibrated with a message indicating that 10,000 yuan had been transferred to his bank account.
This should be the reward from Shen Jian, who had just given him his bank account number.
Although Zhang Zhong's royalties last month were more than 100,000 yuan, they have not yet arrived. Now, 10,000 yuan is the only income he has received.
Collecting money must be a happy thing, especially for Zhang Zhong now.
Before he came here, he was still thinking about changing his keyboard to a computer, but after he got the money, he forgot about changing his keyboard, computer, and mobile phone.
Pengpeng has grown a bit taller during this time, and there are not many clothes to wear anymore, and the old clothes are not very good-looking. After thinking about it, he thinks he should buy some clothes for Pengpeng first.
Oh, and he didn’t forget that Pengpeng wanted to learn painting.
"Boss, here's another brown sugar glutinous rice cake to be packed."