Lao Wang has participated in many meetings, large and small, and to be honest, he is now familiar with them, and there is no need to be anxious or excited at all.
But at this moment, he was wearing a crisp suit that had been recently made—in fact, he had been hesitating between Tang suits for a long time.
But Mathematician Chen made the final decision, saying that a suit makes you look elegant and youthful, and gives you depth at first glance, so it’s better to wear a suit.
Lao Wang was so happy that he believed it.
What he doesn't know is that Mathematician Chen often goes to the park to play Tai Chi recently, and the old men in the team are basically dressed in Tang suits——
Tired of seeing it.
In short, in the field of online literature, Lao Wang's own pride and sense of accomplishment are simply overwhelming.
So the one who came with me was Lao Wu——
There's nothing you can do about it, right?
He is a little older and gave birth to children early, and the children got married and had children early - now, the great-grandson is living with his parents in other places, and he is almost the same age as Xiaopang.
When I came here today, it was the son of the old Wu family next door who drove me here.
After all, Lao Wu hasn't shown off enough at home.
As expected of old enemy Lao Wu, it hurts my heart when I open my mouth:
"Look at you, what's the use of being active in everything you do to have children and get married? Now the children are flying far away, and I have to help my son to even attend the annual party!"
Lao Wang snorted arrogantly, like a black swan by the school lake——
"narrow!"
"Is it difficult to have a child and have to serve you every day? What kind of old thinking?"
He was obviously riding in someone else’s car, but he was unwilling to accept his feelings easily, and now he still said:
"Your son has such a troublesome and restless father like you, and his hair will turn gray from worry."
Xiao Wu, who was innocently being cued in front:...
He glanced at the rearview mirror. If he hadn't been holding the steering wheel now, he would have been tempted to touch the few white hairs that had just sprouted on the back of his head.
"cough."
Fortunately, he is sensible and quickly reconciles the situation:
"Uncle Wang, please don't irritate my dad - it's fate. We've known each other our whole lives. As we approach old age, you two can write a story and get together!"
"It's really...fate!"
Xiao Wu's literary attainments are obviously not as high as those of his father. At this moment, when the language is organized, it can only be summed up in the word "fate".
But this sentence just brought the two old people's minds back to the main point.
The car was driving in slow traffic, and Lao Wang coughed dryly: "Old man Wu, how much did you sell the copyright for this year?"
To say that the stall of Dream Weaver Literature Network is big and its arms are stretched out long, it even established its own company.
The company found an editor who didn't know where to find it, and he had a lot of contacts. Even if he just wrote a book, he still had different copyrights.
Publishing copyright, traditional Chinese copyright, audio copyright, film and television copyright (this area is divided into TV series and movies), animation copyright...
In short.
The editorial department has many rules and regulations. Regardless of whether anyone buys it, the copyright must be broken down first.
What Lao Wang is selling this year is simplified and traditional Chinese publishing and animation copyrights. It is said that the company intends to collect the film and television copyrights from the copyright department, and is still negotiating.
He thought, no matter where he is, he should always look at his performance——
If my total copyright fee this year is higher than that of Lao Wu, if I have to give a speech or take a photo or something that year, I will definitely be in a better position than Lao Wu.
It doesn’t have to be too good, just make a few mistakes.
Because of this, Lao Wang felt secretly happy for a long time just thinking about it.
Old Wu also smiled and said: "Why, are you thinking about good things? I can tell you that our subscription results this year are not guaranteed to be in the top three - you said that if you have the best results on the
Young man, once we talk about it, we are still old men who specialize in this research——"
He snorted coldly: "I'm just asking you, are you embarrassed?"
Is it a shame?
Is it a shame?
How embarrassing!
But who is Lao Wang?
If you think about this to yourself, you will definitely feel uncomfortable in your heart.
But it was Lao Wu who said it. What does this prove? This proves that Lao Wu himself has stage fright.
Oh, you are still not as good as me!
With this proud attitude, he didn't mention how beautiful he was, but instead became more and more grand:
"We have learned about Taoism successively, and we specialize in art. We are older, and we do study this field - but in the final analysis, online literature, young people understand the essence best. If you can't compare, you can't compare."
"There are so many talented people in the world today. When I meet those on the best-seller list, I have to go up and ask for advice!"
Xiao Wu, the tool driver at the front, couldn't hold it back anymore and burst into laughter with a "poof" sound. He was so angry that his father, Old Wu, almost stared him through!
Xiao Wu saw it in the rearview mirror and quickly calmed down:
"Dad, don't put too much burden on yourself. I think Uncle Wang has a good attitude on this point -"
Before he finished speaking, Old Wu became even more angry——
If he, Lao Wang, were No. 1, his tail would have been raised to the sky by now!
But he is not!
No, he's showing off his hypocrisy again - and his stupid son, who is dozens of years old and still doesn't understand other people's words!
Why, do you think I am not broad-minded enough to fight with the young people at the top of the best-selling list?
well!
That old Wu!
In this life, I will lose because I am too noble and too thin-skinned!
Lao Wu suddenly fell into the self-pity and self-harm of "I am sober when the whole world is drunk".
…
at the same time.
In the office, Wang Qinghe finally confirmed: "You really don't want to go on stage?"
Ding Wei shook her head repeatedly:
"No, no, I still have to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and I still have to stay under Lao Wang for a few years..."
If it were revealed at this time that Lao Wang was serving a job in his own company——
Simply.
Ding Wei couldn't even imagine how embarrassed she felt.
Of course, Lao Wang is not that kind of person - but the problem is, she is embarrassed!
Wang Qinghe laughed wildly:
"Hahaha!"
"Ding Wei, your professor is your nemesis! How many times have you fallen into someone's hands?"
He proudly touched the small mole at the end of his eye:
"You deserve it! It makes you uneasy and you want to divert people from trouble to others by introducing people to the website to write books..."
Ding Wei looked at the person in charge, who was already in his 30s but still as relaxed as a teenager, expressionlessly.
come.
Aren’t they just hurting each other?
She didn't seem to hear Wang Qinghe's sarcasm, and turned over the flow chart on the table seriously:
"By the way, I specifically communicated with them that [Kunpeng] must not be missing from this copyright signing."
Ding Wei's smile was like a devil: "After all, the company has only been established for two years, and its copyright output is already famous in the industry, not to mention the first person in the copyright of online literature and animation..."
"After all, this year's CCTV children's program, "Sea Adventure", is quite popular!"
Wang Qinghe's smile froze.
Kunpeng, a signed author of Dreamweaver Literature Network, whose original name is Wang Qinghe.
His representative work: "My Life in the Ocean" (currently being serialized).
CCTV Children's Program bought the animation copyright of "My Life in the Ocean" and jointly developed "Adventures in the Ocean". Once the animation was broadcast, it was widely praised...
