Chapter 10

After finishing his sentence, Tang Zhun started to modify the introduction on the book page, mainly to create a group and write down the number for readers to contact him conveniently.

While making the changes, Tang Zhun noticed several new rewards, all from Alliance Leaders, and there were seven in total.

All from unfamiliar names, begging for contact information.

Tang Zhun felt relieved; it seemed that Wang Shiliang was indeed not the second person to feel the Dao韵 (Dao韵 is a term that doesn't have a direct English translation, but it can be understood as a profound or mystical quality). It was just that ordinary people couldn't afford such a prominent reward. However, in the more developed 2010, an ordinary person could still afford to give a thousand yuan as a reward, which was absolutely possible.

After some thought, Tang Zhun revised the introduction again, adding a sentence: "Readers who want to join the group can make a reward once, then take a screenshot to join the group, but only once, no more rewards."

These people were extraordinary, and perhaps they had already developed a unique perception of him. Sometimes, certain words were not suitable for ordinary people to hear.

So, he added some restrictions.

Although it might be a bit frustrating, it was still better to add them.

After clicking to modify, his phone rang again.

"Mr. Wen, are you Wen Yizai? I'm Cang Hai from Qihang."

A voice with an indescribable tone came from the phone, and it was actually Editor Cang Hai?

Tang Zhun hummed and then asked, "Mr. Cang, why didn't you contact me through QQ and instead called me?"

"..."

In Donghai City, Zhang Lezhao almost fainted from anger. Do you have the nerve to ask? I, the editor who is seen as aloof by hundreds or even thousands of authors, have sent you so many messages without any response.

If I could contact you online, why would I make a long-distance call? Do you think long-distance calls are free? I'm not a tycoon or a god, just a small editor.

"Mr. Wen, didn't you say there wouldn't be any more surprises? Your current book is too hot, and it has attracted a lot of attention. The website has already communicated with Mr. Chou, hoping to calm things down..."

After complaining, Cang Hai said strangely, "Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, Ye Shuihan is another friend. I didn't tell him before, and I didn't expect him to get involved."

Zhang Lezhao felt like he had been hit by a million attacks.

He was sure that these rewards would still be split between the website and Wen Yizai. Even if those friends gave him money as a gift, the website would still earn tens of thousands from it. Damn, what kind of friends are you? Can you throw away tens of thousands of yuan like it's paper?

How can I, an editor who works hard for my hobby and stays up all night, feel about this?

No wonder, no wonder Mr. Chou's post caused such a huge reaction. It's not that we hate the rich, but without comparison, there is no pain. With comparison and pain, it just feels bad!

"I just talked to Ye Shuihan, and he won't reward anymore. That's how it is," Tang Zhun, who hadn't sensed the resentment on the other side, naturally repeated the story.

"Spit~"

Zhang Lezhao, once again hit hard, hung up the phone, spitting.

"Damn, these second-generation kids are really infuriating. Do they have to be so arrogant? I need a few days to calm down before I can talk to him again."

In the office, after Zhang Lezhao hung up and complained, the voice of the chief editor, Yang Jian, came from not far behind, "Lezhao, your wish won't come true. This is what happened: just now, the CEO of Guanghai Film and Television, Mr. Wang, called and said he is Ye Shuihan. He wants to consult the website about Wen Yizai and his book 'I'm Not Joking.' He's interested in buying the film and television adaptation rights, and Guanghai Film and Television is willing to pay a high price."

As these words landed, the office was filled with the sound of overturned desks and chairs.

"Drunk, Mr. Hu, are you joking?"

"That broken book, with its few ten thousand words and a terrifyingly bland plot, even though the current wave of criticism seems to be orchestrated, I, as an editor, see no literary or commercial value. Is this how the second generation plays?"

"Even mutual praise has its limits! Mr. Wang, the CEO of Guanghai, is a major company in our Donghai City, with several second-tier domestic artists and a few who are a bit past their prime. Is Guanghai really interested in the adaptation rights? For that book?"

...

The editors weren't trying to get drunk; how could the adaptation rights for that broken book come so soon?

Currently, the trend of adapting domestic online novels into films and TV series is growing, but it's mostly for female-oriented or a few male-oriented novels. Many urban gods in the industry haven't encountered this yet.

As the exclamations and exclamations rose, Yang Jian also felt depressed, "I'm not joking... No, I'm not talking about the book's title, I'm not joking about what Mr. Wang from Guanghai Film and Television said."

His shout didn't maintain the authority of Mr. Hu, and the editors burst into laughter halfway through.

Why suddenly say it's not about the book's title?

The editors suddenly felt that this book title by Wen Yizai would indeed cause a lot of laughter in many situations. If his book became more popular in the future, the laughter would only increase.

Yang Jian's face turned green, and he waved at Zhang Lezhao, "Contact that guy, just understand my meaning."

Zhang Lezhao opened his mouth and picked up the phone again. He knew that QQ communication was unlikely to get a response, as Wen Yizai was too aloof.

After a while, the phone was finally answered. When the slightly surprised voice of Wen Yizai came from the other side, Zhang Lezhao said, "Mr. Wen, this is what happened: Mr. Wang from Guanghai Film and Television, your book friend Ye Shuihan, wants the website to consult you about whether you are interested in selling the copyright of your book."

On the other side of the phone, Tang Zhun was stunned again.

Adaptation? Such a grand and prestigious matter, not only bringing considerable fame but also a significant financial income. But after being stunned, Tang Zhun felt depressed, "Damn, this guy has already talked to me, and he's causing trouble. Mr. Cang, you can reply for me. Forget it, I'll talk to him. I won't agree to the adaptation."

Zhang Lezhao was once again in a state of mental and physical chaos. He couldn't help but scratch his ear and explained, "Mr. Wang is very sincere and said the price would satisfy you..."

"Mr. Cang, money isn't the key. Forget it, I can't explain it to you. I'll go and tell Mr. Wang not to cause trouble."

In Jiangxia City, Tang Zhun was very depressed. He needed money; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of writing books to make money when he was reborn, nor would he have been running around looking for a job in the past few days.

He only had a little over a thousand yuan in his card. If his family situation was the same as in his previous life, he wouldn't have refused the millions of rewards from Wang Dashazi, Mr. Wang, and others.

What to say about the adaptation of a film and TV series, such a good thing falling from the sky? Unfortunately, this time his father was a city committee member, and there were some things he couldn't do. What if it implicated him and he was investigated? He didn't believe his father had no enemies. As his book became more popular, his identity would definitely catch the attention of certain people.

Now, being reborn as a second-generation kid, he hadn't even experienced the benefits, and the drawbacks had already appeared first?!

With a bitter and depressed voice, he hung up the phone again. In Donghai City, Cang Hai was once again hurt to the core, and he really wanted to break ties with this Mr. Wen.