Chapter 18 Guichui Publishing

"Fuck, are you crazy? You flirt with a girl. There are only four actresses in the crew, and you are involved with three of them. That's fine, but you flirt with the assistant girl? You ask everyone if you are free tonight? Do you want to date? Lang'er, you are really invincible when you are like this." Mr. Zhou looked at Shen Lang and felt a headache. Don't call me Shen Lang, call me Shen Teddy.

"What do you mean? I'm just trying to get along with women. I didn't do anything, just flirting."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes: "It's okay for Deng Jiajia, she's a few years older than you, Liu Yun has a child, and Li Lianhua is more than 10 years older than you. Brother, can you eat this?"

"What can I eat? The old lotus root soup is delicious. Besides, I haven't eaten it yet."

"Brother, stop your behavior, you're just a slut. You run away when you get close to me."

Shen Lang shrugged: "I'm a man, I won't suffer any loss. I'm not afraid."

Mr. Zhou... She really has nothing to say about Shen Lang, she's just a slut.

"Lang'er, what's wrong? Did you make our brother Xun angry again?" Huang Xiaoming walked over with a smile and patted Shen Lang on the shoulder.

Mr. Zhou was so angry that he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

Shen Lang smiled: "It's so boring to just film. Chat with the girls and have more fun. They understand me."

Huang Xiaoming was happy: "Lang'er, you are the most shameless person I have ever seen. If she is a pretty girl, just tease her. You will become a tool in the future."

"A tool? This name is good."

Mr. Zhou rolled his eyes: "What's good? I'm dying."

Shen Lang smiled: "That's right. Brother Xun, let's go for barbecue tonight. I'll treat you."

"Oh, the sun is rising from the west. You eat and drink with me every day. You treat me?"

"Yes, Brother Xiaoming, let's go together?"

Huang Xiaoming smiled: "No problem."

After shooting two more scenes in the afternoon, Shen Lang returned to the hotel.

At this time, the sound of landing penguins sounded, and Shen Lang came out with his upper body naked and wrapped in bathing clothes.

Screenwriter Huya sent a message: "Author 꺶꺶, are you there?"

Shen Lang tapped his shoulder and replied with the ID Tianxia Bachang: "What's the matter?"

Screenwriter Huya: "Last time I told you about the publishing, the publishing house has been discussed, the contract has been finalized, and we can sign the contract."

Tianxia Bachang: "Send the contract here, I'll take a look, if there's no problem, we can sign the contract."

After a while, Huya sent the contract to Shen Lang's email.

Shen Lang took a look at the contract. The signing fee was 2 million, with a 5% copyright dividend fee, and the most important thing was that the film and television adaptation rights were still in his hands.

If Shen Lang had to hold the film and television adaptation rights in his hands, his book would have been so popular that he would have won at least 10 million in royalties. 2 million is a lot, but it's also a little. In this period, I have received millions of royalties.

He wrote the Ghost Blows Out the Light story very quickly, 8 parts, serialized directly from one period to the next, more than 10 chapters a day, occasionally 20 chapters. He is simply a ruthless coding machine. At some point, other authors complained. 4,000 words a day is already a daily routine for everyone. 6,000 words are popular everywhere. 8,000 words are gods. 10,000 words are gods. Shen Lang starts with 20,000 a day, and 40,000 is awesome. What is this? This is a tentacle monster that has become a spirit!!!

So readers of Ghost Blows Out the Light feel very comfortable and sticky. The popularity of this book is comparable to those things in the Ming Dynasty.

Tianxia Baye: "I've read the contract, there's no problem and we can sign it."

Screenwriter Huya: "Okay, author, we will arrange a book club meeting for you in Beijing. This time, it's not just you, but also Teacher Dang Mingyue, Skull Elf, and Xiao Qian. You must be there on December 10th."

Tianxia Bachang: "No problem."

Shen Lang lay on the sofa with a slight smile on his face. Teacher Bachang, I'm sorry, your book was copied by me, you should use your brain to write something else.

Anyway, I'm not the only one who copied your book.