Chapter 9: You want to pull up your pants and deny responsibility?
After a burst of commotion, it was almost time for lights out in the dormitory, and the dormitory building gradually calmed down.
After all, Modu University is not a third-rate place. The president's ideology and education are indeed in place, so it won't be too outrageous.
In his dormitory in Jiangcheng, Su Peng was still slamming his bed boards. He picked up his phone and called his sister.
Perhaps he felt that if his voice was not loud enough, it would not show his fiery temper at the moment, so he turned on the speakerphone and shouted at the phone, raising his voice:
"Sis, tell me honestly, are you in love?"
The other three people in the dormitory, including Jiangcheng, were all staring over with sly eyes.
They heard Su Manyao's Yujie voice, full of aura, coming from the phone: "Do you have a problem with me being in love?"
"It's not that I have a problem, it's fine if you're in love, but how can you find a blondie who takes you to that kind of place!"
"I took him there, are you satisfied?"
Deng Qi and Liu Tao listened and pounded their chests hard, it hurt!
Beep beep beep, the other end of the phone had already hung up.
"I'm so angry, I'm going to block him downstairs in his dormitory tomorrow." Su Peng took the hung-up phone and stamped his feet!
Jiangcheng lay back on his bed and curled his lips. How did he suddenly get the feeling of reaping the benefits?
He took out his phone and opened the avatar of his online girlfriend, Gentle Sister, but now Gentle Sister's avatar had been changed.
The cartoon avatar had been replaced by a black and white photo of a slender, feminine hand.
The name of the cute girl had also been changed to Manyao.
Sad…
How did Gentle Sister become a cold Yujie?
Jiangcheng sent a message, "I'll send you the car keys tomorrow."
After the message was sent, Jiangcheng wanted to be quiet and sort out his thoughts.
But the message was replied to in seconds:
"Okay, send it to me downstairs in my dormitory tomorrow morning, and bring me breakfast while you're at it."
Jiangcheng was stunned when he saw this message. Sending the keys downstairs was no problem, but what did bringing breakfast mean?
Isn't the information on the school forum enough?
Does the cold Yujie really not care?
During this brief period of thought, Su Manyao sent a second message:
"What do you mean, you're actually hesitating?"
"I've kissed your collarbone, touched your leg, held your hand, watched a movie with you, and now you want to pull up your pants and deny responsibility?"
Jiangcheng's heart was pounding when he saw these two messages.
He didn't pay attention to the collarbone, the leg… that was really an accident, the hand was clearly being led, and he really didn't dare to watch the movie.
But even though that's the case, the facts seem to be irrefutable.
Jiangcheng felt like he was being manipulated, and honestly replied with one word:
"Okay."
Su Manyao: "Mm, good boy."
Damn!
Shame!
What does "good boy" mean?!
Jiangcheng felt like he had lost face, he couldn't win this round back!
He threw his phone away and went to sleep!
But in less than two minutes, Jiangcheng picked up his phone again and searched the website.
He found that the search engines in this world were really bad.
He could only find information on community platforms, and finally Jiangcheng found the article he was looking for.
【What kind of breakfast should you send your girlfriend in the morning? Teach you an easy trick to win her over!】
After reading the article, the dormitory lights were already off.
Su Peng had finally calmed down.
Jiangcheng hesitated for a moment, then reopened his communication software and clicked on an avatar called Qingcai's Cloud.
Jiangcheng: "Do you accept songs?"
He sent the message.
Then he opened his bank card software, which showed a balance of a little over 120,000.
This was the remainder of what he had earned from selling a book and a song.
In his previous life, Jiangcheng was a literary youth, and his interests and hobbies were also in the entertainment industry.
In his previous life, Jiangcheng worked hard to live, and despite his talent, he failed to live a good life.
Fortunately, he transmigrated to this different world.
Jiangcheng originally thought that he would live a more relaxed life, not get rich, not become famous, and not be burdened by worldly things.
Just earn some living expenses easily.
After the college entrance examination, Jiangcheng submitted articles online and sold a song, at least i still have you, which was bought by a company for 3,000 yuan.
As a result, the song quickly became popular, and the company contacted Jiangcheng again.
They offered a high price.
But Jiangcheng refused.
He had many songs, but he wouldn't sell them. Falling into that circle might make it difficult to turn back.
So he spent a summer writing a novel, "Tian Long Ba Bu."
He sold the adaptation rights to the film and television for 150,000.
According to the real value of these IPs in his previous life, it was of course more than this, even if it was just an adaptation license.
But Jiangcheng didn't care. He had countless IPs in his mind.
Moreover, he had no reputation here. The later IP could be sold for 150,000, also because the previous song served as a guarantee, plus the other party's strict review, the IP was indeed excellent to get this price.
So as long as Jiangcheng had the intention, it would be more than just the 120,000 in his bank card.
He just didn't want to be noticed by too many people.
But tonight, he suddenly had an idea, he wanted to make money!
He didn't even know why.
It was just that in his mind, the figure of that woman would occasionally appear. She seemed to be very rich and capable.
In less than two minutes, the other party replied with a message.
Qingcai's Cloud: "Mr. Jiang, hello! I have always been here, we accept all of your works!"
Somewhere in the city of Modu, in an apartment.
A woman between a young married woman and a charming married woman, looking to be in her thirties, had just finished taking a bath. The fine fluff on her hairline was still wet. She was wearing a white bathrobe and lay down on the sofa, preparing to watch a drama.
Suddenly, she saw the avatar she had been waiting for day and night pop up with a message. The woman jumped up excitedly with her phone in her hand and knelt directly on the sofa.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed a line, deleted it and typed it again, typed it and deleted it again, and finally decided to communicate in the simplest and most sincere way.
She sent her message, waiting anxiously, with her small hands clenched into fists and covering her chest.
If people in the circle knew that Li Qinqin, the president's assistant of Qingman Entertainment Media, could look forward to a person's message to such an extent, they would also be curious about who the other party was!
But Li Qinqin couldn't put on any airs of being an assistant at this moment.
Fortunately, the other party replied quickly.
Jiangcheng: "What do you want this time?"
Ah!
Can I say it?
Li Qinqin was very excited. A year ago, she saw a song on a community platform, priced at 3,000.
She thought the lyrics were good and had a lot of artistic conception, so she bought it back and put it in the company. As a result, it was soon taken away by an Artist, and the song became popular immediately after it came out.
Only then did she suddenly realize that she might have found a treasure.
So she contacted the original seller, Mr. Jiang, and begged him in every possible way, asking what kind of price to offer, but the other party was unwilling to continue writing.
Even if she said that the quality didn't matter, the other party still refused.
Just when she thought that the other party might not be the original creator and no longer had better works.
Mr. Jiang gave her the film and television adaptation rights to a novel.
She brought the novel to the company with a try-it-and-see attitude.
As a result, several big directors in the company, after reading it, scrambled to film the drama. At the final decision-making meeting, several directors almost fought to win the filming rights.
But after that, Mr. Jiang was no longer willing to take out his works!
Today, Mr. Jiang is here again.
And asked me what I want!
Can I say it!
Li Qinqin just wanted to say: "Mr. Jiang, I want you."
I want everything, I want everything!
Steadying her excited emotions, Li Qinqin replied:
"Okay, Mr. Jiang, may I invite you to chat in person when you have time? Are you free at 2:00 PM tomorrow?"
Li Qinqin said two o'clock, is to have her own consideration.
This way there is enough time to give her time to arrange and consider!
She must first report this matter to Su Manyao, President Su, and listen to President Su's opinion.
Presumably, if she handles this matter well!
President Su will be very happy!
After Li Qinqin sent the message, she put her phone on the sofa, put her hands together, and silently prayed in her heart, hoping to receive the message she was looking forward to.
Ding!
Jiangcheng: "Okay."