An Hao Agrees to Adapt

Of course, An Hao's thoughts will not be known by Junci.

But the momentary emotions of one person cannot deceive others.

Jun Ci also felt An Hao's disappointment in an instant.

She did not mind that the corners of her lips that were hidden under the mask slightly hooked.

Age is indeed the main point that cannot be convincing.

"Hello, Jun Ci, I am the Miao Jiang Witch Doctor, the author of The Record Book of Life and Death. My real name is An Hao."

An Hao introduced himself politely, and at the same time watching Jun Ci's youthful demeanor, he was obviously smaller.

It is always weird to be called Mr. Jun. After thinking about it, he just called his name directly.

The image he showed in front of Jun Ci is that kind of mature and stable appearance.

"Mr. An must know that what I bought is your film and television copyright, then Mr. An should know that I have the idea of ​​shooting this novel."

Jun Ci sat down and snapped his fingers neatly to invite the waiter to order coffee. At the same time, he went straight ahead and directly talked about the novel with An Hao.

"Actually, I don't quite understand ..."

An Hao drank a cup of coffee and concealed the nervousness that had risen inexplicably after seeing Jun Ci. He hesitated for a while before he said: "I don't know what point of my novel you have fancy, I asked myself if my novel is not. Any place that shines. There are more fantasy novels for you to choose from, which can also bring fan effects, rather than being unknown like me."

The waiter served Jun Ci coffee, Jun Ci only glanced at it, and his voice was extremely lazy: "Because your copyright is cheap."

An Hao: "..."

Jun Ci's words were too direct, and they caught An Hao off guard.

I can only cough twice: "Is it just for this reason?"

Or because Jun Xi's words directly made him a little uncomfortable, An Hao could not help but add another sentence: "If Mr. Jun is just based on this reason, I believe there may be cheaper copyrights."

As soon as Jun Ci raised his eyes, his name changed, and he was a little suffocated.

The young man smiled indifferently: "Mr. An, of course, I know. But there are not many who have your writing style. Although the storyline is old-fashioned, it won my mind. I won't talk nonsense. This time I come to see Mr. An. You just want to participate in the adaptation of the novel. Adapt the content of the novel into a suitable script. If you are not good at adapting, you only need to do some polishing on the script, and I will pay you the right reward."

When An Hao heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes in surprise, "Are you going to shoot?"

Obviously, just now, he thought that Jun Ci was joking.

"Of course, otherwise, what do I want your film and television rights to do. Even if it is 300,000, Mr. An, that money is not for casual play. You just need to say, disagree."

An Hao was silent.

After knowing that his novel was going to be filmed, he basically realized that ruining drama was inevitable.

However, if you can adapt the novel yourself, at least the plot will not be too ugly, right?

After all, special effects are inevitable in this regard, and the plot can be controlled well, and it may not be unsatisfactory.

After thinking about this, An Hao made up his mind, his fingers tightened slightly: "Okay, I promise you."

Hearing An Hao's answer, it was also in Jun Ci's expectation that she raised her eyebrows and said, "Then, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Since she started to work in this industry, she has always said the phrase happy cooperation.