supergiant age

Chapter 413 Prodigal Son

Yi Shuihan put down the phone in his hand, and his thoughts were separated from the script.

The more you look at the back of this script, the more you can feel Lu Cheng's originality.

Whether it is the writing or the conception of the plot, he is amazed.

Yi Shuihan raised his head, saw Lu Cheng who was sitting upright, and saw the sincerity and longing in his eyes.

"This script..." Yi Shuihan said with a smile, "It's very good and very moving."

After hearing Yi Shuihan's affirmative answer, he finally let out a long breath. Although he was very confident in his story, he was a little uneasy before Yi Shuihan's affirmation.

"Then is it possible for this script to be made into a movie?" Lu Cheng asked eagerly.

Yi Shuihan pondered for a moment and said, "I want this script. I don't know what price and requirement you want?"

Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment. Although he came to find Yi Shuihan with great hopes, he never expected that his script would really be sold like this.

Before this, he had never thought about how much his script would sell for. At this time, Yi Shuihan suddenly asked him that he didn't know how to answer.

He pondered for a moment and said, "I don't know the price, it can be around the market price, but I have a request."

"Tell me." Yi Shuihan said.

"I want my name, Lu Cheng, to be written in the screenwriter column in the movie, not other names. This is my only request!" Lu Cheng said seriously.

The last experience left him with lingering fears, and he didn't want his works to bear other people's names again.

After hearing his request, Yi Shuihan smiled and replied: "Okay, no problem!"

His request was easy for Yi Shuihan, he didn't need to use this script to add a halo of genius to himself.

"As for the remuneration for the script, I'm willing to pay 30 yuan, what do you think?" Yi Shuihan said with a smile.

"How much?" Lu Cheng asked dumbfounded, even a little suspicious that he had heard it wrong.

"30!" Yi Shuihan repeated.

The price of a script is largely related to the content of the script, the reputation of the author, the scale of the shooting, and the type of the script.

As far as the quality of this script is concerned, it is absolutely excellent, and it belongs to a warm urban film with a small investment.

But Lu Cheng is currently not famous at all, so he can't bring any benefit to this work.

According to market price estimates, the estimated value of this script will be between 20 and [-].

And Yi Shuihan was willing to spend 30 yuan to buy this script because he was very optimistic about the prospects of this work.

"This... is a bit high, right?" Lu Cheng gritted his teeth, and finally said.

After all, he has been in the industry for several years, and he has some understanding of the market.

Although I am very confident in my script, the 30 remuneration far exceeds the market price.

If someone else took such a high price, they must be overjoyed and immediately agreed.

But Lu Cheng is different. Of course he is happy to get a high price, but he will not do such a thing to take advantage of it.

Many people may think he is stupid, but he has his own principles and bottom line.

He looked up at Yi Shuihan, no matter how talented he was, he was just a 20-year-old young man, he didn't think carefully, and he didn't know he was being taken advantage of.

Yi Shuihan was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Lu Cheng to answer like this.

No one would think that he sells too much, this Lu Cheng is really upright.

However, it was precisely because of this that Yi Shuihan wanted to take him under the helmet even more.

Although this straightforward character is not easy to communicate with, it will save a lot of trouble in the future.

"That's the price!" Yi Shuihan said loudly.

"Do you know the market price of similar scripts?" Lu Cheng looked at Yi Shuihan and said.

"I know," Yi Shuihan replied with a smile, "The market price of urban romance dramas like this is between 20 and [-]."

"Then you give me back the price of 30?" Lu Cheng was a little dumbfounded, he thought that Yi Shuihan gave such a high price because he didn't understand the market price.

But since he knew the market price, why would he do this.

Yi Shuihan looked into Lu Cheng's eyes, and said sincerely and seriously: "Because I know that this script is worth 30 yuan! I believe this script will create a profit far exceeding 30 yuan!"

Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Yi Shuihan to be so optimistic about his script.

The feeling of being recognized and trusted was like a warm current, spreading all over his body.

At this moment, he finally understood the feeling of those ancient scholars who died for their confidants.

"Thank you for your attention and trust. When you say this, I feel a lot of pressure." Lu Cheng said with a wry smile.

Before that, as a shooter, he could get at most a thousand yuan in manuscript fees for writing those plot clips.

And since my "Diary from the Past" can be sold for a sky-high price of 30, it is really amazing.

At this moment, he somewhat understood what his brother-in-law said, selling a script would make her wife and children live a better life.

30 is nothing to those rich people, but for a rural family like him, it can change a lot!
"Then I'll take it as your agreement?" Yi Shuihan asked with a smile.

Lu Chengyi gritted his teeth and nodded fiercely: "With such a high price, if you don't sell it, you'd be a fool!"

After discussing the script, Lu Cheng was about to say goodbye, but was stopped by Yi Shuihan.

"How long have you been writing the script of 'Diary from the Past'?" Yi Shuihan asked.

Lu Chenggai thought about it for a while and said, "It took about a year and two months."

Yi Shuihan nodded and continued to ask, "I would like to ask, where do you work now?"

Lu Cheng was a little confused, but he answered truthfully: "I do statistical work in the feed factory."

After pondering for a moment, Yi Shuihan said, "If I want you to work in my studio, would you like it?"

"Ah?" Lu Cheng was stunned for a moment.

Yi Shuihan explained: "My studio is gradually starting the editorial department. I want you to manage this department. The monthly salary is [-]. What do you think?"

"How much? How much did you say?" Lu Cheng stared at Yi Shuihan dumbfounded, his eyes almost popped out.

Yi Shuihan repeated: "The monthly salary is [-], and the year-end bonus is calculated separately!"

Lu Cheng couldn't believe his ears, that someone with a monthly salary of [-] yuan asked him to go to work.

If Yi Shuihan wasn't a big star, he would have thought the other party was a liar.

How can there be such a good thing? Apart from writing some articles, he can't do anything else. How can he get such a high monthly salary.

"Are you kidding me? What can I do if you invite me?" Lu Cheng looked at Yi Shuihan as if he was looking at a prodigal son.

Giving others a monthly salary of [-] yuan casually, isn't that a prodigal?
(End of this chapter)