Chapter 121 Very Disappointed An Hao

There are already endless domestic bad movies, but novels like his have to be changed beyond recognition.

Not to mention spending money on special effects.

The film and television rights purchased for 300,000 yuan can produce special effects worth millions.

But when the contract was originally signed, the film and television rights were given to the website.

He has no right to decide whether to sell it or not. If it is sold, he can only watch.

At that time, he felt depressed for a while. He had put his heart into this novel, but now he had to watch it be destroyed.

But his wife comforted him: "Nowadays, many authors only want to sell their copyrights, and it has nothing to do with them how the production goes. There are so many novels that have been destroyed. One less of you is not a lot, and one more of you is not much. Anyway, there are still The copyright income is more than 100,000 yuan, so relax."

This is the reason. Others say it is such an honor to sell the film and television rights.

But only the Miao witch doctor himself knew that he was still depressed in his heart.

Until the person who purchased the film and television rights called and said that he wanted to meet with him to discuss the adaptation of the novel.

An adaptation has even been mentioned, is it really going to start filming?

However, if the adaptation can be adapted into a script by someone special, why should we turn to him as the author?

With this layer of doubt, An Hao came to the imperial capital.

At 2:50, he arrived at the appointed coffee shop.

Because he was dizzy on the plane and hadn't eaten anything, he was a little hungry now, but the person he was meeting didn't come, so he was embarrassed to order something.

He just kept drinking coffee and kept glancing at the door of the coffee shop from the corner of his eye.

Until 2.59, he glanced at his watch again, then looked up and saw a young man at the door wearing a white loose T-shirt, light blue jeans, showing off his ridiculously long legs, wearing white sneakers, pushing Opened the glass door and walked in.

The boy is wearing a mask, and judging from his appearance, he should have a clean and clear boyish style.

However, the other person's eyebrows had a sharp look, and the black mask also gave him a hint of the Dark Knight.

Just when you push the door in from outside the cafe and bathe in the sunshine, it gives all the guests in the cafe a feeling that he has brought the sunshine into the cafeteria, carrying a holy and noble light.

Attracting everyone's attention.

Even An Hao's eyes couldn't help but be attracted by such a young man.

The other party's eyes were so clean and pure that they were so dazzling, yet so noble.

He couldn't help but become cautious in his sitting posture.

He thought the boy came in to drink coffee, but the other party came directly towards him. In An Hao's astonished eyes, he stretched out his slender white left hand, as if with an interesting smile: "Miao witch doctor, An Hao Sir, right? I am Jun Ci who asked you to meet."

When Jun Ci entered here, he immediately saw An Hao sitting by the window.

In the summer, he also wore a suit and vest, giving off a somewhat serious elite look.

According to the information provided by Gulu, this Miao witch doctor is only an amateur author, and his full-time job is a financial consultant for a company.

A very promising person.

He is actually quite accomplished at such a young age, but just by looking at his appearance, you really can't tell that he is the one who wrote the sentimental and sad love story like "The Record of Life and Death in the Immortal".

"Mr. Jun?"

An Hao was a little shocked inside, because the training in the business world allowed him to remain polite and shake hands with Jun Ci, without even showing any emotion on his face.

But I was already very disappointed inside.

He is so young, and he looks like a student who is still studying.

Those who can buy his film and television rights are probably the rich second generation who have a little money at home, probably just for fun.

His disappointment almost didn't need any words to describe.

The little expectation I had originally had completely disappeared.