Chapter 122 An Hao Agrees to Adapt

Of course, An Hao's thoughts will not be known to Jun Ci.

But one's momentary emotions cannot deceive others.

Jun Ci also felt An Hao's disappointment at a moment.

The corners of her lips hidden under the mask were slightly hooked, but she didn't mind it much.

Age is indeed an unconvincing main point.

"Hello Junci, I am Miaojiang witch doctor, the author of the Immortal Record of Life and Death. My real name is An Hao."

An Hao introduced himself politely, and at the same time, looking at Jun Ci's young demeanor, he was obviously a little younger than himself.

It always felt weird to call me Mr. Jun, so after thinking about it for a while, he just called me by his first name.

The image he showed in front of Jun Ci was that of a mature and steady person.

"Mr. An must know that I purchased your film and television rights, so Mr. An should know that I have the idea of ​​filming this novel."

Jun Ci sat down and quickly asked the waiter to order coffee with a snap of his fingers. At the same time, he went straight to the point and talked about the novel with An Hao.

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

An Hao drank a cup of coffee to cover up the nervousness he felt inexplicably after seeing Jun Ci. He hesitated for a while and then said: "I don't know what you like about my novel. I asked myself whether my novel has any Anything that is outstanding. There are more novels by fantasy masters for you to choose from, and they can also bring fan effects, instead of unknown ones like me."

Jun Ci took a sip of coffee and said in an extremely elegant manner: "Because your copyright is cheap."

An Hao: "..."

What Jun Ci said was so direct that An Hao was caught off guard.

He could only cough twice: "Is it just because of this?"

Perhaps because Jun Ci's words directly made him feel uncomfortable, An Hao couldn't help but add: "If Mr. Jun is just based on this reason, I believe there may be cheaper copyrights."

Jun Ci raised his eyes, his name changed, and he was obviously a little angry.

The young man smiled carelessly: "Mr. An, of course I know. But there are not many people with writing skills like yours. Although the storyline is old-fashioned, I really like it. I won't say any more nonsense and come to see Mr. An this time. You, I just want you to participate in the adaptation of the novel. Adapt the content of the novel into suitable script content. If you are not good at adapting, you only need to make some polishes to the script, and I will pay you a suitable remuneration."

When An Hao heard this, he immediately raised his eyes in surprise, "Do you really want to take the photo?"

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

"Of course, otherwise why would I want your film and television rights? Even if it is three hundred thousand, Mr. An, that money is not for casual play. You only need to say whether you agree or disagree."

An Hao was silent.

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

However, if I can adapt the novel by myself, at least the plot won't be too ugly, right?

After all, special effects are unavoidable. If the plot can be controlled well, it might not be unsatisfactory.

With An Hao thinking like this, after making up his mind, his fingers tightened slightly: "Okay, I promise you."

Hearing An Hao's answer, which Jun Ci expected, she raised her eyebrows and said, "Then, I wish us a happy cooperation."

Ever since she started working in this industry, she has often said that it is a pleasure to work with her.