I am a Big Player-Chapter 76 - 75 Kunlun Copyright_1

Ren He chuckled again, finding Elder Zhou quite amiable. No matter how much he joked, the elder never took it seriously. This was the demeanor of a literary giant. Those so-called elders who nitpick over trivial matters with the younger generation are, in reality, as small-minded as mung beans. Ren He would at most call them by their official titles, never with respect.

But Zhou Wumeng was different. Just for the fact that he personally came to sign the “Three Character Classic” with Ren He, Ren He had to regard him highly. And from the submission to the final publication of the “Three Character Classic,” Zhou Wumeng never nitpicked whether Ren He was the true author.

What mattered to him was the intrinsic value of the “Three Character Classic.”

Ren He went straight in and took the elevator to the top floor. Capital Journalism wasn’t any classified agency with excellent security systems, so the security guards were usually middle-aged, on their pre-retirement period, and the elevators didn’t require special access—no one popped up to question what Ren He was there for.

On the way up, a young editor looked up and asked Ren He, “Which staff member are you here to see?”

At that moment, Zhou Wumeng pushed open the glass door of his office and waved Ren He over, “Hurry up and come here.”

“Sure thing!” Ren He headed straight for Zhou Wumeng’s office.

The editors in the large office outside were all momentarily stunned. Who was this young man to Elder Zhou? Surely he wasn’t related to work, given how young he was. However, they knew that Elder Zhou never allowed family members to come to the group. The last time that charming young girl, Zhou Muqi, came for a visit, Elder Zhou sent her away promptly. He believed that work was work and life was life—you had to be clear-cut about it.

There was a reason why the young people at the journalism group admired Elder Zhou: his attitude toward his career was hard to come by in today’s society.

Some teachers even dared to bring their own children into the classroom during lessons. The children would cry, and the parents would continue teaching—how was that appropriate?

Of course, every family has its own troubles, and sometimes people truly have no other choice; a little understanding might be necessary. However, Ren He had seen teachers bringing their seven- or eight-year-old brats to cause chaos in the classroom—the kid didn’t feel like going to primary school that day, so he ended up tagging along to the high school with his mother.

Ren He was baffled. Since when could you just skip school because you didn’t feel like going? If you can’t even manage your own child, how can you teach others?

As a result, what followed was half a lesson of the teacher coaxing her own child and everyone else self-studying…

Ren He had indeed ridiculed the ridiculous situations proliferating within the iron rice bowl of the education system too many times. Back then, he was just naive; if he encountered such a teacher again in this lifetime, he’d definitely call the police on the spot…

Because the editors knew about Elder Zhou’s personal style, they were curious—who was this young man?

Only the middle-aged editor knew Ren He’s identity clearly. The only young man who could come to Elder Zhou and enter his office would be the author of “Kunlun” and “Three Character Classic”!

But he couldn’t say so, as Elder Zhou had specifically instructed. However, upon really seeing Ren He, he was shocked—so young. Could this truly be the bestselling author of the current novel “Kunlun”? He had read “Kunlun,” too, a novel so majestic and stirring, and written by a teenager?

It was a tale that made him yearn for a life of adventure.

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But why was this youth in Capital, wasn’t he a middle school student from Luo City?

Ren He entered the office and nonchalantly flopped down on the sofa, “So, what’s the good news you had for me?”

“Someone wants to buy the film and television rights for ‘Kunlun’ exclusively. The offer is considered the highest in the industry right now, 6 million,” Zhou Wumeng said, looking at Ren He’s attitude and feeling somewhat reluctant to deal with him. But business is business, and it was better to finish discussing serious matters first.

6 million? Ren He thought about it; indeed, that wasn’t low. In his past life, even if it was Great God Ergen’s “A Will Eternal,” which sold for 10 million, that was after the rights became hot. For an ordinary traditional author, a few million for rights was already significant, with anything over ten million considered a sky-high price.

The offer was quite fair, but something didn’t feel quite right to Ren He. After all, if “Kunlun” could become an eternal classic like those novels by Gold Master and be adapted numerous times, broadcast on various TV stations, and then made into blockbuster movies—then in comparison, 6 million wasn’t much.

How should he choose? Ren He pondered and suddenly asked, “Which media company is it?”

“It’s not a media company; it’s a private business owner from Jiangsu and Zhejiang with a very good reputation. Apparently, he’s doing some e-commerce—not exactly a big money-making business. Rumor has it that to buy the rights for ‘Kunlun,’ he’s ready to go all in, risking the company’s cash flow, all to fulfill his martial arts dream,” Zhou Wumeng said calmly, “His plan is to buy the rights first and then make the adaptation after earning some money. Of course, he also sees the business potential in ‘Kunlun.’ Before ‘Kunlun,’ there hadn’t been a decent martial arts novel. While it’s still all for making money, I feel that selling ‘Kunlun’ to such a person is better. At least with the right passion, he won’t make a complete mess of the adaptation.”

Ren He felt Elder Zhou made a good point. Anyone who writes something with heart always fears one thing: their work being adapted into a complete disaster. Such incidents detract from one’s character and ruin the author’s aspirations for their work.

But the partnership model still needed some tweaking.