Dad, Please Try a Little Harder Chapter 83

  Chapter 83 I want to defeat Qian Quan and the Chinese martial arts world!

   "New Story Monthly" editorial department.

   "Are you sure the other party really belongs to the film and television company?"

  After listening to Qing Mo's report, the editor-in-chief couldn't believe it.

  I know my own family affairs, and with their magazine's style of chasing after the wind, pretending to be documentary literature, and spilling blood, they never have to consider the issue of film and television copyright.

  Film and television dramas also sprinkle dog blood, but there is also a chain of contempt in the dog blood world.

  You can watch a big movie about youth pain, drinking and fighting, abortion and amnesia, car accident going abroad, dog blood pretending to be passionate;

  You can also follow a TV series in which the domineering president/master/mozun falls in love with me;

  However, there is a high probability that you will not buy a magazine whose cover shows a scantily clad girl and whose title can shatter all views.

  If it hadn't been for the tightening of the review in the past two years and the start to grasp the problem of bad orientation, “New Story Monthly” had an even more outrageous ethical classification in the early years.

  Those articles are no longer a matter of impacting the Three Views, but reshaping the Three Views.

  How should I put it, that is, Jiao Da in "Dream of Red Mansions" will call him an expert after reading it.

   Therefore, in the eyes of many people, this kind of magazine represents vulgarity and low, and cannot be on the stage.

  So even under the background of the IP explosion and the whole industry plundering and hoarding popular IPs everywhere, no one cares about the film and television drama adaptation of the articles in "New Story Monthly".

   "I'm sure, I've checked, and there is indeed this company, which has produced several period dramas and marriage dramas, among which their representative work "Stand-In Bride" has even become a star." Qing Mo said.

   "That's no wonder," the editor-in-chief nodded, "Did he say how much he would pay?"

   "No, just asking for copyright attribution and contact information for the author."

  The editor-in-chief was silent for a moment, and said: "We don't have film and television copyright, but..."

  Qing Mo's expression changed subtly.

   "But we can buy out the author's film and television copyright first, and then talk to the film and television company."

  Qing Mo was silent.

   "You don't think it's appropriate?" The editor-in-chief judged by appearance.

   "No, it's just...how much do we pay for the buyout?"

   "580,000 is fine, let's have a meeting and evaluate it."

  Qing Mo said: "However, there was a forum where the serialized long posts sold for 150,000..."

"150,000? 20,000 to 30,000 words, sell for 150,000? 5,000 words?" The editor-in-chief was surprised, then nodded with a smile, "That's right, the copyrights of popular IPs have sold for tens of millions. I didn't even think about it when I started.”

  Qing Mo smiled and nodded in agreement: "It's a bit crazy, but it feels like a bubble."

   "Forget it, just give them the author's contact information, and then you can follow up on this matter. When they finalize the contract, we will make a publicity."

"clear."

   "This is also an opportunity for us. You can pay attention to the manuscripts you receive in the future, evaluate the potential for adaptation, and we can take the initiative to push."

"Um."

   "You should contact the author first and give the author a thorough understanding, just don't be too exaggerated but also don't understate our role in this cooperation."

"clear."

   "Go."

  Qing Mo returned to his work station and immediately contacted Mr. Lin Wen, the author of "Porcelain Marriage".

   "Old money is still great, 650 for a thousand words, this price was not a big deal before, but now that the publishing industry as a whole is declining, it is really not easy to still get this price."

  After the news that Qian Wenlin's article appeared in the publication spread, everyone quickly became concerned about his manuscript fee, and they were surprised to learn that he received a price of 650 for a thousand characters.

   "I was lucky, it just happened." Qian Wenlin said modestly.

   "Strength is strength, Mr. Qian, don't be modest, this time we treat guests, we will have a big meal."

   "No problem." Qian Wenlin said with a smile, it doesn't matter if you spend 10,000 or 2,000 for a treat.

   Chatting for a while, hearing the class bell, everyone went back to work. Qian Wenlin has no class this period, but he has a lot of homework to correct.

   Just about to bring homework over, I received a message from editor Qing Mo:

   "Hello, Mr. Lin, excuse me, may I ask if the film and television copyright of the novel "Porcelain Marriage" is still in your hands?"

  When Qian Wenlin saw the news, his heart moved, and he replied, "Yes, what's wrong?"

  Qing Mo: "That's right, we want to push down the film and television copyright of your novel, so I will confirm with you."

  Qian Wenlin: "Oh, yes, I'm here, thank you very much."

  Qing Mo: "It's okay, it's a matter of little effort, and I will contact you when I get results later."

  Qian Wenlin: "Okay."

  Nara.

  In a courtyard built against a mountain, Ichiro Shimizu knelt on a futon, bowed his head, and said nothing.

   Opposite him sat a middle-aged man in his fifties and a young man as tall as a mountain.

  They are Qingshui Yiliang's master and uncle—

  Japanese Iaishu master Isao Okochi, and his younger brother Yugiri Igarashi.

  Isao Okochi has an elegant temperament and a kind demeanor, while Yukiri Igarashi is expressionless, calm and introverted, like a snow mountain that is as solid as gold and as cold as frost.

  The two have very different temperaments, and the contrast is sharp.

  For Shimizu Ichiro, he would rather be scolded by his master for an hour than sit face to face with his uncle for fifteen minutes.

   That oppressive feeling is too suffocating.

   "Ichiro, you mean you tried your best?" Master asked.

"yes."

   "He only used a hand-changing knife?"

"yes."

  Xun Okochi nodded slightly, turned to look at his junior brother: "Junior brother, what do you think?"

  Yugiri looked at Shimizu Ichiro, and said, "Take your knife, treat me as him, and repeat the moves from that day."

  Shimizu Ichiro was hesitating, when he suddenly noticed that his uncle's eyes changed, as if an invisible force had hit his chest, he suddenly felt depressed, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes."

   Ichiro Shimizu stood up and picked up the weapon beside him.

   Gather momentum, hold the knife.

   "Full strength!" The uncle said coldly.

  Shimizu Ichiro's temperament also changed accordingly, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, slashing at the uncle.

  He was very aware of his uncle's strength and character, so he didn't dare to spare any effort.

However…

   Before his knife approached his uncle, he heard a "thump", his hands were in pain, and the blue-black Juhe knife flew out of his hand.

   When he came back to his senses, he found that the uncle slowly withdrew his right hand as if nothing had happened.

  Master uncle just flicked his Iai knife with his bare hands!

  Shimizu Ichiro stepped aside, bowed and stood still.

  If Qian Quan still needs to borrow stainless steel chopsticks to catch his knife, then the master uncle is already more than a step ahead with his bare hands.

   "In your opinion, can that Chinese boy do it?" Master asked with a smile.

   "He absolutely can't do it." Shimizu Ichiro asserted.

   "Well, you go back first."

"yes."

  Ichiro Shimizu retrieved his knife, bowed and left the courtyard.

   "Are you going to China?" Isao Okochi asked with a smile on his lips.

   "Go for it, but don't do it."

   "Why?"

  “There is an old saying in China, 'Know yourself, know your enemy, and win a hundred battles', so I want to meet him first.”

"Then?"

   "Then I will challenge the Chinese martial arts community in front of the whole world."

  Xun Okochi smiled: "Are you still going to do this in the end?"

   "Do it, otherwise, grandpa and father's heroic spirits are on top, and it will be difficult to rest in peace."

  "Many martial arts in Japan originated from China, and the status of master and apprentice is not all due to their quick words."

  “There is an old saying in China that 'students don't have to be inferior to teachers'. Think about it 80 years ago, if the United States and Russia hadn't intervened, disciples would have replaced teachers.”

   "This moment, that moment, today's Japan..."

"The more this is the case, the more necessary it is to do so." Igarashi Yugiri smiled meaningfully, "In China back then, in order to boost national aspirations, the brand of 'Sick Man of East Asia' was smashed, but many martial arts masters were created. Compiled many heroic stories.

   "Now that times have changed, it's up to us to do this. This time I will not only defeat Qian Quan, but also the entire Chinese martial arts world!

  "Even under the tide of the rolling age, it can't reverse anything."

  (end of this chapter)

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