Chapter 59: I cannot repay your great kindness and virtue, so I might as well marry you.

"Damn author, so inhuman, sob sob sob."

At Wang Xiaoyuan's home.

After taking a shower, she lay on the bed in her silky pajamas.

Her legs perched, crying while reading "Youth and Sorrow" and cursing someone simultaneously.

From the side, her figure undulating, very pleasing to look at.

Despite continuously cursing, she had finished reading the latest issue of the story she had bought on her way back.

She had developed specific tastes now and wasn't interested in any other authors save for those written by Jiang Xu.

She wiped her tears.

It suddenly occurred to Wang Xiaoyuan.

"Right, these two novels, they are both highly suitable to be adapted into TV dramas!"

Although she was generally lazy in her day-to-day life,

she still had a keen nose for business.

Moreover, she genuinely loved these two novels.

She envisioned getting the rights to the works, personally supervising them, and perfectly recreating the original.

At this thought, Wang Xiaoyuan took out her phone and called the contact number on the last page of the story magazine.

The call quickly got transferred to Lin Nan.

They talked for a long time.

Finally, Lin Nan said it was a little late, she would ask the author and get back to her tomorrow.

After ending the call, Wang Xiaoyuan fell asleep anticipating a positive outcome.

With a click, she turned off the lights.

Just before falling asleep, Wang Xiaoyuan blinked.

It seemed she had forgotten to do something?

But she couldn't remember what it was no matter how hard she tried.

Well, since she couldn't remember, it probably wasn't something crucial.

So, she peacefully went to sleep.

In the room next door.

Jun Yue stood on the balcony, gazed up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face filled with sorrow: "Heaven is eternal, but love is hard to sustain. My heart is entangled like a double silk net, with thousands of knots within."

As he spoke, he downs the red liquor from the glass in his hand.

The sorrow enveloping him deepened.

Then...

He took the large can of cola resting on the railing and refilled his glass.

"Heartache has always come from goodbyes, and it's worse on a lonely fall day. Where would I be when I sober up tonight? It must have been an illusion of good times… Nuonuo, my Nuonuo!"

He was drunk.

Coke doesn't intoxicate; people get drunk on their own.

Sorrow flowed like a raging river.

Sob sob sob.

...

At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xu woke up on time.

Ensuring eight hours of sleep a day was entirely sufficient.

After washing up, he began to write.

This novel had the highest word count in his plans.

The following seven works ranged from one hundred thousand to one hundred fifty thousand words.

After the fame accumulated from the previous three books,

he was certain the subsequent ones would fetch a good price, making there no need to pile up the word count.

At eight o'clock, An Nuonuo arrived on time.

She was carrying things in both hands.

Two butchered hens, breakfast, and a black bag, contents unknown.

Jiang Xu took the items over: "Good job, as a reward your homework will count for an extra tenth today."

Jiang Xu would assign some serious homework to An Nuonuo every day to ensure she could absorb and master all the things she learned.

The girl puffed her cheeks: "I don't want that."

Jiang Xu: "Girls always talk in contraries. When they say they don't want it, they actually do."

An Nuonuo: "Then I want it."

Jiang Xu: "Alright, I'll satisfy you."

An Nuonuo remained silent.

When it came to verbal sparring, she was never a match for Jiang Xu.

"What's this?" asked Jiang Xu, looking at the black bag.

"Oh, this is a mobile phone Dad asked me to give you," An Nuonuo pulled out her new phone.

She waved it in front of Jiang Xu, "My father bought it, one for you and one for me.

Jiang Xu recognized at a glance that the phone in An Nuonuo's hand was a Tianyu, a foldable phone.

It wasn't cheap, around three or four thousand yuan.

He opened the bag to find a touchscreen Coolpad phone.

At that time, Coolpad was pretty powerful, this phone also cost about three or four thousand yuan.

Jiang Xu asked in surprise, "Did Uncle strike it rich?"

"Dad said he has made almost one million yuan, he's going to buy the factory today."

Jiang Xu nodded silently.

Looks like An Feng rode someone's coattails and since then, it was smooth sailing for him.

It seems that his early investment was indeed worthwhile.

And An Feng was quite grateful for it.

"Oh, there's also this."

An Nuonuo pulled out a bank card from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Xu, "Dad asked me to give this to you, there are eighty thousand yuan in it, the password is six eights."

"What's he giving me money for?"

"Dad said you have a good business mind, this money is for you, maybe you can do something with it, he said you don't have to pay him back."

Jiang Xu couldn't help but grin.

Truly his good father-in-law.

He hadn't fully made his fortune yet, but as soon as he got a little money, I was the first person he thought of.

And he didn't pretend to be modest, he directly put the card away.

Grinning, he said to An Nuonuo, "Thank Uncle for me, his great kindness and virtue are irrepayable, I might as well just marry you."

The young girl couldn't resist being teased.

Her cheeks instantly turned red.

She then lightly bit Jiang Xu, "Naughty."

Saying this, she ran into the kitchen.

Jiang Xu had just finished eating breakfast, Wang Xiaoyuan and Fu Yanjie arrived.

As soon as Jiang Xu saw what Fu Yanjie was wearing, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Seriously, are you sick? Why are you dressed up like that?"

A suit and leather shoes, a slicked-back hairstyle, slicked with hair gel.

It was unmistakably a Hanjian style.

"You don't know anything, it's called maturity," Fu Yanjie snorted and looked at Wang Xiaoyuan, "Sister Xiaoyuan, isn't it?"

Wang Xiaoyuan stifled her laughter and nodded.

After the three of them went shopping for groceries, Jiang Xu continued coding.

At nine o'clock, Lin Nan sent a message saying that someone wanted to buy the film and TV rights to his two novels.

But she didn't know what Jiang Xu's expected price was, so she didn't agree.

The reason she contacted Jiang Xu today was just to give him the buyer's phone number and QQ.

Then Jiang Xu registered another work account and added the other party.

The other person's avatar was a picture of an office building and his username was-- Chairman of the Star Entertainment Company.

One glance was enough to tell it was a work account.

In less than a minute, the other party accepted the request and sent over a handshake emoji.

Chairman of the Star Entertainment Company: Hello, I'm the boss of Star Entertainment.

Jiang Xu: Hello, are you planning to buy the copyrights to my two novels?

Chairman of the Star Entertainment Company: Yes, about these two novels, I'm wondering if you're willing to sell the copyrights?

Jiang Xu: It depends on the price you're offering.

The other side paused for a moment, then sent a message.

Chairman of the Star Entertainment Company: "Those Miserable Years of Youth", a one-time purchase of 300,000 yuan. "Youth and Sorrow", a one-time purchase of 350,000 yuan.

To this price, all Jiang Xu could say was "hehe".

If it was for two or three years of copyright, he would accept the offer.

But if it was a one-time purchase, that was definitely a huge loss.

After all, if handled well, these could be turned into several series.

For instance, some movies, after a few series, made a killing.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xu responded: Two kinds of cooperation models, one is the sale of three years of copyright for 300,000 yuan and 350,000 yuan.

The other one, I authorize for free, but the revenue from the TV drama, I want a 30% share.

After sending the message, the other person did not reply for a long time.