Chapter 697

Chumu:

He looked at the boundless sea of snow: "snow sea?"

Xuehai boundless took two cups, poured a full cup for himself, and gave Chu Mu a cup.

"Brother, do you know..."

He choked off half a cup of white wine, his eyes were red: "yesterday, my Avenue film was withdrawn."

Chu Mu was surprised.

The road is the endless snow is serializing books.

The results of this book are not very good, and the state of boundless snow is not good.

But even so, Chumu did not expect that the film and television copyright of this book would be knocked down.

And Chu Mu knows, snow sea boundless, film and television of several books are with the same company cooperation.

He thinks that even if we look at the strength and fame of the snowy sea in the past, and the benefits brought by the big hit movies and TV programs to the company, the company will not be so obvious.

It seems that he saw his idea. The snow sea is boundless. After finishing the wine left in the cup, he sneered: "this is the capitalist."

This kind of thing, Chumu can only comfort the boundless sea of snow.

"They don't want it. They'll change. You have been so many years. Why should you pay so much attention to such things? "

Xuehai shook his head: "I know the truth, I don't want the money for the film and television copyright, but I'm not in a good mood. And... "

“…… Spring and autumn, I am old. "

Old, or rather, exhausted.

The boundless sea of snow has recently been more and more deeply felt this.

He was not so depressed.

His first thought was to open a new book.

But the new book set to think of several, the beginning of more than a dozen.

The more you write, the worse.

The more you write, the less smooth it is.

After a few days to open the document to have a look, write what things themselves can not go down.

He had to admit that he was no longer the boundless sea of snow that could go down all the way with God's help and inspiration.

As we get older, our thinking begins to become rigid, and our aura is gradually worn out.

His eyes are still there.

So it's very clear that even if the beginning of a new book is written by oneself, the result will not be much better than the avenue.

What he is really afraid of is not the film and television copyright of the "Avenue", but this.

He can't tell anyone about this.

Including the spring and Autumn period of the Chu family.

Tianqi literature network top God snow sea is boundless, no inspiration, no talent.

As long as you think of such news appearing in any place, the boundless sea of snow will feel infinite panic in my heart.

He poured himself another glass of wine and looked up at his friend in front of him.

The Chu family was so young in spring and autumn.

He doesn't sell people's equipment, doesn't sell faces, doesn't live broadcast, and even rarely interacts with fans.

But over the years, new books are better than each other, and he has never made a book.

It's a gift of terror.

Snow sea boundless looking at him, thinking of himself, the more bitter.

"Brother, I really envy you. Every new book is a hot IP. Come on, have a drink

Chumu:

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the decadent face of the boundless snow, or picked up the glass.

The pungent taste of the wine flowed down the throat into the stomach, reached the end, and exploded at once.

The heat went straight to his face, and his mind was half lost.

That's why Chumu hardly drinks outside.

He has a poor capacity for alcohol.

It's almost a cup.

It's just one bite, and he's already on top.