Chapter 89

The next morning, the company held a group meeting to determine which film to adapt.

At the meeting, the editors of the websites recommended three works as required.

Wang Jian had a rough look at the three works and shook his head helplessly.

Among the three works, only the protagonist of one is a real woman, but the whole story is plain, which makes people have no interest in reading it.

after reading the works briefly, Wang Jian has nothing to say.

Now he just wants to take the file, in the editor's head hard to so a few times, ask them what is in their mind.

Wang Jian gave Tom a summary of the work completed by the editor.

Tom took a look at it and handed it over to Dorsey.

A moment later, Tom and Dorsey could not suppress their low laughter in the conference room.

Wang Jian looked at the two and began to laugh helplessly.

Sure enough, it's hard to find female oriented works on this website which is mainly male oriented and fantasy style.

So it seems that prison break, created by Sarah in prison, has become the only choice without readers' examination.

With a slight cough, Wang Jian looked around the crowd and said in a low voice, "I have a work here. Let's see if it fits."

Then the documents were distributed one by one.

A moment later, all the big men in this room were silent.

"That's what you mean by women's works and novelty works?" Tom seemed to open a new world, and asked Wang Jian with a puzzled look on his face.

Dorsey was beside him, showing a toothache.

After hearing this, Tom and Dorsey looked at each other, and at the same time, they bowed their heads and stopped talking.

After all, they are not women, who knows what those women think.

So the meeting ended in a strange atmosphere.

In the end, it was decided that Dorsey would pay for it and hire some female readers to read it to see how they reacted to the work.

Then, decide whether to adapt prison break.

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"Tom, you and I will go to the author's house and sign the contract."

"It's just a work. Don't you have to do it yourself?" Tom was stunned at first and then asked.

"The author's name is Sarah. You've met her." Wang Jian patted Tom on the shoulder and replied casually.

Tom thought about it for a moment, and then he suddenly looked.

"No wonder you want to adapt the work." He murmured to himself.

"What did you say?" Wang Jian looked at Tom in doubt.

"Nothing." Tom shook his head, picked up his briefcase and said, "let's go then."

Without much thought, Wang Jian followed Tom out of the office building.

In this way, at ten o'clock in the morning, Wang Jian rang the doorbell of Sarah's apartment.

The door opened little by little, and Sarah's little face came out timidly.

But when she saw that Wang Jian was standing at the door, the expression on her face turned from worry to joy.

She was in a bit of a hurry and let them in.

At the same time, he said, "Wang Jian, here you are. Have you had breakfast yet? Shall I make you coffee? "

To tell you the truth, Wang Jian always felt at a loss at such times.

He quickly said: "you don't hurry, I'm here to sign a work sharing agreement with you."

"What is the work divided into?" Sarah looks at Wang Jian suspiciously, with deep Latin eyes, showing a trace of loss.

"Prison break." Wang Jian warned.

"Ah?" She covered her mouth in surprise. "Is my work qualified for publication?"

"Don't break the rules of the website for me." Sarah said, "I've read your website. It's full of magic, fighting and so on."

At this time, Tom, who had been watching the play, said with a smile, "Miss Sarah, your work fully meets our signing standards."

"This is a contract, you will enjoy 50% of the electronic copyright of the work, and 70% of the peripheral copyright."

She didn't take over the contract until she saw Wang Jian nodding.

But her next move surprised Tom.

Sarah didn't even read the contract and signed her name on it.

"Don't you look at the contract?" Tom asked.

"If Wang Jian asks me to sign, I will." Sarah looked directly at Wang Jian, "just like when we were children, we trusted each other."

Hearing this, Wang Jian felt that he could not stay in the room any longer.

He took over the document and left in a hurry on the ground that there was something else to be done.

But all this was in Tom's eyes.

He whispered, "it seems that we have to go back and talk to Dorsey."

So, that afternoon.When Wang JianZheng was trying to update the book, he suddenly found that the latest chapter couldn't be uploaded.

Just when he wondered what was wrong with the website, the page returned to normal.

Dorothy came in with a smile and said to Wang Jian, "the feedback from the female readers has come out."

"So fast?" Wang Jian asked in surprise.

"Not many words." Dorsey shrugged. "Besides, we spent money!"

"How's the feedback?" Wang Jian asked.

"Most of them are positive." Dorothy handed a piece of printing paper, "er Except for some guys who are not quite normal

"By the way, what happened to the website just now?" Wang Jian asked.

"I made a little update and added a column." Dorsey smiles, opens the page and points to the screen.

See only, on the website impressively many an item called "female to".

Under it, there is only prison break.

Wang Jian frowned at first, but he was soon relieved.

At present, there are not many female Internet users, but they will always grow, right?

He nodded and looked at the document in his hand.

Then Tom came in and winked at Dorsey.

In a few minutes.

Wang Jian raised his head and said, "it's decided. Let's adapt prison break."

"Tom, you fax the work to Lehmann at Goldman Sachs."

"If the other side doesn't have an opinion, then it signs a gambling agreement."

Tom nodded, picked up the printed version of prison break and went out.

A few minutes later in Manhattan, in the office building of Goldman Sachs.

Lehmann took the fax from his secretary, looked at it and muttered, "what are these things? Can these things adapt to movies and TV plays?"

"Even that Wang's first work," I'm a wizard, "is more reliable than that."

But his secretary handed the fax to Lehmann one by one, and whispered, "but I think this work is better than arcane."