"Are you stupid?"

Gu Zhinan raised his head quietly and looked at these three people as if they were fools.

"What do you mean!"

Cheng Mengying was so angry, but then she thought that she had offended him just now, so she called her dad and immediately shrank her neck.

First trick him into signing the contract and then find an opportunity to teach him a lesson!

"See for yourselves."

Gu Zhinan pointed out the terms of the contract.

"I accepted the song fee of 100,000 yuan, but 10% of the sales channel share and the final copyright are all in my hands."

Ruan Ying and Cheng Mengying looked at Gu Zhinan in surprise, and then looked at Xia Ange, who had been quiet all this time.

What's going on with these two people?

"This is what Sister An Ge requested."

In the end, Ruan Ying said weakly.

"The song fee of 100,000 yuan is already the fee for a famous musician, and the share will be 30% from Sister Ange to 10% for you."

Gu Zhinan looked at Xia Ange, but Xia Ange turned his head, as if looking at the night sky outside the balcony.

"You silly?"

"Will you sign or not?"

When Xia Ange heard this, she turned her head, her peach blossom eyes looking a little ashamed and angry.

"Sign it, why don't you sign it? With this money, I can marry a wife and warm the kang when I go home during the Chinese New Year this year!"

Gu Zhinan picked up the pen and happily signed his name on the contract.

Why is it suddenly a little cold?

After Gu Zhinan signed the contract, he felt that the surroundings seemed to have become colder.

Xia Ange took it over expressionlessly, signed his name underneath, and then said coldly.

"One hundred thousand yuan will be given to you after the album is released, together with the sales share!"

Gu Zhinan nodded. When he said he was going to move out, he saw the liquidated damages amounting to more than 60,000 yuan.

Xia Ange's expression changed. Gu Zhinan knew that this landlord didn't have much money.

Being a star is so miserable, you might as well write a novel!

At this point, the contract for the song "Summer Wind" has been signed, and the next step is to record the album.

"Leaving tomorrow?"

Xia Ange didn't answer him, and Gu Zhinan looked a little embarrassed, but the sensible Ruan Ying came to explain.

"I'll probably go back to Haipu City at noon tomorrow. I originally came to see Sister An Ge with only a little hope, but I didn't expect what a big surprise there would be!"

Ruan Ying said, standing up and bowing to Gu Zhinan, looking a little excited.

"Thank you! A novelist who can write songs!"

"What?"

When Cheng Mengying heard the word novelist, the genes engraved in her blood became restless.

"You write novels? Where do you write them? On the Chinese website?"

"I didn't, I'm not! Don't talk nonsense!"

Gu Zhinan directly denied Sanlian!

Ruan Ying was a little confused. Isn't he a novelist?

"Well, the contract has been signed. If it's okay, I'll go out to eat something. I'm hungry. I'm hungry."

Gu Zhinan left the scene of the crime as quickly as he fled.

The two people were left with confused faces and Xia Ange, who could not see his expression at all.

call!

Almost exposed!

Jingle Bell.

Gu Zhinan was wandering on the road when suddenly the phone rang.

Unknown number?

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Gu Zhinan?"

"Yes, which one?"

"Oh, we are from the Ministry of Education and Textbooks of China. Two of your poems have been included in the textbooks. We are here to sign a contract with you. Is it convenient for us to meet now?"

Only then did Gu Zhinan remember that he almost forgot that there was someone giving money here!

So we immediately agreed on a meeting place with the other party, hailed a taxi on the roadside and rushed there quickly!

The other party made an appointment at a Chinese restaurant, so Gu Zhinan had to praise him.

As expected of those who can enter the Educational Materials Department of China, the places they choose are different.

How does he know I haven't eaten?

Table 405 by the window on the first floor is not a private room.

He quickly found the place where an old man and a young man were sitting.

An old man with gray hair and a young man in his early twenties wearing a suit and tie.

Gu Zhinan looked at himself again, wearing triangle slippers, beach shorts, and a short T-shirt.

Ashamed!!

"Um, hello."

Gu Zhinan came to the two of them and said hello with a smile.

The two of them were drinking tea. When they heard the sound, they looked up and saw a young man dressed very casually standing in front of them.

"Mr. Gu Zhinan?"

The young guy was a little confused.

"Yes."

"Sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

When the old man heard that it was Gu Zhinan, his wrinkled face immediately radiated enthusiasm. He asked Gu Zhinan to sit down, and asked the young man to pour tea and give Gu Zhinan the menu.

"Xiao Gu, that's what I called you. That old boy Du Guangyu didn't mention you less! Let's order food first."

Gu Zhinan was a little cautious, so he gave the menu to the young man.

"Would you like some, handsome guy?"

The young man wanted to refuse, but the old man stopped him and told him to order whatever he wanted.

Then he stretched out his hand to Gu Zhinan and said.

"I am Hong An, the editor of the Huaguo Educational Textbook Department, and this is my assistant Xiao Li."

Gu Zhinan quickly shook hands with Hong An, and then shook hands with Xiao Li.

Hong An ordered Xiao Li to take out a contract from his briefcase and handed it to Gu Zhinan.

Gu Zhinan took it, and it said that "Crossing the Dongting" and "Going into Wine" would be selected in the next edition of textbooks and officially appear in college textbooks. For this, as the author, he would receive a bonus and a certificate, and then he would have to sign for authorization.

Gu Zhinan doesn't pay much attention to these. He just wants to know, how much is the bonus?

So he read the seven or eight pages of the contract very quickly. Gu Zhinan seemed to be reading ten lines at a glance, and he read the end in less than two minutes.

I saw the bonus column.

200,000!!!?

Damn it!

One hundred thousand?

Do you still need it?

There are not even five hundred Tang poems, but dozens of them!

"Where's the pen?"

Gu Zhinan raised his head and asked, breathing a little quickly.

This is 200,000!
To be continued...