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Shang Qing thought for a while and replied, "Mr. Kawaguchi took the thirteen-episode script to invest. I heard what he meant yesterday, and it seemed like he was a little surprised. I couldn't say such things. Well, if it's fast, it will be done in a few days. If it's slow, haha, by the way, I've also got some rumor. "Death-note" is probably just a small production. You also know that this type of film is rare in Japan, and I think the investor should not take too much risk."

"I understand." Ren Hao said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you very much. I really know too little about this. If it weren't for your reminder, I would have to go the wrong way."

"You're welcome, after all, we are all Chinese."

Shang Qing's words made Ren Hao feel good about Da Zeng.

The word "Chinese" seems to bring the relationship between the two closer.

"That, Miss Shang..."

"Mr. Ren, please ask if you have anything."

Ren Hao smiled and touched his nose: "I think we should stop calling the gentleman and the lady. In this way, it would be better to call him the name in the future. Do you think it's okay?"

"Of course."

"Okay, well, I have something I want to ask you." Ren Hao looked sideways at the draft script on the desk, and pointed his finger at the green notebook and slid around the desktop. "I asked, don't laugh at me, well, what I care most about now is when I will get the money. I don't know much about the Japanese process, but according to the process of Chinese TV scripts, I can only get the money in batches, that is, I will start to give part of it and part in the middle of the production period, and I can only get the final money after it is completed. Is the same in Japan?"

"Yes, this is the same as Japan."

Ren Hao continued to ask, "Oh, then, you said just now that "death-note" may be a small investment production. How much money can I get in the case of thirteen episodes? Well, of course, it's okay if you don't want to say it, I just ask casually."

Ren Hao seemed a little weak in this area. Risheng has not yet negotiated with him for the price, but if he talked about it in the future, he really didn't know what price to offer, so he wanted to ask Shang Qing, at least he had a clear idea in his heart.

Shang Qing on the other end of the phone showed a smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's okay, there's nothing to say, well, actually, you know that I've just been assigned to the production team, and many things can only be heard from. As far as I know, if it's a thirteen-episode script by a small investment, the money you can get is converted into RMB calculation..."

Shang Qing's voice hesitated for a moment: it seemed to be calculating carefully, "It should not be less than 200,000."

Ren Hao was obviously stunned: "Do you confirm it is RMB?"

"Yes, 200,000 yuan." Shang Qing's tone was very firm.

Ren Hao was really confused. He had calculated countless times that, from the perspective of the times or from the market, the price of an animation script is only 300,000 yuan, and it is calculated based on 37 episodes. In 13 episodes, it will be less than 100,000 yuan at most, right?

"Miss Shang, uh, Shang Qing, sorry, I'm not skeptical about you, but I have calculated it many times based on the price of Chinese scripts, why can't there be as much as 200,000 yuan?"

Shang Qing said something inexplicable: "For me, this money is indeed not much."

Ren Hao wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh. What this means, how could Shang Qing claim that he was a rich man? But a truly rich person would not work for others to work hard, right?

Ren Hao didn't understand what card Shang Qing played.

Perhaps because he discovered his own grammatical disease, Shang Qing couldn't help laughing: "I'm sorry, sorry, don't get me wrong. I mean, for us Chinese in Japan, this money is really not much."

“You mean…”

"I'll make an inappropriate analogy. In Japan, the cheapest bean sprouts are more expensive than Chinese lobsters. What's even more ironic is that these cheap vegetables are almost all from China. Haha, sorry, I'm a little off topic. Well, in fact, Japan makes a lot of money, but the consumption is also very high, especially for catering, which will cost almost half of the income. With rent, water and electricity, if this 200,000 is in my hands, it will definitely cost less than two years. But you are different. In China, food, clothing and accommodation are much cheaper than Japan. This 200,000 is in your hands. I believe that if you save money, there will be no problem in seven or eight years."

"So that's it." Ren Hao understood what Shang Qing meant.

"Haha, that's why I said, the money is not too much for me, but for you, it's different. You shouldn't calculate according to the standards of Chinese scriptists. Scripters should at least get more than twice as much money than them."

"Thank you."

"It's okay, but 200,000 is just my guess. If you really finalize it, you have to wait until the investment is completed before the contract will be agreed." After several contacts, the two of them no longer spoke so conservatively. Shang Qing said curiously: "I heard that you know a lot about the script. I guess you must be a screenwriter, right? Don't look at me in Japan, I often watch Chinese TV series. Haha, which movie was written by you? Have I seen it before?"

"Haha, you're really raising me." Ren Hao changed the phone with a laugh and cry: "I haven't written a script, and those things are all from my hearsay."

"Impossible?" Shang Qing obviously didn't believe him: "I heard from the producer that the storyboard script you sent a few days ago was written very professionally, especially the dialogues inside. If it weren't for the elderly who had been exploring in this industry for a few years, they would definitely not be able to write it."

Those conversations were entirely due to Aunt Rong and had nothing to do with Ren Hao.

"It's nothing." Ren Hao was a little ashamed: "Actually, I'm still a student."

"Student?" Shang Qing covered her mouth and giggled: "You... are so humorous."

"Uh, don't laugh, what I said is true."

During his time with Risheng, Ren Hao was reluctant to tell them his true age. After all, the old saying "I have no hair on my mouth and can't do things well" interprets many real problems.

However, Shang Qing gave him a good impression, and Ren Hao didn't want to hide it from her anymore.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shang Qing was a little stunned: "Does the student you are talking about refer to graduate students?"

"No." Ren Hao scratched his head: "To be precise, I just entered the first year of high school this year."

"Haha...hehe..."

After chatting with Shang Qing who couldn't help but laugh, Ren Hao hung up the phone. Ren Hao, who had never had the word "humor", was also labeled as humorous by Shang Qing.

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