Yang Fan sat in the bus, leaning on his chin, staring blankly at the bustling night scene of Jianghai City, but kept thinking about Zhao Xinlong's words in his mind.
That's not the case. I used to trust my wife very much.
The money I earned from writing screenplays over the years was over one million. Apart from daily expenses and favors, the remaining seven or eight hundred thousand was given to Xia Ruhua.
But Xia Ruhua didn't know where she spent the money.
But even so, I never doubted Xia Ruhua.
Moreover, the two of them were very loving before and after marriage, and their family was harmonious and happy.
Ever since his sister-in-law Xia Siyu told him on his birthday that her sister went drinking with someone.
He was angry, perhaps because of the dissatisfaction and conflicts accumulated over the years, all combined to explode.
Then he rushed into the dinner party and beat Xu Ning.
From that moment on, his relationship with Xia Ruhua dropped to a freezing point.
In the more than two years since he was imprisoned, Xia Ruhua never visited him.
Until two months ago, Xia Ruhua came to him with the divorce agreement and asked him to sign it.
I am not sick, nor am I narrow-minded. If a normal man encounters this kind of thing, he will probably suspect his wife of cheating.
Not to mention that Xia Ruhua did a lot of abominable things during the period after he was released from prison.
Can he not doubt it?
I have been in prison for more than two years, and I feel a little extreme inside, and I feel angry when I come out.
But what Zhao Xinlong said today suddenly woke him up.
This can't go on like this. Xia Ruhua and I are husband and wife. Do I still doubt her?
My wife is obsessed with her career. She wants to make money, lots and lots of money, but she is not satisfied.
To put it nicely, he is ambitious in his career; to put it worst, he is a bit worshipper of money.
There is nothing wrong with worshiping money, as long as Xia Ruhua doesn't exchange her body for money, that's fine.
Yang Fan thought of this, wiped the blurred tears from the corners of his eyes, took out his cell phone and dialed his wife Xia Ruhua's cell phone.
Toot toot…
The phone rang for more than ten seconds before Xia Ruhua answered the call.
"What are you doing? I have returned to Jianghai City. I won't be traveling on business in the next few months. Don't worry."
Xia Ruhua took the initiative to 'report the itinerary' without waiting for Yang Fan to speak.
It's just that this report of the trip was somewhat angry and sarcastic.
She thought Yang Fan called her to ask about the itinerary.
Yang Fan remained silent and did not speak immediately.
Seeing Yang Fan's strange silence, Xia Ruhua felt a little uncomfortable.
"Why are not you talking?"
Xia Ruhua asked in surprise.
Yang Fan sniffed with sobs and said with a trembling voice: "Daughter-in-law, I was wrong."
"During this period, I was too willful and did not consider your ideas."
"Do you have time? Let's go home and have a meal tonight."
Yang Fan's three words made Xia Ruhua unable to recover for a long time.
Yang Fan thought that his mobile phone was out of network.
At this time, Xia Ruhua spoke again, still in a cold tone, but if you listen carefully you can hear the vibrato.
"I, okay, I'll go back as much as possible."
"Um."
Yang Fan hung up the phone and said nothing more.
The bus stopped at the entrance of Chunfu Community where Yang Fan was located. After getting off the bus, Yang Fan went straight to the supermarket and bought a fish, half a catty of meat, eggs, vegetables and fruits.
For this purpose, I bought a bouquet of flowers and two candles.
He didn't even remember how long it had been since he and Xia Ruhua had a candlelight dinner.
I have been in jail for two and a half years, so at least three years.
Fast forward three years, and he and Xia Ruhua have never been romantic.
Yang Fan carried a few bags upstairs, opened the door with the key, and started working without resting.
He spent more than 80 yuan on this dinner, which caused him to bleed violently.
This also made Yang Fan quite emotional. In the past, after selling a script, he could get 200,000 to 300,000 yuan.
At that time, a single blood loss cost at least several thousand to tens of thousands of yuan.
Now I only spent more than 80 yuan, which is already considered a huge hemorrhage.
After finishing four dishes, Yang Fan sat tiredly on the sofa.
It is already half past seven in the evening, and the sky has turned completely dark.
He took out his cell phone again, flipped through his address book, and found the phone number marked as the boss.
The boss, of course, is not a gangster kind of boss.
Instead, the title within the circle is the editor-in-chief in charge of his own script, the editor-in-chief of Sweet Orange Film and Television.
The three scripts I have written before were all sold to Orange Film and Television.
Sweet Orange Film and Television is also in Donghai City.
Taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and pressed Dial.
I haven’t contacted him in the past three years. This is my first time contacting my boss, and I feel a little uneasy.
"Hello, who's there?"
After dialing the phone for a long time, a man's voice came from the phone.
"Boss, it's me, Yi An."
Yang Fan took a deep breath and spoke with a trembling tone.
Suddenly, the sound of breathing there was stagnant.
I don’t know how long it took, but the boss’s voice came to Yang Fan’s ears again.
"When did you get out of prison?"
"It's been more than a week since I came out."
"You came to me because you want to continue submitting scripts?"
The boss's voice and tone were calm, not very excited or angry.
In business, there is an exchange of interests between two people.
There may have been some relationship before, but with Yang Fan in jail, too many things have happened in the past three years.
There must be other excellent screenwriters on staff.
Yang Fan's tone was a little humble and cautious.
"Boss, I, I want to ask, has the movie "Sweetheart in the Sea of Clouds" I wrote before been released?"
"Oh, it's released and has 300 million views. What's wrong?"
"We signed a sharing agreement before, and I can share 2% of the income. I don't know, this..."
Yang Fan asked tentatively, quite cautiously.
Five years ago, he wrote a script, which was a short play with a female protagonist.
The genre of "Sweetheart in the Sea of Clouds" can also be seen from its name.
The contract signed at that time was a sharing agreement, and I had 2% of the income.
"If you don't say this, I will be looking for you soon."
I saw that the boss's voice suddenly increased a lot, and his voice became thicker.
"Because you were imprisoned, the show almost failed to be released, which caused a lot of losses to the company."
"so…"
Yang Fan's heart tightened and he asked uneasily: "So what?"
"Your income has made up for the loss. Not only that, you still need to compensate the company for losses of 100,000 yuan."
"Why?"
Yang Fan originally wanted to have a good chat with the boss and have a good discussion.
But after his words, Yang Fan couldn't sit still at all, jumped up from the sofa and roared.
"I'm not an employee of your company, I'm just a script writer. I signed a contract with you for a drama. Why should I compensate for the losses caused?"
"Because your reputation has been in trouble and caused us losses, of course you have to compensate us."
"Our contract clearly states that in Chapter 3, Article 9, if the reputational damage caused by Party A affects the rights and interests of Party B, Party B has the right to file for compensation, including litigation and other rights."
The boss's tone was still very cold and he laid out the factual basis of the contract.
Yang Fan's head was buzzing. He crawled to the coffee table, opened the drawer and found the contract for the script of "Sweetheart in the Sea of Clouds".
In Chapter 3, Article 9, I found this sentence.
He was immediately dumbfounded, his face turned pale and he couldn't say a word.
"Yi An, if you don't pay compensation, then we will meet in court."
Yi An is Yang Fan's stage name in the industry and also his pen name.
"Yi An? Hello?"
"Don't try to delay time. Our company's legal department is busy these days, and we will come to negotiate with you in a few days."
When Yang Fan heard that the other party had hung up, he threw the phone on the coffee table in a daze.
Unexpectedly, I originally wanted to ask for some share rights, but was told that I would have to lose money.
One hundred thousand, if I had it before, I could actually take it out.
What should I use now? Where can I get it?
The total number of my whole body is less than 200...
He slumped under the sofa. He originally wanted to have a candlelight dinner with his wife and apologize to her, but now he was in no mood.
Kaka…
At this time, there was the sound of unlocking the door.
Then, Xia Ruhua walked in wearing a suit.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Xia Ruhua was immediately startled when she saw Yang Fan slumped on the ground.
Yang Fan looked up at Xia Ruhua in astonishment, suddenly reacted, and ran to his wife very excitedly, holding Xia Ruhua's hand.
"Ruhua, do you have any money?"
Xia Ruhua was startled by Yang Fan's appearance and took two steps back.
"How much do you want? What is it for?"
"One hundred thousand, give me one hundred thousand!"
Yang Fan was excited and shouted.
Xia Ruhua looked at Yang Fan in surprise, then frowned and asked, "You, what do you want so much money for?"
"I…"
Yang Fan told Xia Ruhua exactly what happened, with red eyes.
His career had just started to show some momentum, but God gave him such a big setback again.
The little self-confidence and reason I had just built were shattered again.
After Xia Ruhua listened to Yang Fan's words, her face immediately became angry.
"So it turns out that this is why you asked me to come back for dinner and apologized to me? Are you asking me for money?"
Xia Ruhua immediately misunderstood Yang Fan.
"No, no, I didn't!"
Yang Fan quickly shook his head crazily.
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Xia Ruhua stared at Yang Fan coldly, how could she believe it?
How could such a good man, who was originally a good person, turn into such a virtuous person after being imprisoned?
"No, like a flower, like a flower!"
Yang Fan looked at the back of Xia Ruhua who was determined to leave home, and he shouted twice.
But he couldn't make Xia Ruhua turn around and come back.
Yang Fan's brain was a little stagnant, and there was a white light in front of his eyes. He was a little stupid.