Grandpa's great writer

Chapter 43 Brown Sugar Ciba
"Teacher Zhang."

When Zhang Zhong was scanning the inside of the store, Shen Jian also saw him, raised his hand and whispered hello.

In fact, Shen Jian had never met Zhang Zhong, nor did he know what Zhang Zhong looked like, but he probably guessed it from seeing Zhang Zhong's eyes.

Zhang nodded, making sure that the "crow's feet" were Shen Jian.

In fact, Shen Jian's crow's feet may not be noticed by ordinary people, but he is wearing a peaked cap and a mask. Zhang Zhong naturally noticed him at a glance, but the most obvious part of the whole face is the crow's feet .

Zhang Zhong said to the counter, "A cup of Pu'er tea, and a plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."

The brown sugar glutinous rice cake of this restaurant is considered a signature dim sum, and most of the regular customers will order a portion when they come here. It is strange to say that a coffee shop that does not sell much coffee has the brown sugar glutinous rice cake as its signature.

The boss, Ni Yongqiang, glanced at Zhang Zhong who was walking inside, a little strange, why this person looked unfamiliar and familiar, but he didn't forget to say, "Okay, wait a minute."

Then he turned his head and said to his daughter, "You make the tea and bring it over, and I'll make glutinous rice cakes."

Zhang Zhong walked up to Shen Jian, and Shen Jian looked around before taking off his mask, and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, please forgive me, I have no choice but to dress like this."

"It's okay, I understand. If you feel unsafe, you can put the mask back on. I have no objection." Zhang Zhong said.

"It's okay." Anyway, there are not many people in the store now, as long as he doesn't show off, no one can recognize him.

"Have you brought the contract?"

Shen Jian nodded, and took out two sheets of paper from the briefcase, "Because it is authorized by the non-exclusive adaptation right, the regulations are not complicated, and all of them are here. There are two copies. You can read it first."

Zhang Zhong took over the contract. He had never seen an adaptation rights authorization agreement before, but there were few clauses on it, and it was easy to understand, and the meaning was clearly written.

Nanhuai Fengsha Cultural Development Company obtained the non-exclusive right to adapt "Chameleon", and it is limited to the creation of sketches, excluding movies, animations and other adaptations. The authorization period is ten years.

In fact, there is no fixed template for the agreement on the granting of adaptation rights. The key lies in how the two parties negotiate. As long as the scope of the adaptation and the time of granting are written, there will be no problem.

Zhang Zhong looked at the contract carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, he stretched out his hand to Shen Jian and said, "Did you bring the pen?"

Shen Jian quickly took out a pen, "Here you are."

Taking the pen, Zhang Chong signed his name on it, and because there was no official seal, he pressed his handprint with red mud.

After receiving the signed contract from Zhang Zhong, Shen Jian smiled all over his face, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were closed like a folding fan.Then he also signed his name on the contract, and returned one of them to Zhang Zhong.

"We each have one, and you take this one away."

After closing the contract, Shen Jian remembered something again and asked Zhang Zhong: "Mr. Zhang, you really don't think about being a screenwriter? I was very inspired by what you told me this morning. Since you already have Thinking, why don't you do it yourself?"

"No need, I don't know much about sketches." Zhang Chong said with a smile. Although he was smiling on the surface, he felt regretful in his heart. I don't know how to write the script.

It's better to refuse if you show your face.

"That's such a pity, but Mr. Zhang, don't worry, after the script comes out, your name will be on the screenwriter column. After all, the idea is still yours." Shen Jian said.

"It's okay, by the way, where are your sketches performed?" Zhang Zhong remembered that he hadn't understood this from beginning to end.

Shen Jian said, "It's Nanhuai Satellite TV's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. Although it's a satellite TV, it's a TV station in our own hometown after all, so I don't dare to be careless. The previous script has been deliberated for two months, and I always feel that there are some problems. Fortunately, it was let I saw Chameleon, or I'd just make do with it."

"Oh, it's Nanhuai Satellite TV."

Nanhuai Provincial Satellite TV is not considered top-notch among national satellite TVs, but it can also be included in the top few.

Like the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala, CCTV is not interested in doing it, but the satellite TVs of all provinces are trying their best.

This time, several David TVs competed secretly. Among them, Shonan Satellite TV focused on singing and dancing, and invited many singing and dancing stars, while Nanhuai Satellite TV could only find another way to make a name for itself in language programs. The Development Co., Ltd. is in this province, so they are invited here because they are close to the water.

"Then I wish you a successful performance."

Shen Jian said with a smile, "Now that I have a new script, I have full confidence."

After chatting for a few more words, Shen Jian got up and said goodbye, "Mr. Zhang, I'm pressed for time now, so I can't stay with you any longer. I'll come to the door to thank you after this time is over."

After Shen Jian left, Zhang Zhong held a cup of tea and drank slowly by himself. It was still a while before Pengpeng finished school, and he was not going to go home, so he was just killing time here, and then went directly to pick her up.

It takes time to make brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, and the boss came over with a plate after Shen Jian left, "Handsome guy, your brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."

When the food was served, Ni Yongqiang carefully looked at Zhang Zhong's face, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't remember who it was.

Strange, Ni Yongqiang shook his head, why can't he remember?
Zhang Zhong didn't know what Ni Yongqiang was thinking. He concentrated on the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of him. He hadn't eaten it for more than five years. After eating it, the feeling from five years ago resurfaced from his taste buds, but he felt that something was missing. He quickly took a sip of tea.

The aroma and bitterness of the tea are combined with the softness and sweetness of the brown sugar glutinous rice cake, which has a special taste. This is the complete memory of the taste buds, which brings Zhang Chong back to the time and space five years ago.

The meaning of food is often not just to satisfy the appetite, but to accompany the time nodes one by one, so that people can go back to the past through them.

After finishing the plate of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes in front of him with tea, his phone vibrated, and a message from the account reminded him to transfer 1 yuan into his bank account.

This should be a reward from Shen Jian's call. He had already given him his bank account number just now.

Although Zhang Zhong received 10,000+ in manuscript remuneration last month, it has not been credited yet. Now this [-] is his only income.

Collecting money must be a happy thing, especially for Zhang Zhong now.

Before he came here, he was still thinking about changing the keyboard and computer, but after he got the money, he forgot about changing the keyboard, computer and mobile phone.

Peng Peng has grown a little during this period, and there are not many clothes he can wear, and the old clothes from before are not very good-looking. After thinking about it, he thinks that he should buy some clothes for Peng Peng first.

Oh, and the fact that Peng Peng needs to learn to paint, he hasn't forgotten either.

"Boss, let's have another pack of brown sugar glutinous rice cakes."

(End of this chapter)