Divorce at the beginning forced to become a full-time artist

Sitting by the hospital bed, Li An peeled oranges and apples for his father, and made him a stomach-warming porridge.

Li An didn't leave the ward until he watched his father fall asleep.

Fang Guokun had been waiting outside for a long time. Li An looked at the old Fang with the same vicissitudes of life, and said, "Uncle Fang, you've worked hard. Let's go have supper together."

Fang Guokun nodded, walked out of the hospital side by side with Li An, and ordered some skewers, two bowls of tomato sauce noodles, and a bottle of 52-degree Yuanqinghua at a barbecue stall in a nearby night market.

Down two glasses of wine.

Li An asked Fang Guokun: "Uncle Fang, tell me the truth, how is my father doing now?"

Fang Guokun ate two pieces of mutton, and then drank half a glass of white wine: "Are you saying that you are sick?"

Li An said: "The body, including the company."

Fang Guokun hesitated for a moment, and said: "The illness is tuberculosis, but now he has passed the infectious stage, and he should be cured soon. But he really can't smoke anymore, and the doctor said that he should not go to the printing factory easily, otherwise his condition will worsen." .”

Li An nodded: "Okay, he will not be allowed to smoke in the future. He will not be allowed to go to the printing factory either. From now on, Fang Bo, you can manage it."

Fang Guokun continued to pick up food, eat, and drink, but he didn't mention anything about the company.

Li An picked up the wine glass: "Uncle Fang, tell me about the company."

Fang Guokun didn't speak, he picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Your father won't let me talk, let alone tell you."

Li Anwei said to the old man in front of Fang: "I'm not an outsider, maybe I can think of a solution for my dad."

Fang Guokun took up the wine on the table again and drank it all.

Others are afraid of alcohol when they drink, but the wrinkled and black-and-white-haired Fang Bo in front of him is not only not afraid of alcohol, but also seems to drink extravagantly.

Only Li An knew... the so-called extravagant wine was just an escape from reality.

After drinking it in one gulp, Fang Guokun's eyes seemed to be closed or opened, but his eyes were full of helplessness and sighs.

"I won't hide it from you... Now the composition company is in a state of extremely negative profitability!"

"Now the country's song industry is full, and the composers of your father's composition company are relatively average. Don't mention any high-level and dominant works, even if they haven't even been in the top ten of the current music list. Composer The company is now in a state of extreme negative profitability."

"As for the publishing company, although it is not extreme, it is also in a negative profit state... Your father has always said that he wants to contact An Zhiruosu, who was on fire at He Province Radio Station a while ago, and hopes to publish An Zhi Ruosu's poetry collection. But he contacted He Province Radio Station five or six times. Every time, the other party rejected your father because the information was unknown. Now the publishing company is barely able to maintain itself by relying on the few best-selling books in the past few years, but it will soon be unable to maintain it."

"The two companies have a total of nearly a thousand employees, and your father's monthly salary is borrowed from the bank. Now, your father is under more pressure than anyone else!"

"Last month, a group of loan chasers approached your father and demanded 200 million yuan in loan principal and interest... Your father sold all the copyrights of the valuable book in his hand, so he barely paid it back."

Fang Guokun's face was full of exhaustion and tiredness: "The copyrights of those books are golden chickens that lay eggs! Once sold, all follow-up income will be cut off."

"After repaying the loan that time, your father was seriously ill and admitted to the hospital."

"The most important thing is that there should be ten days left, and another loan is due."

Fang Guokun was talking, but after saying a few words, he felt that he might be talking too much, he shook his head: "Forget it, Xiaoan, what's the use of talking to you? The company's affairs can't be solved by just talking, but It needs real money and a high enough interpersonal relationship to be able to solve it.”

Ang Lee asked, "How much money do you need?"

Fang Guokun looked at Li An, then shook his head again: "You are still a child, what's the use of saying this."

Fang Guokun knew that the house Li An lived in was bought by Li Dazhu, and the living expenses were also paid by Li Dazhu, so he never thought that Li An would have any real money in his hands.

And in the hearts of the older generation, a child is a child, even though Ang Lee is 25 this year.

Li An looked at Fang Guokun on the opposite side, his eyes were full of solemnity, calmness and calmness: "Uncle Fang, I mean, how much does it cost?"

……

Haishi, Telfan Hotel.

In the private room.

Su Yuqi's expression froze instantly: "Li An!?"

Wang Fan nodded: "Yes, he is the author of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern" and "Fights Break Sphere". His real name is Li An."

At this moment, Su Yuqi's whole body seemed to be pulled out of her soul, her bright eyes were actually somewhat empty and lifeless, as if her soul had flown to the sky.

"Miss Su? Miss Su?" Wang Fan reached out and shook Su Yuqi's eyes.

"Ah, oh!" Su Yuqi was finally woken up by Wang Fan, and she said with a forced smile on the corner of her mouth: "The Li An you mentioned, editor-in-chief, is really amazing."

"I heard from my manager, Sister Fang, that the two books, Ghost Blowing the Lantern and Fighting the Sky, have severely suppressed my "Li Geer". He wrote two such books at the same time. awesome."

Su Yuqi muttered, but her gaze was only on Lu Liang who was at the side, and her eyes were still extremely empty.

Although she has never been in contact with the online literature industry, Su Yuqi knows the general idea.

Internet literature is very prosperous now. According to the agent, Sister Fang, almost each of the twelve platinum writers on Yueyue.com has an annual income of tens of millions.

Among them, the best ones, such as Tang Chi San Ge, have achieved an annual income of hundreds of millions.

Even if a person who can write both "Ghost Blowing Out the Lantern" and "Fights Break the Sphere" is just a newcomer without any background, but one is at the top of the best-seller list and the other is at the second, I am afraid that these manuscript fees will add up to at least one month. Hundreds of thousands or even millions.

Although Su Yuqi didn't pay much attention to this number.

However, she simply thought that... her ex-husband, Li An, was neither worth nor worthy of this number!

now.

In Su Yuqi's head, only a few words echoed: Lu Liang, friend Li An;

All of them are locked on the person named 'Li An'.

But, is this Li An the same Li An?

Su Yuqi didn't know.

Reason told her that Ang Lee was her ex-husband; but the sensibility in her head put her in an extreme negative effect.

"No, this Li An is not that Li An!"

"Lv Liang's friend? That's probably just a coincidence."

"Li Ang, he is just a person with a very high level of poetry. He has no talent or level at all in terms of literary creation."

"Without any talent and level, it is impossible for him to update [-] words a day by himself, let alone write two books at the same time, and both books are at their peak."

"This Li An is not the same Li An, besides, he has already lost his self-motivation, how could he come back and write novels!"

Su Yuqi murmured in her heart, she strongly denied 'Li An'.