I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

An Yinong knew that he might be in a 'game', but he remained calm, just smiled and asked the two to sit down.

"A few big brothers have worked so hard to come over, have you eaten yet? Why don't we order food first and chat slowly?"

The four looked at each other, and Shi Shiran sat down.

An Yinong looked down at his watch, his left hand quickly wrote on a small piece of paper, rolled his fingers into a roll, and then took the cover of the desktop to Editor Qian: "Miss Qian, aren't you going to the bathroom? Can you call the waiter for us when you go out?"

"Okay, okay." An Yinong's calmness gave Editor Qian a lot of courage. Even though her heart was about to jump out of her chest, she still looked very calm.

Here, An Yinong calmly received the four 'bad visitors', while Editor Qian came out, called the waiter, and went to the bathroom to see that no one was there. Just opened the note.

On the note, it was written crookedly: Call, Hefu, call someone.

"Call to make a call." The mobile phone has not yet appeared, so the only way to make a call is to go to the lobby of this restaurant, or go out to find a phone booth.

Editor Qian thought that this was the restaurant ordered by the other party, who knows if it might be a group, so he slipped out through the back door next to the toilet and looked for the phone booth.

This An Yinong was ordering with a menu. He took it slow, first asked the restaurant's signature dishes, and then asked what these people liked.

One of them probably disliked him for dawdling, didn't read the menu, and reported a list of dish names.

"Sure enough," An Yinong thought to himself, "they are very familiar with this restaurant, maybe they have friendship."

After ordering the dishes and drinks, An Yinong took the list and asked them what they liked one by one.

"Hey, kid, you ordered so many things, don't you want us to treat you?" A gangster with dyed red hair asked him. Get used to wearing a suit.

"How come? Of course it's my treat. My father taught that boys should be more generous outside." An Yinong squinted and smiled, pure and kind.

But they were a little puzzled: "Child, did you draw "The Desert"?"

An Yinong showed a little panic: "Yes, it is a cooperation, I have an idea and invite someone to come and paint."

After a while, editor Qian came back, and the food and drinks began to be served.

"Everyone eat first, I'm still hungry now." An Yinong rubbed his stomach, looking like he was going to eat a big meal.

This is different from the 'little boss' that Editor Qian usually sees. She is scared to death, and she tries to keep calm, trying to pretend to be 'smart and capable'.

But these people's attention was not on her at all.

The middle-aged man winked at one of them, and the man took out a printed piece of paper: "Our company, we liked your comics and wanted to use them to make movies. Make a movie, do you want to watch it?"

"Of course I want to watch the movie. But do I have to book it today? I have to ask my father and mother about this." An Yinong hesitated, Play a young master who was raised in a greenhouse and has no opinion and indecision.

"You, you, you, calm down, what do you want?"

"Hey! We are talking about business, don't fight and kill." The middle-aged man pretended to hold the young man, he looked at An Yinong again, "You signed earlier, we If you cooperate earlier, you will go home earlier, okay?"

An Yinong looked frightened. He picked up the 'contract' with trembling hands. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "The copyright fee is 100,000 yuan? Is it true or false?"

They looked at each other and laughed: "Really, if you sign, the one hundred thousand will be credited immediately."

A pen was placed in front of An Yinong: "Sign it."

"But I..." He picked up the 'contract', "Can I look at it again? I think..."

Before he finished speaking, a gun was placed on An Yinong's forehead, the red-haired young man covered in fleas was impatient: "I hate your dawdling the most. It's someone who's rubbing it, do you sign it?"

Editor Qian's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Calm down, calm down." An Yinong was sweating coldly on his face, looking scared and cowardly, "I signed, can I still sign?"

The gun knocked on his forehead again: "What are you doing? Sign."

An Yinong stretched out his hand and was about to pick up a pen.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

The people in the box were stunned for a moment, but they didn't react. It was too late, and the direction of An Yinong's hand changed. He grabbed the gun on his forehead and moved it away. With a backhand twist, he grabbed the pistol. Then he grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and flipped the table in the direction of those people.

The soup was all over the place.

"Come on." Editor Qian was so frightened that he couldn't move, and An Yinong grabbed his arm and rushed to the door.

Editor Qian was pushed out of the door first, and then An Yinong himself stepped out: "Be careful, they have guns."

"Good young master." The bodyguards who finally arrived at the door also took out their own affairs, and rushed in while sending An Yinong and the frightened editor Qian Qian out of the door.

The bodyguards invited by the He family are all of the real level and have thick protective clothing. some knives.

Editor Qian was frightened after looking at these things.

An Yinong took out his handkerchief, took a look at these pistols, and put it down.

"Immortal dance? Play with me?" He smiled at the middle-aged man.

After ten minutes, he was finally caught.

"Who are you?" the middle-aged man asked, wanting to die a little more clearly.

"The boss of the magazine publishing house, don't you know?" An Yi's stallholder, "I heard that some people are interested in the film rights of our resident cartoonist, so come and have a look."

"What family are you from?" The middle-aged man finally figured it out, "Are you mad at me?"

"Yin you? If you come to talk about copyright sincerely, I will sincerely entertain you, but unfortunately, the opportunity was not seized."

An Yinong sat on a clean stool and held the 'contract': "100,000? I'm afraid that in the end I won't be able to reach 10,000. No, it depends on what you do. Pai, it is estimated that he is not ready to give money at all. However, when reporting income and expenditure, it will be reported according to the expenditure of 100,000. Is that right?"

The middle-aged man was silent, but his expression said it all: yes, that's what they thought and did.

salary.

In the end, it was basically a zero-cost movie, and most of the box office was in the bag.

In addition, they also laundered money through the box office, and the box office of 500,000 was blown into 1 million, so the black money of 500,000 was washed so cleanly that it could be used. .

Wonderful, really wonderful.

It's more appropriate to choose old comics that others have at least heard of. So, for this book, who reminded you to buy the copyright?"

An Yinong asked again.

The middle-aged man just looked at him contemptuously, as if to say: Ask whatever you want, I am 'hard-bone' and will not betray the organization.

"Okay, if you don't say it, if you don't say it, it will be counted on the boss behind you. As for you, if you want to get jailed so much, then go to jail."

An Yinong was too lazy to say, he stood up: "Illegal possession of guns, blackmail, threats...call the police."

Soon, these people were escorted away. Editor Qian looked ashamed: "It's all because I didn't investigate clearly." As a result, the little boss, who was five or six years younger than her, came forward to settle it.

"It's not your problem if you have the heart or not. I'll have someone take you home first, go back and have a cup of hot tea and sleep, and the matter will pass. I will handle the rest after that, don't worry Well, these people can't get out."

Editor Qian didn't react until she got in the car. The little boss's words were to comfort her, so don't worry about these people coming out to harass her. Moreover, he was the first to push her out the door just now.

"Well..." She covered her heart: what should I do, even if the little boss is so small, she still feels so handsome, so safe, and so considerate.

So many bodyguards were dispatched, and finally they had to call the police. An Yinong couldn't hide such a big thing. Almost as soon as he returned home, he met the original owner's mother who was weeping and the original owner's father who was so nervous that he kept spinning in circles.

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He Chengjue also ran over: "I heard that it is because of the publishing house, what is it?"

"A group of people wanted to do fairy jumping, but I found out. In order to prevent them from jumping over the wall, I asked the bodyguards to come over. It's nothing. ?"

Indeed, An Yinong looked like a normal person, better than anyone else.

"Dad, you didn't tell Grandpa them? I'm really fine, don't scare Grandpa."

He Chengjue shook his head: "I came over immediately when I heard the news, and I haven't told your grandfather yet. Don't mess around next time. Bring bodyguards when you go out. The people outside are very bad."

"Okay, got it."

Dad and me, okay?"

"Got it, Mommy." An Yinong, who used to be cheeky, was rarely at a loss. He was a little unaccustomed to being so close to his elders, and he liked it indescribably - so he had Parents are concerned, that's what it feels like.

Because of this small accident, the original owner's parents, who had already hated each other, stayed and lived in his small villa for two days. After confirming that An Yinong had no problems, Li Yufeng left because of work, and He Chengjue kept it.

He was completely lost.

"You are going to divorce yourself." An Yinong reminded him.

"I know, but your mommy is the only person I've worked hard for in my life, you don't understand." He Chengjue sullenly ran to drink.

An Yinong spread his hands helplessly: He didn't understand the mood of the sea king.

"By the way, there is one more thing." He Chengjue, who had run far away, ran back, "When will you come back to live? Now that my marriage to your mommy and I have divorced, the tabloids have also ceased. I don't worry about people living here."

An Yinong is a little strange: "It's not comfortable for you to live there alone?"

"Not at all." He Chengjue thought about it, it was a very large villa complex, but there were not many people who actually lived there, which made people feel hairy.

"I'm fine here, let's talk about it after a while." An Yinong refused, he lived well here, what did he do back home? Admire the navy decor in your room?