Chapter 13： (2/2)

Fu Ting said: ”I want to buy the film and television rights of Shazhou Chronicle.”

It turned out that it was for this. Fu Zhen remembered that someone wanted to buy this from himself a few days ago, but he refused. It seems that that person should have been sent by Fu Ting.

Why did he want to buy the copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle on a whim? The Fu family is not an entertainment company. Fu Zhen understands after a little thought. Although the Fu family does not open an entertainment company, there is a baby girl in the entertainment industry. Fuck, most of the copyrights of Shazhou Chronicle were bought and given to Tang Wanwan.

Fu Zhen rejected Fu Ting in one mouth: ”I don't sell.”

Fu Ting looked at Fu Zhen in front of him, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip. He took a step forward, and Fu Zhen was startled, his left leg was not stable, he took a breath, and he didn't even cry out pain. .

Fu Ting lowered his head and looked at Fu Zhen's left leg. After a while, he said: ”...your leg?”

Fu Zhen's expression was a little vacant. After a while, he raised his head and looked at Fu Ting with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He spoke softly and asked Fu Ting: ”Mr. Fu is now trying to threaten me and take my other Did your leg break?”

After Fu Zhen said these words, he lowered his head again, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow. No one knew what he was thinking at this time.

Fu Ting was stunned. He didn't mean that just now. He just... just wanted to ask how his legs are now.

He didn't bother to explain to Fu Zhen, and said to Fu Zhen in a nonchalant tone of talking about official business: ”The Shazhou Chronicle studio was built by my father and I. The soundtrack of the Shazhou Chronicle's post-dubbing is also the person I helped you find. Without our Shazhou Chronicle, it would be impossible to broadcast. You said, how many percent of your studio's shares should be held by my father and I.”

Fu Zhen raised his head abruptly and looked straight at Fu Ting who was opposite him. His black eyes seemed to be an abyss, sucking Fu Ting's soul in.

Fu Ting's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. He opened his lips, but before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhen say to himself: ”Okay, I'll sell it to you.”

His tone was relaxed, and he couldn't hear the embarrassment at all. Fu Ting simply wanted to doubt whether Fu Zhen's refusal just now was asking him to refuse and set the price.

”The copyright of the Shazhou Chronicle can be given to you,” Fu Zhen repeated, ”I have two requirements.”

Fu Ting didn't like the appearance of Fu Zhen very much. He said indifferently: ”You don't want to be too tight.”

”First, I hope you, and Fu... Mr. Fu Jianchen, don't bother me anymore,” Fu Zhen paused slightly, and then added to Fu Ting, ”Even if we meet on the road, we will treat each other Treat it as a stranger.”

This request is not excessive, and even fits Fu Ting's mind. If it wasn't for Wanwan to want the film and television rights of Shazhou Chronicle, he would not want to see Fu Zhen. Fu Ting nodded without hesitation: ”Okay.” ”

Fu Zhen also nodded and continued: ”Secondly, I will not update the Shazhou Chronicle in the future. You can make up the next story as you like. Don't ask me again.”

Fu Zhen's tone was gradually lowered, and there was a hint of relief in it.

”Yes.” Fu Ting nodded. The Shazhou Chronicle was not completely completed by Fu Zhen alone. He could find other people working in the studio to complete the rest of the Shazhou Chronicle.

Fu Zhen raised his hand and made a high five to Fu Ting.

Winter nights always come earlier, and the sky will darken unknowingly. Under the twilight and the dim street lights, Fu Ting has a lot of cocoons in Fu Zhen's palm that he has never seen before.

He was in a daze, vaguely remembering that in the past, every time he made a promise with Fu Zhen, he would give a high-five. This was what he learned from cartoons. At that time, he was still young, not the age of school. All day long, either watching cartoons on the sofa holding a teddy bear den, or playing a ball in the small garden behind the villa.

By the time Fu Ting recovered, Fu Zhen had already retracted his hand. He laughed, with a hint of irony in his laughter: ”Forget it, what do you do with high-five now? When will Mr. Fu draw up the contract? Let me sign.”

”Good.” Fu Ting said.

Fu Zhen turned around and walked into the corridor. The sound-controlled lights in the corridor were broken a lot, and his figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Fu Ting stood there for a long time, darkness and cold wafting around him like ghosts. For a while, what Fu Zhen said to him was in his mind, and for a while, Tang Wanwan coquettishly called his brother, Fu. Ting turned around, got in the car, and left this place.

Fu Zhen went up the stairs, and pictures of getting along with Fu Ting and Fu Jianchen when he was a kid flashed in his mind... Dad called his nickname, opened his arms and hugged him up from the lawn. My brother saw from the side The workbook that was wet by him, pretending to be very angry, walked over and raised his hand as if to spank him, he cried out, hugged his father's neck tightly, and determined not to let go.

He thought he would not cry anymore, but tears rushed out of his eyes involuntarily, and the lights in the corridor were dim. He staggered a step, fell directly on the corner of the stairs, and couldn't get up again.