Chapter 315 - Copyright issue (2/2)

Of course, it’s the same with negotiations. At the beginning, everyone would be hesitant to give up their property, but they would also need to give themselves room for bargaining and compromise.

In the end, Meng Fan insisted on his initial conditions and signed a cooperation agreement with Penguin Animation Network similar to the one signed with Kodansha and also authorized several copyrights; for example, copyrights for comic spin-offs and novel adaptations. As for movie adaptations and games, the rights stayed in Meng Fan’s hands.

As for animation rights, although they are still in Meng Fan’s hands for now, Meng Fan might wait until Kodansha’s representative comes over to discuss with the three parties.

The same contract was initially drafted, and neither party signed it.

Meng Fan contacted Takahashi Goro for explanation. Takahashi Goro called again soon after hanging up the phone. Kodansha was sending him and a close personnel to come to Huaxia tomorrow.

When Yixin and the deputy editor-in-chief heard about it, they decided not to go back but to stay in the city and wait for the Kodansha employees. If everything went well, they would sign the contract.

Meng Fan offered them a lift to the hotel. FlatHeadBro, who was still there, said that he would help Meng Fan and drive Yixin and the rest to the hotel.

Qin Jiaodao also came by car, but if she was to pick them up, they would have had to cram in her car, which couldn’t be compared with FlatHeadBro’s spacious Land Rover.

“Is writing a novel so profitable nowadays?”

The previous time, what Meng Fan saw as FlatHeadBro’s saddled horse might have been a little donkey. FlatHeadBro unexpectedly stated that he had a car; it was just that at daytime, it was more convenient to get coffee and milk tea and operate a little electric stove. In the evening though, it appeared appropriate to drive to Jieyan. He hadn’t expected that it was a Land Rover worth more than one million dollars.

Zhang Zhouwei, being right next to him, said with jealousy: “Whether or not does writing a novel make money — that, I do not know. However, what I do know is that FlatHeadBro is a suburban nouveau riche. It is said that making a fortune overnight is a daydream, something of very low probability. However, in China, something like that not only isn’t a daydream; it’s pretty common. It reminds me of places like Hangzhou with its households scheduled to be resettled — at least one to ten thousand of them. If the area is a little better, they will definitely not stop.”

Having seen that Meng Fan unexpectedly had put on an expression of jealousy, Zhang Zhouwei immediately distanced himself: “You jealous dummy!”

Meng Fan said: “I am not jealous of the resettlement, I am just thinking whether or not I must buy a car too.”

Zhang Zhouwei kept teasing around: “What car are you going to buy? Where do you want to go? Just go on foot!”

“Brother Meng, you’re back!”

Meng Fan was about to turn around and go back to the studio as it was a little cold outside. There was a man running anxiously from the other side of the road; it was Charlie.

Meng Fan supposed that Charlie parked his car nearby and asked him, laughing: “Charlie, are you going to the studio this late?”

“It’s great that you’re here!”

“Are you busy right now? There is this last-minute work at the studio; moreover, it’s related to Di Dao. I rushed here, although I have already finished work. There is this movie, a DreamWorks animated motion picture with Mandarin dubbing. We’ve got some stuff to do at last! If you’re not busy, come with me to see it.”

Meng Fan thought for a while and came to a conclusion that it was no big deal. Wu Tong would probably assume he hasn’t yet finished the meeting; furthermore, after signing a contract with The Chocolate Factory and getting rid of the “leeches,” he didn’t ever go out. He also felt kind of guilty, so he just nodded and said: “You go first; I will join you in a minute”.

Of course, he was interested in that dubbing project, it was a valid point.

“Ok, ok.”

Charlie rubbed his hands. In the courtyard, Zhang Zhouwei and some other people were laughing and greeting each other then quickly moved toward The Chocolate Factory. The day was getting more and more cold indeed.