Rise from yearning

Chapter 77 Invitation to "The King of Masked Singer"!
"Mr. He, I will explain to Zifeng at Zifeng's place. The important thing is whether Brother Wu Jing will agree." Lin Qi said.

"Wu Jing, let me get in touch for you." He Jiong replied.

After talking to He Jiong for a few more words, Lin Qi hung up the phone.

He looked at the script in his hand, his heart really itch.

So Lin Qi turned on the WPS and directly wrote all the plots of "The Wandering Earth".

Although Lin Qi could vaguely remember some of the contents, he couldn't remember many of them clearly, so he spent 50 prestige to buy the novel "The Wandering Earth", and wrote all the contents of 2.3 words, word for word.

Two hours later, Lin Qi clapped his hands, and now Lin Qi was much more satisfied.

After sending the written script to Wang Lei, Lin Qi went downstairs to have dinner.

On the other side, Huang Lei, who was about to rest, was about to turn off the computer and go out to buy some supper, when he noticed a message from the WeChat window.

Wang Lei clicked on the message and saw that it was a document from Lin Qi. After thinking about it carefully, Wang Lei showed a simple and honest smile. He was still chatting with him at such a late hour. Could it be that Brother Qi has something good to share with him?

So, Wang Lei squinted his smiling face, took a tissue, opened the file, and was about to enjoy the epic collision when Wang Lei crooked.

I wipe it, the paper is ready, and you let me see this?

Wang Lei's eyeballs almost popped out.

When Wang Lei was about to reason with Lin Qi, he suddenly noticed the name of this document.

"Wandering Earth"

Wang Lei narrowed his eyes, Lin Qi would not send documents to himself in idleness, obviously this is a very important matter.

So, Wang Lei began to read the text of "The Wandering Earth".

Originally, Wang Lei just watched casually, but he was deeply attracted by the content of the flow of the earth, and his breathing became more and more rapid. At some point, sweat came out of his mind.

After a long, long time, Wang Lei smiled very presumptuously, causing his father who was squinting his eyes to admire him to use too much force...

"You brat, it's almost ten o'clock and you still don't go to sleep, are you looking for death?" Soon, the door was kicked open, the father of the king was disheveled, staring at his son with beard and eyes.

Seeing his father's appearance, Wang Lei smiled angrily, as if he had thought of something, he turned the computer to show his father.

Father Wang was about to continue scolding Wang Lei for disturbing his elegance, but after looking at the content left in the computer file, he immediately pulled up his chair and looked through it.

Soon, Father Wang couldn't hold back anymore, he looked at Wang Lei and asked, "Who gave this to you?"

"My friend. We met today." Wang Lei answered honestly.

Father Wang nodded, took out a cigar out of nowhere, lit it quietly, and after taking a deep breath, Father Wang asked, "Did he say anything?"

When Wang Lei was about to answer no, his cell phone vibrated and a message came.

"He said it was based on the script of "Little Broken Ball"."

Upon hearing this, Father Wang shook his head with a broken smile and said, "No, you are wrong."

When Wang Lei heard his father's words, he was a little puzzled. When he was about to ask, his father said something meaningful.

"Do you think "Little Broken Ball" can be compared with "The Wandering Earth"?"

Wang Lei narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. He understood the meaning in his father's tone. He looked at his father in surprise and asked, "What does father mean..."

"That's right." Father Wang nodded.

"But the plot of "The Wandering Earth" is very similar to "Little Broken Ball", and we have already purchased the film and television copyright." Wang Lei hesitated.

Father Wang shook his head, sneered and said, "Since I bought it, I can return it, and my old face will go out again. You don't have to worry about the copyright, these are just two books, and they don't constitute a book at all. Plagiarism, and the setting of "The Wandering Earth" is much more advanced than this kind of pulp novel."

Immediately, Wang's father glanced at Wang Lei and reminded him, "Besides, you forgot what I told you last time?"

Wang Lei nodded, remembering what his father said when he handed "Little Broken Ball" to him.

Soon, he showed a knowing smile, looked at Father Wang, and felt a little sad for him, "If you do this, he won't bite us back, will he?"

Father Wang showed a loving smile, but this smile revealed many meanings.

"What he did at the beginning, I think he will think of the result today. Don't worry about it, son. I will stand up for you. If you give him 1 courage, he will not dare to be presumptuous, and I still have a lot of money in my hand." material."

Father Wang seemed to think of the dog-eat-dog situation at that time, showing a cunning and cunning smile.

Seeing Father Wang's smile, Wang Lei couldn't help shivering, he began to feel pity for those people.

It's not good to provoke anyone, but my father, this is not retribution.

Soon, Wang Lei replied a message to Lin Qi.

Lin Qi looked at this message, and after understanding it, he always felt that he had caused trouble.

But Tian Gao had a tall man staring at him, so he felt at ease.

If they want to play, Lin Qi is also interested in helping out. After successfully registering the copyright of "The Wandering Earth", Lin Qi quietly watched the matter unfold.

Just as Lin Qi was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep, he received a call from a stranger.

After Lin Qi connected, when he heard a familiar voice, Lin Qi smiled.

It was Wu Jing who made the call, and he readily agreed to Lin Qi's invitation.

Not only that, but the message I left for Zifeng earlier got a response soon.

Hearing that Kung Fu star Wu Jing and Zhang Zifeng participated in the performance, Wang Lei screamed with excitement.

This time he didn't have such good luck. After being educated by the prince's father, he settled down.

However, hearing that there might be a big lineup for his film, Wang Lei didn't sleep well all night, and even cried with excitement.

The next day Father Wang got up, looked at the pile of papers on the table, and Wang Lei's listless appearance, sighed, said something about restraint, and then went out to buy a bullwhip, he wanted to make up for his son.

Waking up early in the morning is a new day, let me cheer myself up first, exercising is too difficult, magic mirror, magic mirror, save me...

After a morning of physical exercise, Lin Qi took a shower comfortably, sat on the balcony, and basked in the gentle sunshine comfortably.

Now his life is indeed a bit too idle.

Soon, he couldn't relax.

"Is that Mr. Lin Qi? I am the chief director of "The King of Masked Singer", and we sincerely invite you to be a guest of this season's "The King of Masked Singer"."

"I am glad to."

"Okay, I'll book a plane ticket to Fucheng right away, and we'll meet and chat."

"Ok."

After Lin Qi hung up the phone, he showed a fulfilling smile.

He had a hunch that since he accepted this program, he would not have much time to relax.

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