I just want to be self-reliant

In fact, no introduction is needed.

La Ge and the others have already got up quickly, but they mainly greeted the fat old man with a red face: Hello, Uncle Lan! Did you cook the charcoal-fired snails yourself? It's an honor!

But to the old man with Huafa, he only dared to put his palms together: Hello, sir...

Mr. Zha, you look very good.

Very respectful.

Luo Shixin's face was already full of excitement, and he rubbed his hands incoherently: Mr. Zha! Mr. Zha, you...

Even Long Zhiyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, got up in surprise, and couldn't believe it behind Zhao Dezhu: Mr. Zha! My God...

Zhao Dezhu is still in a daze, what are you talking about? Zha Zhahui?

Long Zhiyu wanted to pull his ears: The golden hero of martial arts novels, Mr. Cha!

oh!

You are talking about Lu Xun, what about Zhou Shuren?

We don't have that much culture...

Wait, write the golden hero who wrote the book The Laughing Hero Yi Biyuan?

A bold idea popped up in Zhao Dezhu's mind instantly, and he raised his hand to invite: Our bottle of Bordeaux is not bad, can you two have a drink, I also have something to ask you.

As soon as they met like this, Zhao Dezhu had an idea, and he didn't mince words.

Long Zhiyu hurriedly poked his lower back, what are you doing!

Do you ask someone as soon as you meet?

Compared with those admiring eyes around.

Mr. Cha, who is well-known in Chinese circles all over the world, is not dizzy with his old eyes that seem to see through human nature.

Instead, he came over with a smile: Then let me bother you for a drink. I'm very interested to hear what you have to say, little friend. Sit down...Hello, hello.

He shook hands with Luo Shixin quite elegantly and politely. This middle-aged man, who has always been quite steady, had already been full of admiration for his fanboy, and respectfully helped him with the dishes.

He went to welcome the fat old man with a red face to his seat.

The old man behind the counter, wearing an apron, raised his red wine glass with a smile and signaled, I still have a dish, come slowly.

Zhao Dezhu introduced unhurriedly: We are here to find Ge Ge and Sha Ge to shoot a game advertisement. This is my wife. I was her student. Now we are managing a high school in Jiangzhou together. Vocational College.

When Long Zhiyu heard Zhao Dezhu talking nonsense about the relationship between the two, she was a little indifferent.

Go back later and learn the lesson.

But I never expected that this guy would directly mention the teacher-student relationship between the two.

This is what she cares about the most.

Her face was flushed red, her hair was embarrassing with embarrassment, even though there was a problem with her spinal nerves, her toes were clenched tightly, and she wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Then bury Zhao Dezhu in it!

Die, die, die!

But not only Ah Le and the others showed no surprise on their faces, even Luo Shixin was stunned.

On the other hand, there was more of a smile on Mr. Zha's face, and he nodded when his eyes fixed on the blushing Long Zhiyu's face.

Because Zhao Dezhu actually went on to say: Actually, I was a pretty good-for-nothing guy. It was Sister Long in my mind who taught me how to behave and do things. That's why I gradually developed this sense of responsibility. I didn't find a good wife to make money alone. Money is good food and drink, I want to change more people, so that more young people like me, who have not worked hard for more than ten years, have another chance, thank you...

Everyone present could hear this metaphor.

Zhao Dezhu is comparing himself to Yang Guo!

In particular, most of them didn't know that his wife's surname was Long, and they thought he was boasting directly as a little dragon girl.

Even Mr. Cha thought: Thank you?

Zhao Dezhu is shameless and shameless: Yes, I grew up reading your books, so that when I meet someone I really love and love, I want to be with her regardless of age or status, as long as she is always happy in the future, this is Your book gave me the principles of life.

Maybe Jin Daxia has heard countless praises since he wrote those dozens of masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, but this is definitely the most fresh and refined one.

Because just looking at Long Zhiyu's blushing face made her ears turn red with shame.

She is definitely a dignified and conservative woman, standing straight with her shoulders flat and her waist straight, very well-bred and polite.

This is exactly the same as the little dragon girl with strong martial arts but extremely thin skin in the original book.

And Zhao Dezhu.

If you want to say that he looks like the ordinary handsome Yang Guo, you are talking nonsense.

But he is also almost dark, mainly because he really has that kind of evil and lazy look.

Then everyone didn't expect the smiling Jin Daxia to ask, Where's the eagle? Where's your eagle?

In fact, Long Zhiyu was inexplicably less shy when she heard Zhao Dezhu said that she wanted to bring people to have another chance, and the high temperature in her face faded away.

Hearing Jin Daxia ask this now, he laughed out loud, and hurriedly lowered his head to play with the chopsticks and spoons in front of him.

It turns out that the famous Jin Daxia is not so serious.

Maybe this is Zhao Dezhu's big heart now.

After being reborn, when he saw the richest man's father, he still had a kneeling and licking mentality of worshiping and wishing to kneel down and hug his thigh.

But after bargaining with the second rich man, he gradually erased this awe of the big man.

It can be said that without the second rich man, Zhao Dezhu would never have the idea of ​​simply messing with the richest man.

Not only is there the second rich side as an alternative, but the most important thing is that he has gotten used to big shots being human too.

This psychological boundary is difficult for many ordinary people to cross in their lifetime.

Including now, perhaps the entire HK people will regard Mr. Cha as a monument of the city, even Long Zhiyu was astonished and excited like a groupie.

Only Zhao Dezhu couldn't. His subconscious reaction was to think of the games he played in his previous life.

Those games in the name of the golden hero.

At this time... No one has bought the copyright of his game from Mr. Zha, right?

After all, this is a monument to the Chinese, and those foreign companies that have made great games have not yet developed the intention of developing this series.

The entire mainland market is still a muddy pit for playing pirated games.

Even domestic game companies have not evolved to the stage of purchasing official copyrights to make games.

Even the second rich and the others are more accustomed to what is popular in the market and what to copy.

Anyway, it’s all about making games, so it’s fine to create a fairy tale similar to those of Jin Daxia’s stories.

Dealing with people like HK who pay attention to copyright, how much copyright fees will be spent abruptly.

Isn't that stupid?

But for Zhao Dezhu, it is already a subconscious attitude after more than ten or twenty years.

Buy the copyright first, and then have the following statement.

So Zhao Dezhu took this joke without hesitation: If you sell me the copyright of your game, it will be mine.

This statement was absolutely beyond Mr. Zha's expectations.

Up to this point, he really hadn't met many people who approached him about the adaptation of the game copyright.

After all, narrative RPG games seem to be more suitable for his popular martial arts stories.

But everyone knows the plot of those stories, and it seems to limit the play of the game.

It seems that if every step does not follow the plot in the novel, it is not the authentic story.

Think about the countless versions of film and television dramas adapted by HK in the early years.

Those who have changed beyond recognition will most likely be scolded beyond recognition.

But completely faithful to the original and it is difficult to shoot new ideas.

So even in the last life that Zhao Dezhu remembered, games based on the old gentleman's martial arts stories were basically open online games.

It just borrowed the settings from the whole novel, the martial arts, the names of kung fu, etc., and the core of fighting monsters and upgrading.

The most important thing is that games are not considered a serious industry in this day and age.

Mr. Zha smiled without changing his face: What can you do with this eagle?

Zhao Dezhu also spoke boldly: As I said just now, some people think that games make people addicted and do not learn well, but that depends on who does it. In fact, martial arts novels are also called out by everyone in the mainland. Any elementary and middle schools are not allowed to read them. Collect one by one, but the books you wrote are still so classic. I plan to make games, and even making games is not my main purpose. I just want to make more money and use it to teach more ideas. People who work hard to become better, as for those who are addicted to the game... just think of them as contributing to others, isn't that what Brother Eagle is like, give good things to people who work hard, pull those wastes if they can pull them up, pull them up If not, I can’t help it.”

Just at this time, that Uncle Lan came over with a plate of cabbage salad that looked plain and put it on the table: Try it, the cabbage that was just airlifted from the highland country, can you get used to this taste?

Brother La still has a talent for comedy, he laughed hahaha and hurried to join him: Ah yo...

The back is a little crooked and grinning, unable to speak.

Zhao Dezhu also picked up his chopsticks curiously, but gave it to Long Zhiyu first.

So before he ate it, Long Zhiyu politely took a bite of the magnolia flower-like cabbage, and her face changed a little, but she frowned and covered her mouth delicately, then sipped and smiled.

Well, I've heard that this kind of European cabbage is actually the same as the bitter melon that we like to eat in the Southwest. It is bitter when you first eat it, but the aftertaste is very sweet and delicious.

Uncle Lan laughed: This little girl is very interesting, and the young couple are very interesting.

He casually sat down beside him, raised his red wine glass to signal Luo Shixin, swung the wine glass and began to drink.

Judging by his appearance, he must feel that the awakened red wine has brought such a huge change in his wake-up breath.

Jin Daxia looked at Zhao Dezhu, whose eyes were full of hesitation, and he forced himself to take it like medicine because he saw Sister Long took it.

It was as heroic as watching him eat love flowers.

Just smiled: If you want to buy it, how much do you plan to spend?

Zhao Dezhu thought for a while, and tried his best: Five million, this is all the money I can spend...

Long Zhiyu almost bit her own tongue? !

If the two returned to the hotel early, wouldn't they spend the money?

Life is full of ups and downs!

This time I came to HK, I actually spent seven million in a single gesture!

Once back to before liberation.

Now she regrets that she should sacrifice herself.

This guy is too rich to spend.