Poverty alleviation variety show goes to the countryside, my talent can no longer be hidden

Chapter 112 What’s the train of thought of this person?
After five days of rest, the crew officially received a notice—it started snowing in Chuncheng!

All those who were on vacation immediately rushed back to the crew and prepared to gather for the final stop.

The three people from Siyuan Village also came back, only Xu Lingyue stayed there to continue her vacation and recuperate.

Although the trip to Siyuan Village was short, it was an unforgettable memory for them because of the causes and consequences of the Li Meng incident.

"Writer Zhou, it's such a pity that you didn't go. Let me tell you, the feeling of the chorus was so touching. You can't experience it just by watching the video!"

"Only by personally participating in it can you feel the resonance of the children's souls. It's really shocking..."

Listening to Lin Xina's chattering, Zhou Hao could only respond with an awkward smile.

It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I can’t go…

Along with Lin Xina and others came the Shanhai Film and Television team, led by Peter Lam himself.

As soon as I entered the crew, I found Zhou Hao directly.

"Writer Zhou, can you please have a word with me?"

Zhou Hao had already guessed the other party's intention, so he nodded and followed him into the teahouse.

After three or two rounds of pleasantries, Peter Lam got straight to the point, "Zhou Hao, we have already communicated with Miaobi. Regarding the adaptation rights of Nirvana in Fire, Miaobi has agreed in principle."

"The rest is up to you."

Damn, this is quite fast.

At least these dirty-hearted bastards of Miaobi are not beyond redemption.

After pretending to think about it, Zhou Hao nodded and said, "I have no objection. I trust your production attitude and professionalism."

“Thank you.” Peter Lam said with a smile, “Then I won’t beat around the bush. Do you have any requests for copyright fees and screenwriter fees?”

Zhou Hao hesitated for a moment, feeling a little hesitant.

He remembered Peter Lam’s previous promise - to replace the rigid copyright fee with a profit-sharing system.

But the question is...what is the appropriate ratio?
He didn't know much about the ins and outs of this.

If you ask for too much, the negotiation will fail easily; if you ask for too little, you will suffer a loss...

Seeing his dilemma at a glance, Peter Lam took the initiative to say, "Let me give you some rough reference data."

"The drama industry rarely adopts the editor profit system, but the film industry generally practices it more. Only those big screenwriters who have made a name for themselves can have the bargaining power in this regard."

"Under normal circumstances, the screenwriter's dividend ratio fluctuates between 0.5% and 3%, and no one has ever exceeded the upper limit of 3 points."

"This may be a bit general, so let me give you a direct example - the ratings champion of the year before last was CCTV's "Sunshine Under the Sophora Tree", written by Su Wei, a top screenwriter in the industry, and her dividend ratio was 2.3%."

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Hao nodded, he understood.

There are basically two meanings in this statement - 1. CCTV's gold medal screenwriter only gets 2.3%, you are still a rookie.

2. The screenwriters of the annual ratings champion only get this little. If our web drama gets more... it would be a bit against the rules and would easily be criticized by all parties.

But in fact, Zhou Hao didn't have any outrageous requirements for the proportions, he still had some idea in his mind.

Being able to receive dividends is indeed an exception for Shanhai.

After thinking for a moment, he began to ask for a sky-high price: "Mr. Lin, the price in my mind is 2 points."

Peter Lam returned the money and said, "Writer Zhou, but we can only give you 1.2."

Zhou Hao narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Then let's each take a step back and try to mediate?"

Lin Jianyue grinned and extended his hand, "Happy cooperation."

Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment, then quickly extended his hand, "Happy cooperation."

Obviously, the range of around 1.5 is the acceptable range for Shanhai. It is estimated that the decision had already been made in a meeting before we came.

Lin Jianyue's offer of 1.2 was actually a hint of a quick victory. The negotiation process was so smooth that Zhou Hao felt it was a little unreal.

1.6% copyright dividend, how comfortable!
You should know that on the neighboring earth, the first broadcast rights of "Nirvana in Fire" were sold for 200 million!

And it will continue to sell well and will definitely be a cash cow!

Even if he stops writing now, he can probably live a stable life just relying on the copyright income from this drama!
After the initial verbal agreement was reached, Peter Lam immediately asked his legal department to draft a formal agreement, which made Zhou Hao feel a little embarrassed.

Without an agent or legal advisor, I was completely in the dark.

When I signed the contract for Day and Night, Miaobi helped me deal with the legal issues.

Since I plan to change jobs and go solo later...it is imperative to form my own team.

After finishing his business, Peter Lam treated the main creators to a good meal and then personally sent the crew on the plane.

This is Zhou Hao's first time to come to Chuncheng.

As a kid from a coastal city in the south of the Yangtze River, I have rarely seen snow in my life. Occasionally, when I see a few snowflakes falling in the sky in winter, I would be excited for a long time.

But when he entered the City of Spring, he truly realized how concrete the four words "heavy snowfall" were.

Only two swan feathers had fallen, and thick snow had already accumulated in Spring City. At a glance, the whole city was covered with a white coat, so white that it was almost dazzling.

This was a magnificent sight he had never seen in his two lifetimes.

When he got off the car and checked into the hotel, he subconsciously covered his collar and tightened his neck, preparing to endure the severe cold. However, after getting off the car, he found that... it seemed a little different from what he had imagined?

Although the temperature is indeed low, already reaching minus five degrees Celsius, but as long as you wear solid clothes, it doesn’t seem to feel that cold?
Unlike the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, where the temperature fluctuates around zero degrees, the damp and cold air is like an all-pervasive magical attack. No matter how much clothes you wear, it will be useless and you will be frozen to the bone.

After completing the check-in procedures, Zhou Hao was dragged downstairs by Lin Xina to play in the snow.

After all, she is still a minor. How can she hold back when seeing such a beautiful scenery?
They said they were going to play in the snow, but as soon as they got downstairs Zhou Hao became a photographer. Following Lin Xina's instructions, he started taking beautiful photos of her in various poses.

Wearing a red coat with a white scarf and a cute cartoon-style hat on her head, the girl standing in the snow is like a landscape, so beautiful that it makes people dazzled.

Cao Xing, who had followed along happily, saw Lin Xina posing from afar and was petrified on the spot, almost drooling.

Mamma Mia, did I see a snow fairy?!

After taking two sets of nine-square grids, Lin Xina finally put her phone away contentedly, blinking and smiling, "Such a beautiful scenery, screenwriter Zhou, why don't you write a poem?"

Zhou Hao simply waved his hand and said, "I'm not a poet, how can I just speak freely? You've got the wrong person!"

"You're being modest, aren't you?" Lin Xina said with a smile, "Isn't the poem "Red Beans" well written... Oh, I see. That poem was written out of inspiration, so it was beyond your level?"

Zhou Hao rolled his eyes and was speechless.

This love brain...

"What are you guys talking about?" Guo Chen waved and shouted from a distance, "Come over and build a snowman together. Let's make a big one!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xina immediately became excited, "Here it comes~"

"Teacher Guo, I didn't expect that at your age, you still like to play this?"

Guo Chen laughed, "Only if you learn to experience life can you interpret various roles well, and only if you learn to enjoy life can you stay young forever. You young people don't understand that!"

After saying that, he sighed to himself, "What a thick layer of snow! If this were in a suspense movie, it would definitely be a perfect murder scene."

Zhou Hao, who was following behind, couldn't help but stagger.

Damn, what's going on in this guy's train of thought?
"Writer Zhou, do you have any inspiration?" Guo Chen said with a smile, "Snowy field, murder scene, can you use these clues to write a script?"

"You're even more outrageous than me." Lin Xina laughed and said, "I just asked him to write a poem and he almost cursed. You actually asked him to write a script."

Zhou Hao frowned and remained silent for a moment, "...it seems like there really is one."

Ok? !

(End of this chapter)