The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

Soon, Wen Qiu attended the award ceremony of the "Wenxin Cup" screenwriting competition and received an honorary certificate and a prize of 88888 yuan. Although it was just a small event, he was so excited when he stood on the stage to receive the award that he almost forgot the words when he gave his acceptance speech.

Pei Du accompanied him to the ceremony, sat in the first row of the audience, applauded him, and gave him a bouquet of flowers.

Wen Qiu held a large bouquet of roses, naturally lowered his head to sniff the flowers, with a faint smile on his lips.

Pei Du looked at him calmly, and saw that he was wearing a slim-fitting suit, with a shirt collar that was neatly tied and a tie that was neatly tied. But he was holding a bunch of red roses in his arms, and his cheeks were flushed with excitement, looking very beautiful.

He suddenly felt very glad that he had changed his mind and changed the outcome of the competition by cutting off the source of the trouble. Seeing Wen Qiu happy, he also felt very happy.

The next day, Wen Qiu accepted the invitation of the person in charge and went to Fenghua Entertainment to discuss the incubation and adaptation of the work.

An experienced editor met him and introduced the operation mode of the work in detail. Wen Qiu realized that winning the award was just the first insignificant step. Fenghua Entertainment alone already had many big IPs in its hands, including well-known novels and comics and works by famous screenwriters. However, not every one of them could get the opportunity to be adapted. Even if a work is lucky enough to be selected, it will often take several years for it to be released after passing the layers of evaluation and review.

According to the rules for submissions to the competition, Fenghua Entertainment automatically owns the copyright to his work. If the derivative development of the work makes money in the future, Wen Qiu will also be able to get a certain percentage of the share.

Wen Qiu sat there, listening and taking notes. The editor asked him to sign the contract, and he signed it after reading it. In fact, whether it can be adapted or not, he is already extremely satisfied.

After the discussion, the editor took him to visit the company's editorial department, invited him to drink coffee in the tea room, and fed him a lot of snacks. Unlike her cold appearance, she looked very enthusiastic and answered all the questions Wen Qiu didn't understand.

As they chatted, Wen Qiu came to his senses. This editor seemed to have been inquiring about him, even praising him for his good looks and saying he should be a star, and jokingly asked him if he had any A-level friends. Wen Qiu was very perceptive and guessed that this interest must have come from some source. Could it be that she thought she could get the special prize because she had some connections?
That's nonsense. Although he did get help from a great director, he revised the final draft bit by bit by himself, which is why he is so proud of it.

As they were chatting, the door of the tea room suddenly opened, and an older woman and a young OMEGA boy walked in one after the other. The OMEGA boy was still calling out in a sticky voice: "Sister Jin Ling~~"

Wen Qiu's eyes lit up and he immediately recognized the woman in her thirties. She was a well-known screenwriter in the industry, with high quality and productivity, and had dabbled in both movies and TV series.

Wen Qiu came to Fenghua Entertainment this time with the intention of meeting a big shot. This was an opportunity that could not be bought with money. But when it came to the critical moment, he was a little timid and didn't know how to greet him. The little boy was very smart and ran around to serve tea and water to Jin Ling.

Seeing him lost in thought, the editor said, "That's Jin Ling, the one who wrote 'The Greatest Saint Through the Ages'. She used to work for our company, but later she opened her own independent studio and is now doing very well."

Wen Qiu whispered: "Well, I like her work..."

The editor laughed and pulled him in front of Jin Ling. "Sister Jin, this is Wen Qiu, the winner of our screenwriting competition. The book "Burial Roses" that you praised during the judging was written by him."

"Oh, I remember that. The foreshadowing is very sophisticated, a bit like Lu Jia." Jin Ling pushed her glasses and looked at Wen Qiu carefully. "If you hadn't told me, I would have thought he was a celebrity from somewhere."

"Hello, Sister Jin." Wen Qiu immediately greeted her politely. While Jin Ling was drinking coffee, he took the opportunity to say, "I really like your works, especially The End of the Wind. It's so well written. It was because of that work that I decided to become a screenwriter..."

As he spoke, Jin Ling listened with a faint smile on her face. Finally, she nodded and said, "This is a very old book. It's rare to hear someone mention it. Although you are not very old, you have done a lot of research on it."

Seeing her friendly attitude, Wen Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said a few more words about his understanding of her work. Jin Ling also answered casually. Wen Qiu then plucked up the courage to say, "Sister Jin, can you give me a contact number? I have some questions I want to ask..."

As soon as he said this, the OMEGA boy snorted. He seemed to be holding back something and stared at me for a long time. Jin Ling said tactfully, "My studio email address is open to the public. If you have any questions or want to discuss your work, you can contact me through the studio email address."

After that, she put down her empty coffee cup and said hello to the editor: "It's almost five o'clock. I have to go to the new director for a meeting. See you later."

"Okay, Sister Jin, walk slowly."

Watching her walk out gracefully, Wen Qiu lowered his head in disappointment. The editor smiled and patted him on the back, "It's good to have a good reputation, at least people will remember you. You can organize a portfolio and send it to her email. I heard that they reply to every message, maybe you will have a chance."

"Yeah." Wen Qiu nodded, and was full of admiration for Jin Ling in his heart - she was indeed a mature screenwriter. She could immediately tell where Lu Jia's influence was in a script that had been revised thousands of times.

The OMEGA boy did not follow Jin Ling. He crossed his arms and looked around. He suddenly asked, "Are you Wen Qiu?"

"Ok?"

"I was wondering which god had snatched my place away from me." The boy suddenly came closer, stared at Wen Qiu's face and made a clicking sound, "Now that I see this face, I finally understand. It's different if you have the capital."

"Liu Xingchen, please be careful with your words." The editor frowned.

Wen Qiu had an impression of the name Liu Xingchen. His Skyline won the first prize and was said to be ranked second only to himself. However, this person did not attend the award ceremony, so this was the first time Wen Qiu saw him in person - he had a good face, sharp eyes, and a sharp tone. At first glance, he was the kind of person who was trying his best to climb up.

But when it comes to desperately wanting to climb up, who doesn't? Wen Qiu responded calmly: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You really don't know?" Liu Xingchen said aggressively, "Ha, until three days before the results were announced, the special prize was still mine. Didn't you realize that your certificate of honor was rushed?! I don't know who is behind you and what means you used to steal my things. I just want to tell you that in this circle, strength speaks for itself. You can try to see how long you can get by with such dirty means!"

Wen Qiu should have responded confidently, but at this moment a terrible guess popped up in his mind, which made him feel cold from the bottom of his heart. Fortunately, his editor also became serious at this time: "Liu Xingchen, the company is not a place for you to talk nonsense. There are also surveillance cameras in the tea room. You must be responsible for every word you say. Do you know it in your heart?" Liu Xingchen rolled his eyes, strode away, and slammed the door hard.

"Don't take it personally. He's just like that. He relies on his talent and looks down on everyone." The editor patted Wen Qiu on the back to comfort him.

"So?" Wen Qiu looked her straight in the eye. "How did I get this special prize? Is it really like he said that it was only given to me in the last three days?"

"Uh..." The editor obviously knew something, and after a pause he answered, "All the works were selected after blind review and scoring by professional judges. It is absolutely fair and just. Don't believe his nonsense..."

Wen Qiu took a deep breath and asked bluntly, "Can you tell me which office is Mr. Pei's?"

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Wen Qiu took the sightseeing elevator all the way up and arrived at Pei Du's office.

This office is large and open, and is decorated mainly with marble and solid wood, giving it a simple and elegant style. The floor-to-ceiling windows display the high winter sky, and the wind blows the remaining clouds away towards the sunset.

Pei Du raised his head from behind his desk. He was wearing a full suit and his hair was neatly combed. He looked so different from the lazy look he usually saw at home that Wen Qiu felt a little strange for a moment.

"Why did you think of coming here?" Pei Du asked with a smile, "Come, come and sit down."

Wen Qiu walked over and stood in front of him instead of sitting down, looking into his eyes across the large desk. "Did you change the ranking of the competition and give me the special prize?"

Pei Du leaned back in his chair and answered calmly, "Yes."

"Did I ask you to do these things?!" Wen Qiu's voice immediately rose. He suppressed the anger in his heart so that he would not curse. "Pei Du, I know you are rich and powerful. Do you think I can't do anything without you? Do you think I will be grateful to you in this way?!"

No one could humiliate him more than Pei Du. All his excitement and joy turned into shame. He would rather not get any place than win by backdoor connection. Liu Xingchen did nothing wrong, so the editor looked at him like that, so Jin Ling was unwilling to pay attention to him. If everyone in the industry knew about this, how could he live in the future... Wen Qiu became more and more angry, and he wanted to saw open his arrogant head to see what kind of shit was inside.

"Are you done?" Pei Du pulled him into his arms, patted his back to calm him down, and handed him a document, "Take a look at this."

Wen Qiu was so angry that his hands were shaking. He opened the file and found that it was the blind review record of the judges of the competition. His work was at the top of the list with 91.25 points, and Liu Xingchen's "Skyline" was ranked below his.

He was deeply confused. "I was ranked first? Then why did they say the ranking was changed at the last minute?"

Pei Du told him the whole story, except that he did not interfere with the decision-making at the beginning.

"So you manipulated the board of directors to kick Director Wang out just to change the ranking?" Wen Qiu was deeply shocked again. Who are these people?
"Oh, that's because I don't like him anyway," Pei Du said indifferently, "I'm new here, so I can use him to establish my authority."

He said it as if it was a matter of convenience, but how could Wen Qiu not feel his sincerity in this matter? If it was really as Pei Du said, then he had completely misunderstood him just now. Not only did he not use the back door to arrange the award for himself, but he was actually acting on behalf of heaven to protect the fairness of the competition.

In the final analysis, he was able to keep the award thanks to his relationship with Pei Du. There are many young people in the world who are talented but have no connections. In this world of chaos, they can only swallow their anger when they are treated unfairly.

He was so ignorant and rash when he barged into this circle. If it weren't for Pei Du's secret protection, he might have been gnawed to pieces by ten million Liu Xingchens.

Wen Qiu stood there, thinking for a long time with mixed feelings in his heart. Pei Du did not disturb him, but picked up the unfinished document and continued reading. Suddenly, he heard Wen Qiu's voice in the empty room:
"Should I say thank you?"

"It depends on how you think about it." Pei Du was still concentrating on writing comments on the document. "In my opinion, your ability has been recognized by the professional judges, and you deserve the first place. As the organizer of the competition, I just ensured the order and fairness of this matter."

"But without you, I wouldn't even have the ability to resist... No, I wouldn't even be able to know about it." Wen Qiu looked down at his fingers, "I should thank you."

He didn't want to owe Pei Du a favor, so he wanted to pay it back right then and there. The only gift he could use to repay him was his own body.

As he spoke, he slowly took off his coat. Under the coat, which he pretended to be mature in order to get down to business, was a sweater with a cute bear pattern printed on it.

Pei Du stopped writing and looked at him jokingly, watching him take off his bulky winter clothes piece by piece, and Omega's slender curves gradually revealed. The brightly lit office behind him added a touch of forbidden excitement.

"Is this a thank you? I think it's a reward." Pei Du accepted everyone who came, held his waist, picked him up, and put him on the large office desk, "Are you cold?"

"It's cold." The naked skin touched the cold wooden tabletop, which was very stimulating. Wen Qiu's feet dangled and couldn't touch the ground, so he stepped on Pei Du's lower abdomen, looked into his eyes and said, "Hurry up and warm me up."

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(End of this chapter)