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Chapter 133 Fourteen Thousand Six Hundred and Seventy-Two Yuan
Zhou Huimin smiled like a fox that stole a chicken, her eyes curved into crescents, and she said without hiding anything:
"There is indeed nothing wrong with the bet agreement. Even if you saw something fishy at the time, it was still a legitimate agreement. The problem lies in the loan agreement that was added later.

One of the clauses is: As long as you haven't paid back the money, the show will be held as collateral for the company. It will be given to you when you pay it back. Of course, the copyright and other things will be in your hands, so you can figure out how to pay it back."

He Daqi was so confused. This evil woman was scheming all this!

"Can you please not laugh so scary? It makes me look like a villain." He Daqi said gloomily.

Zhou Huimin walked up to him with a smile, put her arm around his waist and faced him:

"Da Qi, it doesn't matter if you don't have money. I can forgive you the bill. Don't you just want to give the peripheral sales rights to your uncle? It's okay. The company can sign a licensing agreement with him, but you have to put the copyright in my name.
I'll have the company help you negotiate a broadcasting agreement with the TV station, and all proceeds will be deposited into your company account. When we've saved enough money, I'll return the copyright to you. Of course, I understand your current difficulties, so I'll personally reward you with 14,672 yuan, which is more than 10,000 yuan."

It would be strange if He Daqi believed this now. It sounds nice that all the profits will be deposited into his account in the company, but the problem is that how much the profits are is just a matter of Zhou Huimin's words.
What if she gives away the broadcasting rights for one dollar? How long will it take for me to get there?

"Just wait! I have no one to help me now!" He Daqi said gritting his teeth.

He really put a lot of thought into this drama. He asked his senior brother to be the director, asked his uncle to lend him the venue, and retold the plot for six hours in a coffee shop. He also communicated with Ning Hao about the scenes for more than ten days.

Unlike those songs, this one is made with real effort.

Of course, what He Daqi couldn't tolerate the most was the 14,672 yuan reward that Zhou Huimin mentioned. How could it be such a coincidence that the amount he hid under the sofa was also this!
Taking out his cell phone, He Daqi called Wang Rui for the first time.

"Brother Rui, are you free now? The company stole my copyright and signed an unfair contract without my knowledge. Please come and help me deal with this!"

At this time, Wang Rui was smoking in front of the computer and looking at mainland film and television data. When he heard He Daqi's voice on the phone, he almost choked on the smoke.

He had read the song copyright agreements signed by Chow Wai-min and Ho Ta-kei. Chow Wai-min did not lie to Ho Ta-kei. She indeed held the profits on his behalf for ten years and returned the profits and copyrights to Ho Ta-kei after ten years.

The problem arose in the past decade. Wang Rui checked and found that there was no money in the copyright account. Zhou Huimin had used it all for other purposes. Wang Rui also roughly guessed what Zhou Huimin had used it for.

Now comes the interesting thing. Can you buy the same thing with one hundred yuan ten years ago with one hundred yuan ten years later?

Especially in this case of borrowing a chicken to lay eggs, the outcome is likely to be that the chicken cannot be recovered in the end.

"Daqi, calm down. I have read the agreement. It is unlikely that we can get the copyright back now." Wang Rui said happily.

He Daqi thought about it and decided to try a different approach. "Can you help me find a production crew? I need to raise the 137 million yuan quickly. I will never give the copyright of this children's play to anyone else."

Huh? Children's play? What children's play?

Wang Rui suddenly realized that what he and He Daqi were talking about were not the same thing.

"Daqi, you are in the company, right? Wait for me there. I live near the company and I'll be there right away!" Wang Rui said and hung up the phone.

He lived very close to Yonghui Qiming Building, and it took him less than ten minutes to get to the company. After asking the staff, he walked towards the screening room. When he pushed the door open, he saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu. Uh... No, it was Zhou Huimin tormenting He Daqi.

He Daqi sat on the chair with an expressionless face, and Zhou Huimin was constantly kneading his face, sometimes making it look bitter, and sometimes making it look like a forced smile.

Wang Rui nodded at Zhou Huimin when he entered, then asked He Daqi, "Daqi, what do you mean by children's play?"

"It's the drama that is being broadcast now. At that time, I..." He Daqi began to talk about what happened in detail.

After listening to this, Wang Rui watched Balabala the Fairies carefully for a while, and evaluated it in his mind. He felt that the 137 million yuan spent on making this drama was really worth it, especially after hearing about He Daqi's development plan.

"Ms. Zhou, isn't this a bit too outrageous?" Wang Rui felt that it would be better to communicate with Zhou Huimin first. If it really doesn't work out, he can help He Daqi to advance the money.

Zhou Huimin took out a ladies' cigarette and lit it. She didn't answer Wang Rui's question, but started talking about other things.

"After my album is released this year, I will shoot New Shanghai Bund. The copyright was purchased by Huanya. You should know that Ding Li and Xu Wenqiang can let Daqi choose freely.
I will play Feng Chengcheng, and if he chooses Ding Li, I will ask the screenwriter to change the script and let Feng Chengcheng fall in love with Ding Li and get married. If he plays Xu Wenqiang, I will let Feng Chengcheng fall in love with Xu Wenqiang and get married, but..."

Zhou Huimin didn't say anything, but Wang Rui understood what she meant.

"Da Qi, I think it's just a children's play. There's no need to make too much of it. In life, you have to give and take. Anyway, Miss Zhou promised to authorize your uncle to make the peripheral products. It won't delay your peripheral development plans. Why not just let it go?"

Wang Rui patted He Daqi on the shoulder and began to persuade him earnestly.

He Daqi looked at Wang Rui, who was smiling, in disbelief.

He opened his mouth for a long time, pointed at him and then at himself, but didn't say anything, but it seemed as if he had said everything.

You're my agent! Why are you speaking for an outsider?

He Daqi's heart was racing at the moment. He still remembered that when they were chatting at the door of the villa that day, Wang Rui swore that he had never let his artists suffer any loss.

Wang Rui felt a little uncomfortable being seen. He coughed, adjusted his glasses with a smile, and continued to persuade: "Things have come to this, it's better to look at it more positively. Don't we still have 14,672 yuan?"

Damn it! That's clearly my money!
He Daqi was so happy that he almost cried.

At this time, Ning Hao happily pushed the door open and walked in. Without paying much attention to He Daqi's expression, he happily patted He Daqi's shoulder:

"Da Qi, you're really reliable. You're not behind schedule at all. Didn't you say there'd be a second part around September? Don't worry, I'll be there whenever you call!"

(End of this chapter)