Wu Sanhua saw that Lin Mo didn't want to explain too much to her. Now, Yaomo Media Company wouldn't have a few people.

Wu Sanhua was also a little confused.

"Don't worry, I won't cooperate with you." Lin Mo smiled, "I can buy your script, but I hope it is a script you like and you also like, not a work that you think is in line with the market."

"In the past four months, you can let go of it. No matter what you write, I will pay you a million."

Wu Sanhua was stunned. One million is actually not a small amount, not to mention that screenwriters are not easy to mess around in the domestic circle, and now they are even more cold.

There are not many screenwriters who can make money.

Most of them are just supporting their families.

She has no reputation and no qualifications. She can afford to play a million, and she doesn't even read the script. Isn't she kidding?

"Bang."

The door was pushed open.

Lin Mo glanced at Xue Huanhuan and Yang Sitong, understood their purpose, pointed to the table, "Put the tea."

"We've talked almost the same way. Huanhuan, help me draw up a contract for purchasing a work, one million, and pay 50% first."

Wu Sanhua saw that Lin Mo was serious and felt a little sour and a little warm. She had long been despised by others and was disliked by her husband at home. She had no cultural foundation.

Someone trusts his works so much.

Wu Sanhua felt like she was dreaming.

After the work was signed, Wu Sanhua took the bus home. As soon as she entered the house, her cell phone vibrated.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was a text message from the bank.

[Dear user, Yaomo Group initiated a transfer to your card number with the last number 8507, with an amount of 500,000 yuan. Note: 50% advance payment for copyright purchase]

Wu Sanhua felt that her legs were weak. If she hadn't put her hands on the door handle, she would have probably sat on the ground.

She actually earned 500,000 on her own?

Now that the family is now spending nothing and spending a penny as two cents, Ji Ran suddenly got 500,000.

Four months, one million.

Wu Sanhua's eyes were sore and she almost cried. She immediately repaid all the debts she had owe online and paid the fee for the Internet that had been stopped at home.

She went back to the bedroom to change clothes and saw her husband who was drunk on the bed, with messy floors everywhere and cigarette butts on the bedside table.

"Wenbo." Wu Sanhua went over and shook her husband's arm. She wanted to share this good news with the person closest to her pillow.

If your husband knows that he can make money at this time, then you will definitely not be so big and will be able to breathe a sigh of relief.

But Gao Wenbo shook his arm impatiently, "Get out, don't disturb me to sleep! Tell you that you don't have money, don't bother me!"

If Wu Sanhua had usually been hiding aside and being angry.

But this time Wu Sanhua did not walk away, "Wenbo, someone asked me to buy scripts, we have money."

"Don't be funny." Zhao Wenbo sat up from the bed with a look of contempt, "How much money can you make by selling words?"

"If you can't get investment, we can't shoot good dramas, and we can't sell our works to film and television platforms at a high price."

"Nothing!"

Wu Sanhua felt chill all over, looking at her already fat and old husband, whose real name was only 37 years old, but she looked decadent in her forties or fifties.

"Life will get better. If you don't like me, it means others don't like my works."

"The work? You are worthy of being called a work?" Gao Wenbo woke up completely. "In the circle, I can spend 200,000 yuan to buy a good script. I was dragged down by you in those years."

"I care about your self-esteem. Every time I shoot, I use your bad scripts. Look at what life are we living now?"

"Wu Sanhua, I want me to tell you not to spend that effort. Go back to your hometown to serve my parents, have a child, stay in the countryside honestly, and don't be my burden."

Wu Sanhua was very sad.

"Does I have the only way to be a nanny and a childbirth tool in your eyes?"

Gao Wenbo smiled contemptuously, smoked another cigarette, and said nothing, but his attitude clearly looked down on Wu Sanhua.

Wu Sanhua was very sad. I don’t know why, the youthful love on campus back then came to this point.

But she would not give up on her marriage because of this, "Honey, don't worry, everything will be fine in four months."

Wu Sanhua silently left the room and originally planned to transfer the money on the card to her husband for a career.

But now, she was holding her breath and just wanted to write a good script in these four months to let her husband see if she was a trash!

Yaomo Media Company.

"Mo Mo, you're confused!"

"Why don't you search Wu Sanhua's name on Douban? If you search, you won't dare to give her a million!"

Xue Huanhuan sighed regretfully, "Look, I didn't stare at you for a moment, and you were deceived."

Yang Sitong also looked frowning, "I've been cheated, money is still a trivial matter. Don't pay your reputation. Wu Sanhua's husband really has no talent. He made one worse than the other."

When Lin Mo heard what they said, I complained wildly, pointing at his chin, and couldn't help but smile.

"You can still laugh? Just think of this money as a lesson!" Xue Huanhuan snorted, "You must not cooperate with them."

"You have to cherish your feathers, do you know?"

"If your fans knew you worked with that kind of person, you would be scolded."

What Xue Huanhuan said is not an exaggeration. A star who was fans of her before took on bad dramas during the rising period, and her fans quit fans on a large scale, and even became a hot search.

After that, the star suddenly became cold, and now there is no such person.

"People are on the uphill road, and once they go downhill road, they will be out of control."

"Yes, yes, my agent is right." Lin Mo smiled, "but Wu Sanhua is a very talented person, but she just met someone wrong."

"In four months, let's look at her achievements and you will know if I've been deceived."

Xue Huanhuan and Yang Sitong looked at each other. In each other's eyes, this child was determined to be dead and there was no help!

Xue Huanhuan looked numb and sighed deeply, "It's over. I guess in four months, you'll probably be filming her drama."

"Mo Mo, let's take a look at the works of screenwriter Wu Sanhua tonight. I guess you just lack the understanding of 2-point TV series."
Chapter completed!