Entertainment: You can’t imagine the happiness of coal bosses

Chapter 382

"Second, you only have 8 hours a day to write a novel, four hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon."

"Third, if you eat according to the recipe I gave you, I will arrange a life assistant for you, who will be responsible for your daily life. You have to listen to him in detail."

"Can you do it?"

After Zhou Yang finished his conditions, the man began to think about it, as if he was afraid of delaying him from writing a perfect novel.

Seeing him so entangled, Zhou Yang didn't say much, but just took Yang Mi's hand and stood up.

"You think about it here, we're going to play first, I hope you've figured it out when I come back."

After that, Zhou Yang took her away, and Yang Mi looked at him curiously.

"Are we just leaving like this? I think you seem to value him very much. What if he leaves?"

Zhou Yang raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, he won't leave. Even if he disagrees with these requests, he will wait to negotiate with me."

There are some things that Zhou Yang didn't say. Even if he leaves, what can he do? Zhou Yang has never been willing to compromise with anything.

Although Zhou Yang admires his persistence in his heart, it seems more like a morbid paranoia.

If they miss it, it can only mean that there is no fate between them, and this man's illness can only be left to fate.

As for Yang Mi, she was naturally very happy. The most important thing in her heart was that Zhou Yang could accompany her. Since Zhou Yang had an indifferent attitude towards this matter, she naturally wouldn't ask any more questions.

In the next two hours, the two played the entire amusement park.

In the end, only the fireworks at night were left to watch, and then they returned to the seat of the roller coaster.

Looking at the empty seat, Yang Mi also said with some regret.

"In the end, he left. What a pity."

Zhou Yang also looked around with some doubts. According to his paranoid personality, this shouldn't happen.

Now that he finally has a glimmer of hope to write a perfect novel, how could he give up?

As he was thinking, his eyes fell on the roller coaster.

The man who came into view was sitting on the roller coaster, holding the notebook tightly in his hand, as if he was desperately trying to grasp the flash of inspiration.

Zhou Yang pointed at the roller coaster helplessly: "He didn't leave, he's here."

Yang Mi also immediately looked at the roller coaster: "Oh my God, this is too incredible. He has to ride the roller coaster again in such a short time."

Zhou Yang, who was a little helpless, pulled Yang Mi to sit down.

"It's really a weirdo. Sit down and rest for a while. He will be down soon."

A few minutes later, the man ran over panting. His already weak body seemed exhausted after a period of exercise.

Zhou Yang looked at him like this, afraid that he would run over in a breath.

"Sit down and take a breath first, don't be in a hurry."

The man waved his hand and continued.

"No, I'm in a hurry... I agree to all the conditions you said, but I have to come to the amusement park for a day every week to pursue inspiration."

Zhou Yang thought that he might ask for more writing time and ask himself to give more ideas. The only thing he didn't expect was that he actually said he would come to the amusement park once a week.

The distance between the roller coaster and the seat was only more than 100 meters. Seeing his lifeless appearance, Zhou Yang said angrily.

"Okay, I promise you, but I have to add one more thing. Exercise for an hour every day in the future, and I will let your life assistant supervise you."

"Okay, I promise!"

It seems that in order to write a perfect novel, he can really agree to everything.

Zhou Yang reached out and pulled him to the chair: "Okay, in this case, you will be my employee from now on. I will ask you to sign a contract after you go back. Sit here and rest now."

He was already out of breath, so he naturally would not refuse and sat down obediently.

"My name is Gu Fan."

The two of them had been communicating for such a long time, and Zhou Yang actually knew his name.

"Zhou Yang."

After saying this, the two of them did not speak again, as if they did not know each other.

Yang Mi also asked with some doubts: "Are you going to sign a contract with him? Sign a screenwriter contract?"

As the original owner of the company, Yang Mi naturally has a better understanding of the company's operation.

But Zhou Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, just write down the conditions we just agreed on, and then add a clause that you cannot disclose anything you wrote during your employment without the company's permission."

Yang Mi nodded slowly. What he said made some sense. Different talents naturally need to be treated in a special way.

This contractThe content should be different: "Then how do you pay him?"

Yang Mi also leaned over and looked at Gu Fan: "Does he really care about money?"

Zhou Yang said helplessly: "Whether he cares or not, the money that should be paid must be paid. The basic salary will be paid on time. As for the script, as long as it is filmed, it will be calculated as 5% of the share."

Yang Mi also looked at him in surprise. Originally, the share of screenwriters in Zhou Media Company was only 3%. I didn't expect that this weirdo could get 5% of the share.

This special treatment is enough to show that Zhou Yang values ​​him. Seeing Gu Fan always lowering his head to write something, but tearing off the content he just wrote from time to time, Yang Mi was completely dumbfounded.

"Could it be that he will really keep writing, without any spare time?"

Before Zhou Yang could analyze it blindly, Gu Fan said.

"I will sleep when I am tired of writing. This is my spare time."

Looking at him like this, Zhou Yang said angrily.

"Put it down first, the fireworks show is about to start."

Gu Fan didn't even look up this time.

"I won't look at it. I'm going to sign a contract with you tomorrow. I want to take advantage of the limited time to look at my beginning."

Zhou Yang was also annoyed at his appearance of not being able to eat this time.

"Okay, then you write it down. I'll come to you tomorrow. Leave me a phone number and address."

Gu Fan didn't hesitate at all and wrote down his phone number and address on the half-page paper.

After writing, he casually tore off the written page and handed it to Zhou Yang.

"This is my address and phone number. I agreed to wait for you at home tomorrow."

Taking the note, Zhou Yang also nodded slowly. Looking at the address on it, it was a very old alley.

Although the alley was a bit run-down, the people living in it were all rich and powerful. No wonder this kid didn't have to work for so many years.

It turns out that his family is very rich.