Chapter 8 Script Creation
"Bang..."
"Are you back? Nian Nian, are you tired from studying today? Mom will pour you something if you want to drink."
Fu Cuihua's voice came from outside the house, followed by Zhang Nian's impatient voice: "How can I be tired? It's just like that. The college entrance examination is about to take place. I'm upset."
Jun Ci opened his eyes from his sleep state, and a faint light flashed in his pupils.
The high school they are studying in recently has the college entrance examination in three months.
The pressure of Juncidai's ordinary high school was not that great, but Zhang Nian, who was not very outstanding, attended No. 1 Middle School.
There is a lot of pressure to study, and she is surrounded by students who are better than her. If she is not careful, she will even be at the bottom of the grade.
Under such a stressful situation, Zhang Nian would bring his grievances and unwillingness back from school and vent them on Jun Ci.
"Mom is ready to cook. Are you hungry? Sit down and eat something first. I'll call your dad."
"Why are you cooking? What is that trash doing?"
Zhang Nian's tone was extremely displeased, but in her eyes, Jun Ci was just trash.
As he said this, there were heavy footsteps approaching Jun Ci's door.
"No, Nian Nian." Fu Cuihua seemed to be holding Zhang Nian: "He was beaten by your father yesterday. He just woke up. He seems to have some health problems. Let him rest for a while. Something will really happen. , your dad is in trouble!"
"Tsk." Zhang Nian sneered disdainfully: "Why didn't you just kill him?"
The footsteps disappeared.
In the darkness, Jun Ci evoked a sneer.
Damn it, how can you, a little bastard, still study peacefully here?
She turned over and sat up on the bed, and took away the palm that had been placed in the corner, the only place with some sunlight.
The U-shaped symbol on the palm of the hand seems a little brighter, like an ordinary tattoo.
"Gulu, how do you feel now?"
"Gulu feels better."
After charging a little solar energy, at least it works faster.
"Gulu has found the most suitable novel website for His Highness, Luodu Literature Network. This website is supported by the Huaguo Cultural Center. Although the traffic is not very large, it cooperates with multiple mobile apps and has promising development prospects. The most important thing is The copyright control is not strict, maybe because the website does not have any big IP works, so it is more relaxed about this area. While this area is not rising, it is currently the most suitable website for your development. "
Gulu's analysis is the most advantageous.
If Jun Ci really plans to move from novels to IP value, then the copyright must be in his own hands.
Most people rarely think about IP when they write novels. Even if they do, it depends on whether your novel has such value.
And Junci has full confidence in himself.
With Gulu assisting her, it is not difficult to write a popular IP work.
But what story should I write?
"His Royal Highness writes about science fiction, which is in line with the characteristics of Luodu Literature Network. It only needs one word. It must be a cool novel, preferably the kind of counterattack with silk in your mouth."
After listening to Gulu's words, Jun Ci felt sour.
Diaosi counterattack...
She had been an arrogant playboy all her life, but she was reborn as a silk-picker.
But how does she know what Diaosi's psychology is like?
"If His Highness doesn't mind, we can directly rewrite some of your deeds into a novel. However, in order to capture the big screen, His Highness's identity does not need to be too low-end, and the persona of the general's son can be used. alright."
Gulu's words immediately made Jun Ci understand.
Netizens like to read the novel about the counterattack with silk in hand, but it will not work if it is adapted to the big screen.