Chapter 697 The Great Writer Who Was Trapped by His Friends 4

Chu Mu: "..."

He looked at Xuehai Wuya: "Xuehai?"

Xue Hai Wuya took two glasses, poured a full one for himself, and poured another for Chu Mu.

"Brother, do you know..."

He drank half a glass of white wine in one gulp, his eyes were red: "Yesterday, my avenue film and television was withdrawn."

Chu Mu was startled.

Dao Dao is a book that Xue Hai Wu Ya is serializing.

The results of this book are not very satisfactory, and the state of Xuehai Wuya is not good either.

But even so, Chu Mu never expected that the film and television copyright of this book would be taken down.

Moreover, Chu Mu knew that Xue Hai Wuya had cooperated with the same company for several consecutive books and films.

He thought that even considering Xue Hai Wuya's strength and reputation in the past, as well as the benefits brought to the company by the hit film and television, the company would not be so obvious.

Seemingly seeing what he was thinking, Xue Hai Wuya drank the rest of the wine in the glass in one gulp, and sneered: "This is a capitalist."

Chu Mu can only comfort Xue Hai Wuya about this kind of thing.

"If they don't want it, just change to another one. You've been there for so many years, why should you take such a small matter so seriously?"

Xue Hai Wuya shook his head: "I know the truth, I'm not short of the money for the film and television copyright, but I just don't like it. And..."

"... Chunqiu, I'm getting old."

I am old, or in other words, my talents are exhausted.

Xue Hai Wuya has felt this more and more deeply recently.

He hadn't been so depressed before.

"The Great Way" did not do well, and his first thought was to start a new book.

However, I thought about the setting of the new book several times, and wrote more than ten at the beginning.

The more you write, the worse it gets.

The more you write, the more difficult it is.

After a few days, I opened the document and took a look, and I couldn't stand what I wrote.

He had to admit: he was no longer the Xue Hai Wu Ya who could go all the way if he had an inspiration when he wrote a pen.

As I get older, my thinking begins to become rigid, and my aura is slowly eroded.

His vision is still there.

So it is very clear that even if the beginnings I forcibly wrote are published as a new book, the result will not be much better than "The Great Dao".

What he was really afraid of was not the film and television copyright of "Avenue", but this.

However, he couldn't tell anyone about this.

Including Chu's Spring and Autumn Period.

Apocalypse Literature Network's top god Xuehai Wuya has no inspiration, and Jiang Lang is exhausted.

As long as he thinks about such news appearing in any place, Xue Hai Wu Ya will feel infinite panic in his heart.

He poured himself another glass of wine and looked up at his friend in front of him.

Chu's Chunqiu is so young.

He doesn't sell his personality, face, live broadcast, and even rarely interacts with fans.

But after all these years, his new books are getting better and better, and he has never missed a single one.

It's a terrifying talent.

Xue Hai Wuya looked at him, thinking about himself, the more he thought about it, the more bitter he became.

"Brother, I really envy you, every new book comes out, it is a hot IP. Come, let's have a drink!"

Chu Mu: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the decadent Xue Hai Wuya sitting across from him, and picked up the wine glass.

The pungent smell of wine flowed down the throat into the stomach, reached the end, and exploded all at once.

The hot air hit his face, and he was half in a daze.

This is why Chu Mu hardly drinks outside.

He drinks very badly.

It's almost down to a cup.

It was just one bite, and he was already a little over the top.