"Dad, why did we leave early? No one knows us!"
In the passenger seat of the bright red Maserati, Shen Xingluo pouted, regretting that he did not see the concert end perfectly.
Chen Mo smiled: "Girl, don't rely on technology for everything. Although you gave us a different face, all technology comes from people's inferences and thoughts, so even if they only have a little inference about us, those people will Stick to it like brown sugar to find out."
"I don't understand. Can't we just refuse to admit it?"
"They don't need us to admit it, they just need them to think it is enough. Now we don't have the ability to confront them head-on, so we have to hide it a little bit."
I still didn’t understand it very well, after all, I was just a child less than five years old.
But the girl soon forgot about it, because she was almost home, and in the trunk of the car was tonight's dinner - hairy crabs, bread crabs and king crabs.
"Girl, you go and rest for a while, don't play on the computer!"
After returning home, Chen Mo gave Shen Xingluo a warning and walked into the kitchen carrying three large crabs.
The little girl responded angrily, returned to her room, jumped up and threw herself on the bed, and fell asleep soon after.
After all, I got up early in the morning, ran around with my father, and stayed in the music hall for several hours. My little body couldn't hold on any longer.
Not long after, the phone on his watch kept ringing. Shen Xingluo pressed the answer button in a daze: "Hello, who is this?"
A ringing voice sounded, causing a moment of silence on the other end of the phone. It took a while before he responded: "Hello, are you here to listen to the story? I am writing..."
"Uncle, I am Luo Luo, not the Luo Luo who listened to the story. You made the wrong call!"
Shen Xingluo, who was in a daze, had completely forgotten his pen name, and hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to finish what he said.
At this time, at the headquarters of the online writing platform, a man in his twenties and seventies was holding up his mobile phone in a daze, with half of his words stuck in his throat and no chance to speak out.
Opposite him was a middle-aged man: "What's wrong?"
Han Feng put down the phone and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Zhou, the other party hung up the phone and said I dialed the wrong number."
Editor-in-chief Zhou Xuewen was also stunned for a moment: "Check carefully to see if it is really a typo. This matter is very urgent and the author must be contacted. I really don't know how you, the editor, did it. You made such a mistake The author who is a great master has never been contacted even once.”
"I contacted you on Qiuqiu. When signing the electronic contract..."
Han Feng was silent as he spoke. Since signing the contract, he has never been able to contact Luo Luo to hear the story. I'm afraid the other party has never read the news on Qiuqiu.
This time I finally got in touch, but I hung up before I could finish speaking.
He confirmed the contact information again, it was absolutely correct, but he hung up just like that, and from the voice just now, it sounded like it was a child on the other side.
This made him suspicious. Did the other party leave a fake contact number?
But something still wasn't right. After all, the other party had also called Luoluo just now, which made him not know what to do for a while. I could only call the number again, but this time I hung up. When I called for the third time, I heard an emotionless mechanical tone - I'm sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered. Please Call again later.
Obviously, he was blocked!
"Mr. Zhou, how about I contact you again on Qiuqiu? If the other party sees it, they should contact us soon." Han Feng asked tentatively.
Zhou Xuewen waved his hand: "Give me your number and I'll call."
The connection was successfully connected this time. Before the other party could speak, Zhou Xuewen said quickly: "Hello, I am Zhou Xuewen, the editor-in-chief of online articles. Your "Journey to the West" has been favored by the employer and wants to adapt it into a TV series. Call me and ask what you think."
The tone is very gentle. If it were another less good author, the writing platform would not be so polite.
Only then did Shen Xingluo react: "Oh? It turns out he is the author of the platform. I'm not sure about this either. Wait a minute, I'll ask my dad."
"You...your father? Aren't you Luoluo who listens to stories?"
"I am! But I am a good boy and I have to listen to my father!"
Zhou Xuewen's head was completely shut down. He seemed to be talking to a little girl just now?
Hearing the thumping sound of running coming from the phone, he quickly raised his head and looked to the other side: "Check out the author's contract and see what's going on!"
Mainly because he thought it was too strange. Could it be that the person who created such a masterpiece was a little girl?
But if it is a child, it is impossible to successfully sign the contract alone. At least it must have the approval of a guardian.
How did he know that the identity used by Shen Xingluo to sign the contract was completely fake, but the platform could not find out at all, so the contract was signed successfully.
At this moment, Chen Mo had put the last king crab into the steamer and saw the little girl running over.
"Dad, the online literary platform called me just now and said that "Journey to the West" has been chosen by some employer and will be adapted into a TV series. I don't know how to reply."
"Oh? "Journey to the West" has been chosen?"
It wasn't particularly shocking. In Chen Mo's memory on Earth, he already knew that the TV series "Journey to the West" was made into a household name.
Especially every summer, it will be broadcast on major TV stations and you will never tire of watching it.
Now that someone has taken a fancy to it, it shows that the employer has a good vision. If it can be successfully filmed, it will definitely become the top three TV series in the rankings.
He took off the watch and phone from the little girl's wrist: "Hello, I am Luoluo's father. Is it okay if I want to ask some questions?"
After finally hearing the response on the phone, Zhou Xuewen breathed a sigh of relief. He had already checked the contract just now and there was no problem with the identity authentication.
"Hello, I am Zhou Xuewen, the chief editor of the writing platform. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Although he still has some doubts in his heart, now is not the time to talk about this. He needs to finalize the adaptation and filming of the drama as soon as possible. The management is pressing hard, and it seems that they want to catch up with the Spring Festival this year to complete the release.
Sensing the urgency in the other party's tone, Chen Mo's lips curved upward: "I heard that the girl said that she was favored by the employer. I would like to ask which company the investor is, okay?"
"That's okay. The investor is the director's family. You must have heard of it, right?"
"Of course I've heard of it. The Director's House is the most famous director incubator in the Yan Kingdom. It gathers famous domestic and international directors. They are really good at picking up "Journey to the West"."
After learning that it was the director's home, Chen Mo already had concerns in his mind.
He wanted "Journey to the West" to become a household name just like it did on earth, so he said to the phone: "In this way, Mr. Zhou, we can choose a time to chat in person. How about it?"
"Of course, I wonder where you are now?"
"Rongcheng, if it's convenient, we can have an interview in Chengdu. You can decide the time and place."
"So, let's meet at the Star Café at Global Century Harbor in Chengdu at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow?" Zhou Xuewen quickly checked his time schedule and responded immediately.
Chen Mo didn't ask any more questions and replied directly: "Okay, we'll see you there or not!"
Just when he was about to hang up the phone, Zhou Xuewen suddenly asked: "I would like to ask, the person listening to the story is your daughter. How old is she this year?"
"Well, President Zhou will know about it then!"
(To be continued!)
