CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 7: ALREADY LOST MY MIND_3

Jian Jiao was over the moon: "So basically, someone’s coughing up a huge sum just to buy a plot outline, and in the end, we’re allowed to write it ourselves?"

He couldn’t wrap his head around it: "What’s the patron getting out of this?"

...

What’s the benefit?

Inside, Chu River felt a deep sense of weariness: "Just for the fun of it!"

In a novel with over 3 million words, Su Tiankuo plagiarized from 15 online novels, all of which were phenomenally popular and well-documented. So, Chu River approached each respective author, hoping they’d show some gumption, and for the sake of money, even if it meant using next year’s inspiration, they’d force something out now.

And if they couldn’t, so be it. One or two wouldn’t change the overall situation.

By that time, Su Tiankuo’s reputation would likely be ruined.

As for what to do with these outlines—

Just as she had said, make animations!

It’s only May now. Spend a month collecting outlines, doing some prep work in advance.

The next month would be focused on producing the animations. Whichever genre Su Tiankuo plagiarized, she’d animate that genre.

He updates for one day, and on this side, the animation airs two episodes.

Just ask the readers, thrilled or not? One genre, double the joy.

And with the animation and novel updating simultaneously, can readers and viewers guess which is plagiarized?

Just thinking about it is delightful!

...

The only minor regret was that the dream of becoming a legendary author with one book was shattered. In fact, pouring a lot of money into it, Chu Fa Da had to go back to her old trade—no, develop a new way to make money.

This time, she didn’t want to cooperate with the government anymore. She decided to strike from the entertainment industry, using some tricks. She sent her special effects achievements to two heavily invested blockbuster movies.

After some maneuvering, the special effects for both films reached the top level in the industry, and Chu River successfully pocketed 100 million.

Alas.

Dealing with businessmen is exhausting. It’s really not easy to earn a small target sum; this was something Chang Geng used to do.

This money didn’t even sit in her hands for two minutes before she sequentially sent deposits to the authors.

For instance, Fatty received a 100,000 yuan deposit.

And Jian Jiao, 20,000 yuan.

...

With the support of money, and the premise that this outline didn’t restrict subsequent creation by the author, Chu Fa Da’s plan proceeded more smoothly.

The only slight snag was that Chen Jingbai wasn’t willing.

"Little He, I don’t know what you want to do, but opening an animation studio doesn’t necessarily require such investment. Many mature IPs can be acquired for just a few hundred thousand."

Chu River blinked—"I just wanted an excuse to spend money."

Chen Jingbai: ...

Raising a girl is indeed not simple!

He sighed, "Then don’t expect to buy the outline of my new book. I don’t need the money."

"How could you not need money?" Chu River looked at him, her expression a bit displeased.

What’s up with this guy?

Before, he acted as considerate as Little Yellow, so attentive and spot on, but at a critical moment, he couldn’t keep up with her big sister’s way of thinking.

"You have to work hard to make more money! Otherwise, how can you take me out?"

...

Chen Jingbai was taken aback—

In reality, he didn’t lack money.

Although there’s not much savings nowadays, and he’s still saddled with a mortgage—there’s no choice, flats in the central district of Beijing are just too expensive.

But saying there’s not much savings means the savings are merely a measly eight figures, nothing to mention.

Not really no money at all.

And also... What did Little He mean by that statement?

Yet Chu River didn’t give him time to ponder; she gave a cold snort.

"Now that I’m out of money, and you don’t earn more to get me the equipment and tools I need, how will I make animations? I still want to buy a sports car; will there be any money left after buying the car with your savings?"

The other party is both Chang Geng and a little brother, so using his money is only natural for Chu Fa Da. Buying a luxury car and secretly modifying it would be such a thrill.

Thinking about how she secretly used Chang Geng as a little brother, Chu River felt a bit guilty and looked around furtively after speaking.

...

However, Chen Jingbai’s mind was somewhat adrift.

The meaning within those words couldn’t be more clear!

Logically speaking, as a rational man, he should coldly chastise her, give up such illusions, since his money didn’t just come out of thin air, how could it be squandered like this?

But in reality, after hearing such words, his heart softened, with no resistance at this moment, he felt it so natural instead.

Could it be, this is love at first sight?

Chen Jingbai pondered, feeling that love, indeed, was quite extraordinary. But agreeing too quickly, wouldn’t that be a bit unreserved?

He cleared his throat:

"I remember you’re quite good at making money too?"

Chu River flew into a rage.

"What do you mean? You don’t intend to spend money on me anymore, do you? I can earn money because I can, but isn’t your money meant for me to spend!"

Chen Jingbai was already dizzy with elation.

He thought, this must surely be love.

In his next book, he definitely must include this romantic subplot!

—He had already lost his mind.

...

But dazed as he was, regarding the matter of buying the outline from Chu River, he still didn’t agree.

"It’s not about the money."

In the face of Little He’s anger, Chen Jingbai patiently explained.

"I’m not the kind of author who writes from outlines. My storytelling is developed step by step, and the so-called outline at present is just a few main lines accompanied by part of the incomplete character settings."

"If you insist on me writing it, the outline might lose its original charm and not be the story I envision in my heart."

...

—These story-makers, they really have a lot of quirks.

Thinking of Su Tiankuo, the first stepping stone, Chu River couldn’t help but sigh.

"Alright, then write sooner, earn more money sooner—I have plenty of places to spend money over here."

Well, such an obedient little brother, what else can you do?

By then, she’ll handle the mess of the golden finger.

Chen Jingbai relaxed and laughed, his eyes intensely focused on Chu River, utterly serious:

"Little He, don’t worry, I will write it as soon as possible, and I won’t let you down."

But Chu River thought—I’m busy making animations, who has the patience to read novels.

Yet Chen Jingbai, like someone possessed, happily began his daily writing marathon.

As a regular pigeon that writes 6000 a day, there must be something wrong with his head.

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