Chapter 697: The **** of the gods who was miserable by friends

Chu Mu: "..."
He looked at the sea without a word: "Snow Sea?"
Xuehai took two cups without a word, poured himself a full cup, and gave Chu Mu a cup.
"Brother, do you know..."
He smothered half a glass of white wine and his eyes were red: "Yesterday, my avenue film was retired."
Chu Mu was shocked.
The avenue is a book that is being serialized in the snowy sea.
The results of this book are not very satisfactory, and the snowy sea is not in the state.
But even then, Chu Mu did not expect that the film and television copyright of this book would actually be hit.
And Chu Mu knows that Snow and the endless films of several consecutive books are all cooperating with the same company.
He thought that even if you look at the strength and fame of Xuehai’s unspeakable past, and the benefits that the once-popular film and television brought to the company, the company would not be so obvious.
It seems that he saw his thoughts. Xuehai had nowhere to finish the remaining wine in the cup. He laughed and said: "This is the capitalist."
This kind of thing, Chu Mu can only comfort the snow sea.
"They don't want to, change one. You have been doing this for so many years. Why do you think so heavy?"
Snowy sea shook his head: "I know, I don't care about the money for this film and television copyright, I just don't feel good. And..."
"... Spring and Autumn, I am old."
Old, or that is, Jiang Lang has done it.
The end of the snowy sea has been more and more deeply felt this point.
He did not have such a loss.
"Avenue" did not perform well. He thought about opening a new book for the first time.
However, the new book setting has been thought of several times, and more than a dozen have been written at the beginning.
The more you write, the worse.
The more you write, the more unsatisfactory.
After a few days, I opened the document and took a look at it. I couldn’t read anything about what I wrote.
He has to admit that he is no longer the one who has the help of the pen and has a hint of inspiration to go all the way.
When I was older, my mind began to become rigid and my aura was slowly wiped out.
His eyes are still there.
So it is very clear that the beginnings of those forced to write out, even if they are issued into new books, the results will not be much better than "Avenue".
What he really fears is not the movie copyright of "Avenue", but this.
He can't tell anyone about this.
Including Chu's Spring and Autumn.
The apocalyptic literature network top of the big snow sea has no inspiration, Jiang Lang has done it.
As long as you think about such a message appearing in any place, Xuehai feels infinitely panic in his heart.
He poured himself another glass of wine and looked up at his good friend.
Chu's Spring and Autumn is so young.
He does not sell people, does not sell faces, does not broadcast live, and even rarely interacts with fans.
But after so many years of his work, the new book is better than one, and he has never saved one.
This is a horrible gift.
Xuehai looked at him indefinitely, thinking about himself, the more he wanted to be bitter.
"Brother, I really envy you, every new book comes out, it is a big hot IP. Come, have a drink!"
Chu Mu: "..."
He hesitated for a moment, looking at the snowy sea sitting opposite the face, or holding a glass of wine.
The spicy wine ran into the stomach along the throat, reached the end, and exploded.
The heat went straight to the face, and he smashed half of his head.
This is why Chu Mu is almost not drinking outside.
He has a very poor drink.
Poor to almost a cup.
This is just a bite, he has already got some of it.