Seeing that he agreed to it with a crispness, Hong Jingbao was also happy and smiled and pulled Xiatian to sit down.

Everyone here also looked up to him because of his identity as a writer.

Xia Tian knew that he had a high status as a novelist in Hong Kong. Masters like Jin Yong, Gu Long, Ni Geng, and even film tycoons like Shao Yifu and Zou Wenhuai must be polite to others.

However, he did not become proud of it, but continued to maintain a modest and cautious attitude, not arrogant or complacent, which made everyone here have a good impression of him.

Tang Jia was relieved when he saw this. He was most worried that Xia Tian was young and energetic. Once he was praised by others, he would not know what he was so arrogant. He didn't expect that he could calm down, not be humble or arrogant, and he could deal with people easily and calmly, which really surprised him.

One hour later, the banquet ended.

Before leaving, Liu Jialiang quietly said to Tang Jia, "Brother, your apprentice is really good."

Tang Jia smiled and felt that she was very proud of her face. You should know that Liu Jialiang had a very high vision and was not the one who easily praised others.

Xia Tian asked Hong Jingbao, "Brother Hong, where will I give it to you after the script is written?"

Hong Jingbao was stunned. He asked Xia Tian for the script, but he just said it casually. As the most popular producer in Hong Kong, he has countless elite soldiers and generals under his command, so why can't he lack the script? But since Xia Tian asked this and said his words, he certainly can't go back on his word now.

"This is how you can. After you finish writing, just send it to the third floor of Jiahe Building and Baohe Film Company." Hong Jingbao hesitated for a moment and immediately said with a smile.

If Xia Tian’s script is really good, even if you can’t use it, you can give it to others. If the writing is not very good, at most you can give him a few thousand yuan to not let him do it in vain.

"Okay, I'll write it down." Xia Tian nodded and smiled. He could guarantee that Hong Jingbao would definitely like his script.

"Ah Tian, ​​you must cherish the opportunity, think carefully about the script, and don't deal with errands." Tang Jia also reminded him, "The favors are as thin as paper, and the master can't help you too many times."

If Xia Tian randomly tinkers with scripts to fool others, although they will accept the script for his sake, it will not work if they want to deceive others in the future.

"I know, Master, I promise not to do anything randomly." Xia Tian said solemnly. For the sake of his future, he would never do anything randomly.

...

After the banquet, I returned to Shaw Cinema in summer.

As soon as I arrived downstairs, someone shouted in the convenience store, "A Tian, ​​come here, you will leave a message on your phone."

Xia Tian hurried over, "Thank you Aunt Lan." He said with a smile, and handed over a 10-dollar bill at the same time, "Help me get a pack of Marlboro, don't have to find money."

The owner, Aunt Lan, suddenly had a flower on her face. A pack of Marlboro costs only seven yuan, so she gets a tip of three yuan. Usually, she helps people pass verbal messages, and only gets one yuan at most.

"A Tian, ​​this is your message, this is your cigarette, smoke less, there is no benefit to smoking." She reminded with a smile.

"I understand, Aunt Lan, thank you for your concern." Xia Tian nodded. In fact, he was not very addicted to smoking. But these days, he either stayed up late to film or stayed up late to get the manuscript, so he inevitably smoked a little more.

After receiving the note with the message, he saw that it had a phone number and a message on it, asking him to contact Ming Pao as soon as possible to discuss the proper serialization.

Although the Xia Tian's "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" had passed the review a few days ago, because Ming Pao did not lack novel serialization at that time, it was not published immediately.

Now it seems that there should be a schedule.

Xia Tian was delighted and quickly called by the phone.

The person who answered the phone was Ren Wanying, "Hey, who are you?"

"Sister Wanying, I'm Xiatian, how are you?" Xiatian smiled.

"It's you, Ah God! I'll tell you a good news, and your little explanation will be reported tomorrow." Ren Wanying's voice also sounded very happy.

"That's so great, I can't wait." Xia Tian smiled, "Thank you Sister Wanying, please help me, thank you Mr. Cha."

"Okay. By the way, Mr. Cha still wants to ask you, are you planning to publish it with your real name or plan to take a pseudonym?" Ren Wanying asked again.

Xia Tian knew that martial arts novel writers usually like to publish their works with pseudonyms. For example, Jin Yong's original name was Cha Liangyong, and the pseudonym was split from the last word of his name; Gu Long's original name was Xiong Yaohua, and his pseudonym originated from the poem by the poet Li He of the Tang Dynasty, "The green maple on the dark autumn air, and the ancient dragon chants in the cool night waves." Ni Geng has many pseudonyms, among which "Wesley" is the name of the protagonist of his novel...

But he didn't want to take any pseudonym, because he wrote novels in addition to money, just to make a name. If he took a pseudonym, no one would know the real name. How can he boost his reputation?!

"Just use my real name to publish it, Sister Wanying. My name sounds pretty good, so there is no need to give it any pseudonym." Xia Tian refused.

"That's fine, I'll tell Mr. Cha." Ren Wanying nodded, "Remember to buy newspapers tomorrow." She reminded with a smile.

"Don't worry, I will buy 100 copies and give them to everyone." Xia Tian smiled.

...

After paying the phone bill, I went home in Xiatian and wanted to hurry up and finish writing "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple".

He has written more than half of this novel, and he can finish it in more than 30,000 words.

After putting down the paper and pen, Xia Tian was about to write, but suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

He got up and went to open the door, and saw a young man with buck-yadie standing outside the door.

"Hello Brother Tian!" he greeted with a smile.

Xia Tian was stunned, "What, are you doing?"

The so-called night owl comes to the house and has nothing to do. He has no good feelings for black X-Jiang such as Buck Ya Bing.

"That's right, Brother Tian, ​​Brother Bing wants to ask you to have dinner together in the evening. I wonder if you have time?" the little brother grinned.

Xia Tian frowned. He was still planning to finish writing "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple" in one day, but he was really not interested in dealing with buck-yad Bing.

"Well, let's do it. I still have something to do today. Go back and say to Brother Bing and say I'll go to the appointment in two days." He thought about it and said. Now every hour and every minute are very precious to him, and he doesn't want to waste it on boring socializing.

"Brother Tian, ​​if you do this, it will be difficult for me to explain to my elder brother when I go back." The man's face suddenly became dark when he saw Xia Tian refuse, "In my opinion, you should not make things difficult for me as a younger brother. Let me go with me to see Brother Bing." He stood at the door, reluctant to leave.

Xia Tian shook his head, "Why are you telling your elder brother that it's your business? I really don't have time now. I won't be with you!" After that, he was about to close the door.

"Hey, don't be shameless. I'm a fat lice, but no one is brave enough to give me face?" The little brother stretched out his hand, supported the door, and then sneered at Xia Tian.

This little brother is fat and has great strength. Because he is difficult to deal with, people call him "fat lice". It means fat lice, and you know that biting people and biting people and being disgusting.

Fat lice not only didn't hate this nickname, but instead felt proud. When he saw Xia Tian refused to agree to let him go, he started to show off his face.

Xia Tian smiled, grabbed his hand, and secretly tried, "I have never heard of your fat lice name, but Brother Bing had a confidant named Aming before. I think you should know what the fate of him is. Get out of here now, don't force me to do it."

When Fat Lice saw that Xia Tian dared to compete with him, she was a little happy at first and wanted to take the opportunity to embarrass him a little. However, she didn't expect that Xia Tian's hand became tighter and tighter, just like a vise.

The fat lice felt that his strength was strong enough, but he didn't expect that Xia Tian's strength was even greater than him. After a long time, he could no longer hold on and the sweat on his forehead was in pain.

When Xia Tian mentioned Amin's incident, Fat Lice suddenly had a cold war. In fact, he didn't know very well about Amin's incident. He only knew why he had lost the boss's favor. Not only was he discounted his legs by the boss, but he was also kicked out of the club. His ending was very miserable. Unexpectedly, it would have been related to this young man. With this in mind, Fat Lice would never dare to cause trouble again.

His status in the club is not as good as Ah Ming. What qualifications do he have to challenge Xia Tian? "Brother Tian, ​​please let it go. I know I'm wrong. I'll go back now and tell Brother Bing."

"It would be better if this would be done before, so as not to hurt everyone's kindness." Xia Tian said with a smile. Muds like Fat Lice have always bullied the weak and afraid of the strong. The more they talk to him, the more they think you are easy to bully. On the contrary, your strength is stronger than him, so he will be willing to make him kneel down and lick his toes.

Fat lice also smiled awkwardly, "It's my fault, it's my fault. Sorry, Brother Tian! I'll leave now, I won't disturb you." He quickly turned around and left, and after he hurriedly returned to the downstairs, he breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted his sleeves and saw five deep finger marks left on his hand, and the marks began to swell.

"My God, this is not a teenager. This is even more cruel than the people we are doing." Fat lice said astonished. He originally wanted to take revenge on Xia Tian, ​​but now he quickly gave up the idea.

When I returned home in summer, I sat back at the table and continued to write my own novels.

From three o'clock in the afternoon to the early morning of the next day, except for resting for half an hour during supper, I sat at the table and wrote quickly in the rest of the summer.

When he finished writing this book "The Eighth Bronze Man in Shaolin Temple", he stood up from the stool and stretched, he could hear the sound of bones.

"Wow, it's finally done." Xia Tian yawned and smiled happily when he saw the manuscript on the table.
Chapter completed!