My System Forces Me to Live off Women-Chapter 92 - 89: Platinum!

Ding Peng, 37 years old, is not exactly a new director, because he has participated in the production of a series of romantic films and TV dramas like "Sweet Little Happiness," "Youthful Times," "Hello, Darling," and "Love’s Colorful," all of which Li Peifeng has never heard of.

But before this, Ding Peng was always an assistant director or supervisor. This time, he bought the rights to "The Wicked Boss" in hopes of directing it himself.

Without a doubt, he is well-experienced in making trashy domestic romantic films and will make a good director.

The two agreed to meet at a restaurant in Beihua University, and Ding Peng reserved a private room.

While eating and chatting, after a while of discussion, Li Peifeng felt that "The Wicked Boss" must have been sold to the right person.

To fit the pace of the drama, Director Ding would make some cuts to the original novel, but he would definitely preserve the overall story and tone of "The Wicked Boss" as it transitions to the screen.

Li Peifeng was overjoyed and decided to give Director Ding the greatest respect.

Which meant that after "The Wicked Boss" premiered as an online drama, he would definitely not click in to watch it, not even a single episode...

And as for Director Ding’s enthusiastic invitation for him to be the scriptwriter for "The Wicked Boss," Li Peifeng politely declined using the excuse of heavy academic workload and the preparation of a new book.

"If you need anything, you can always contact me by phone. I’ve also sent you the outline of ’The Wicked Boss.’ I really don’t have the extra time to work as an editor with the team."

"Indeed, I didn’t expect you to be a graduate student at Beihua University, and you must be very busy, plus you’re surprisingly handsome..."

Ding Peng joked, "I’m tempted to make you the male lead of ’The Wicked Boss.’ Then the scriptwriter, author, and male lead would all be the same person. The buzz would definitely be high!"

Li Peifeng smiled wryly, "Acting is definitely not possible. I can’t act and have no such ideas. But as the author, I will certainly do my best to help promote it."

The meal ended pleasantly, and on the way back to school from the restaurant, Li Peifeng received a call from Editor Xia Sheng with another piece of good news.

"The Wicked Boss" physical book had finalized a publisher and was in the proofreading and revision stage, expected to be released in two months.

Li Peifeng estimated the timing, and it seemed to coincide with the launch of "The Wicked Boss" online drama production, which was quite fortunate.

Xia Sheng said, "There’s another issue, which is the preface. Whether you write it yourself or invite another author to contribute as a guest, both are fine."

How could I write a preface for that lousy book? I don’t even want to write one myself, let alone ask someone else to write it?

Li Peifeng thought for a moment and said, "Is it illegal not to write a preface?"

Xia Sheng chuckled, "Then if ’The Wicked Boss’ doesn’t have a preface, you’ll have to write one for ’The Eloping Empress and the Yandere Prince,’ ’Three Lifetimes of Being the Mistress,’ ’The Cold Palace Consort Streaming Her Steps,’ ’The Bald Girl from the Stars,’ and ’In This World, All the Male Cultivators Kneel Before Me’?"

Li Peifeng stopped in his tracks on the sidewalk, looking serious, "What do you mean?!!"

"Congratulations, you’re about to get famous."

On the other end of the line, Xia Sheng laughed heartily, speaking with crystal clarity, "Besides your ongoing serial ’Female Supremacy,’ you’ve sold the print rights for six books, comic rights for four books, audiobook rights for three, and ’The Cold Palace Consort’ and ’Male Cultivators Kneel Before Me’ have both sold their animation and film rights!"

"..." Li Peifeng was stunned.

Xia Sheng continued, "As far as I know, it’s because after ’The Wicked Boss’ was sold, a female executive from the rights operation department took a look at your works, was impressed, thought they all had development potential, and let Money Goose buy them."

Heavens, earth, which angelic big sister has such great foresight!

Li Peifeng was in disbelief, "Are you serious? You’re not kidding me?"

"It’s true."

Xia Sheng affirmed and added, "For physical publishing, you’ll receive five percent royalties. The others, like comics, audio, animation, and film, are all buyouts, with the post-tax amount totaling around 3.2 million."

"Although I might know the answer, I still have to ask symbolically: do you want to sell these rights?"

With a teasing tone, Xia Sheng asked. In reality, he had to ask because if the author didn’t want to sell the rights, Endpoint had no right to sell them. But except for a few top authors who want to develop their own IPs, few authors refuse.

For ordinary authors, rights are only valuable once they’re sold!

The more rights are sold, the more valuable the work becomes.

Only when an author reaches the pinnacle of the pyramid can they consider the autonomy of their rights. Until then, there’s just one word...

"Sell!"

Li Peifeng said decisively, "What about the rights for ’Female Supremacy’? If needed, I’ll sell those too! I’ll sell if there’s money!"

"Forget that one, it’s probably because it involves characters from ’Water Margin,’ which is complicated."

Xia Sheng continued, "However, ’Female Supremacy’ is doing quite well. It’s just a few subscriptions short of ten thousand, and given your knack for adaptation, your Platinum Author contract has already been finalized. I’ll send it to the backend later; once you sign it, you’ll be the third male Platinum God in our female channel!"

"No way, my man, is it still an electronic signature?"

In his excitement, Li Peifeng showed slight disdain, "Now that I’m Platinum, can’t we trouble Chief Editor Xia, such an important figure, to fly over and personally sign a paper contract with me?"

Xia Sheng laughed, "Once you have a book with over ten thousand subscriptions, I’ll definitely come personally. Alright, take a look at the contract terms later, and if there are any issues, we can discuss over the phone. You’re welcome to bring up any conditions you have."

Being Platinum really makes a difference, now I can state conditions.

Li Peifeng didn’t know what to say, he just nodded instinctively, "Okay."

"Hmm, bye-bye~"

After hanging up the phone, Li Peifeng stood silently holding his phone in front of the gates of Beihua University.

The sun was just right, the wind passed through the world,

Traffic flowed endlessly on the road, people came and went on both sides, he stood alone in a corner, yet no one knew the turmoil in his heart.

Thinking back to when he was a teenager, cluelessly picking up the keyboard and embarking on the path of online literature.

Signing contracts, hitting rock bottom, then gradually gaining a thousand subscriptions, turning into a masterpiece, now ten thousand subscriptions...

Li Peifeng finally used the keyboard to carve out a path of his own.

After so many years in the online literature career, reaching this point today, his feelings are beyond words.

As the saying goes: All these absurd words, a handful of bitter tears. Everyone says the author is mad, but who understands the taste within?

At this moment, Li Peifeng suddenly understood the emotions of that philosophy major buddy sitting on the rooftop smoking a Huazi that Shenliao spoke of.

"Loneliness, oh, loneliness."

Li Peifeng sighed deeply.

But things happened so suddenly, making him a little lost, a little dazed.

Li Peifeng still couldn’t be sure, asking himself: "Is there any chance..."

"That maybe I’m still dreaming right now?"

The Nether Sea’s Breath taken at dawn was indeed effective, Li Peifeng once again entered the dream, traversing alone into the land of Narnia.

This made him hesitant to accept this good news, unable to distinguish whether it was a dream or reality now.

After all, some truly achieving the deer, not knowing the whole day the dream is a fish.

Li Peifeng glanced at the call log on his phone, then pulled up the Writer’s Assistant APP, and saw that Platinum contract pushed over.

Melancholic, and yet relieved!

It’s not that I don’t understand, it’s just that the world changes so fast!!

"I want to drink some alcohol to make my soul weightless!"

Li Peifeng rubbed his face, sorted out his mood, continued moving forward on campus, and while walking, picked up his phone and called ’Zhao Qingge’.

"Doo~ Doo~"

"Hello?" Zhao Qingge’s voice was still so gentle and pleasant: "Just looking for you, come to my office so I can see the PPT you’re using for tomorrow’s lecture, is it done?!"

Li Peifeng’s tone was serious: "Is this Teacher Xiaozhao?"

"..."

Zhao Qingge didn’t react for a moment, after four or five seconds, she asked puzzled: "Are you Li Peifeng?"

Li Peifeng’s tone was dissatisfied: "I am the newly famous Endpoint Platinum writer ’A Breeze Among Us’!"

"..."

Zhao Qingge might have been frightened by the overwhelming charm of a Platinum writer’s aura over the phone, dared not speak.

Li Peifeng continued criticizing: "I see your promotion work for that lecture is very inadequate! How come the students of the School of Arts and Sciences don’t know, do I need to notify them one by one?"

"Did you only have posts on the academy’s public account, without hanging banners across campus, nor did you post notices collectively in the academy group?"

"..."

"Look, you’ve neglected your work, haven’t you?!"

Li Peifeng intensified his tone: "Also, the notification post on the public account is wrong, the term ’network writer’ needs to have ’famous’ added before it. Plus, in terms of copyright, not just ’The Evil General’, this writer has sold a total of six books’ physical book rights, four books have sold comic rights, three have sold audiobook rights, ’Palace Concubine’ and ’Male Cultivators Kneel Before Me’ have sold animation and film rights!"

"How come none of this is written?!!"

"... Is that so?"

Zhao Qingge’s tone concealed anger, tinged with doubt: "Did you just sell them?"

"You’re seriously derelict in duty!"

Li Peifeng was already rebuking: "How can work be done like this? Immediately rectify, otherwise, I won’t give this lecture!"

"Change."

On the phone, Zhao Qingge’s tone was calm again: "I’ll have it changed immediately, change it until you’re satisfied. Are there any other requests from Writer Li? If not, please come to my office soon."

"Teacher Xiaozhao, actually I’ve always been dissatisfied with your research direction."

Li Peifeng deliberated: "Of course, the general direction of online literature is correct, but I think you could refine it a bit, like shifting from online literature to in-depth research on the online writer ’A Breeze Among Us’, establishing him as a typical case, doing some specific analysis and commentary. I think he’ll definitely be a heavyweight figure bridging online literature and serious literature in the future..."

"Li Peifeng! If you still want to graduate, get to my office within five minutes!!"

"Hey, coming."