Jiang Baocu’s addiction to virtual achievements online stemmed from a famous quote by Sheng Tang; that sentence brought her attention; now, her awakening is also because of Sheng Tang.
It started because of Sheng Tang, and it ends because of Sheng Tang.
But she has experienced it, and in the future, similar temptations won’t make her addicted again, that is her gain.
The two enjoyed a pleasant dinner.
After dinner, Sheng Tang took a walk home, walking for an hour to digest the food in her stomach.
Jiang Baocu said she’s a tough person.
And Jiang Baocu, true to her words, handed her phone to her aunt after returning home, letting the company people manage her account, posting random stuff to maintain some popularity.
She herself used a completely new number, and couldn’t log into her Weibo or public accounts.
At first, she was restless, like quitting any addictive thing, extremely painful.
But after enduring a week, she gradually lost the urge to check it, and eventually those things distanced themselves from her life.
She started studying seriously again, catching up on the math she missed before.
Her aunt only approached her once: "Can you ask your classmate Sheng Tang to contact me? I want to ask her if we can buy the rights to that fairy tale."
Jiang Baocu asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Several animation film companies have contacted you, very eager for authorization, they think this fairy tale can be adapted into a movie. If we buy it and manage it, it’d be better than Sheng Tang herself. She’s your good friend, I won’t take advantage of her." Her aunt said.
"How much are you planning to offer?"
"Two hundred thousand."
Jiang Baocu knew that Sheng Tang sold a song for half a million last time, fearing she wouldn’t be interested.
However, it’s just an article, not a novel, two hundred thousand is already a high price.
Other media companies may not offer such a high price.
"I’ll go ask her." Jiang Baocu said.
She indeed conveyed her aunt’s words verbatim to Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang shook her head: "I have plans for it, not selling it for now."
"What are you keeping it for?" Jiang Baocu asked.
Sheng Tang thought for a while: "Let’s talk about it later. Literary works need time to mature, maybe in a few years, it’ll be worth more."
Jiang Baocu replied softly.
She got back to her aunt.
Her aunt felt regretful: "Ask her if it’s a matter of price, we can meet and discuss further."
"It’s not about the price, she just doesn’t want to deal with it right now," Jiang Baocu interrupted her aunt, "She’s still a student."
Her aunt didn’t say anything more.
There was also an unexpected person, who called Jiang Baocu and after a few words mentioned the rights to "Cinderella."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Baocu wasn’t in particularly good spirits.
"What’s wrong?"
"My mom called." She said.
Sheng Tang seemed to hear about her mom calling her for the first time, asked: "Don’t you usually live with your parents?"
"No, usually I live with my maid," Jiang Baocu said, "The maid is a housekeeper, my parents divorced when I was very young."
Sheng Tang understood, didn’t ask more.
A broken family causes great damage to children, no matter their age.
Especially, Jiang Baocu is at a sensitive age.
"After my parents divorced, I was placed under my father’s custody, my aunt took care of me more often." Jiang Baocu continued.
Sheng Tang nodded: "Don’t be sad."
"She never contacts me, but today she called to ask about the rights," Jiang Baocu sighed, "Still, it’s the benefits that move hearts the most."
Sheng Tang chuckled.