Chapter 709: Chapter 709: The Ancestor Slaps the Face Chapter 709: Chapter 709: The Ancestor Slaps the Face Liu Yuyou was somewhat startled and blurted out, “That fast?”
Wasn’t it just yesterday that they were drafting the contract? And today he’s brought the contract to her already?
But why hadn’t they arranged a meeting with her in advance?
Liu Yuyou felt vaguely that something was strange. After all, she had lowered her price the night before, asking not for twenty million for the rights fee but just fifteen million. As long as Director Li wasn’t out of his mind, choosing her would be only too normal.
Could it be… he feared she would suddenly change her mind? Ask for that extra five million? So he prepared to sign the contract first, to prevent her from backing out?
The few people around her were all Chinese Literature majors who had already graduated and specially came back for today. Many of them were well-known, bestselling authors.
Yet upon hearing this, a hint of envy flashed across all their faces simultaneously.
“Liu Yuyou is truly impressive, having published so many books while still in school. Now she’s about to be the screenwriter for the latest version of ‘Records of the Mountain Moon,’ the sky’s the limit for her.”
“If Elder Mr. Liu Guansheng knew how outstanding his great-granddaughter was, he would rest easy in the hereafter.”
Liu Yuyou covered her mouth and chuckled, “Nonsense. I just got lucky and snagged these opportunities thanks to my great-grandfather’s reputation.”
The older students sighed with emotion. They had only heard that Elder Mr. Liu Guansheng’s great-grandson was a first-rate scholar, very good at writing. But for some unknown reason, he went mad. Contrarily, the once obscure great-granddaughter suddenly published several bestsellers.
Fortune really does turn in cycles; no one can truly explain luck.
Liu Yuyou didn’t chat with them much more and quickly left the crowd, taking out her phone to send a message to Li Dongyu’s assistant to inquire.
[Assistant: Yuyou, I’m not sure either. I did hear that Director Li took a contract to Imperial University Cafe, he should be looking for you, right?]
The assistant was also a bit lost. Who else could be at Imperial University discussing a contract, if not Liu Yuyou?
As a college student on campus, only Liu Yuyou qualified to be a screenwriter.
Harboring doubts, Liu Yuyou walked briskly towards the Time Cafe mentioned by the assistant.
Because it was the university’s anniversary, everywhere was crowded with people, even the street leading to the Time Cafe was bustling with students moving about.
Liu Yuyou took out a compact mirror from her bag to check her appearance. She took a deep breath and was about to walk into the cafe when a bewitchingly white figure appeared and entered her line of sight.
On seeing Bai Chuwei, Liu Yuyou’s expression cooled considerably: “Hello, Bai junior.”
Bai Chuwei, the school’s specially appointed professor who only taught advanced mathematics to entirely different majors, wasn’t someone Liu Yuyou bothered to call “Professor Bai” like Tong Qingyan did.
And somehow, Bai Chuwei had apparently improved her mentally ill brother’s condition significantly.
Bai Chuwei glanced at the inside of the cafe where Li Dongyu remained unaware and a smile touched her brow: “What brings you here, I wonder?”
Liu Yuyou frowned, “I’m here to sign the screenwriter contract. I can’t disclose the specifics to you, junior.”
Bai Chuwei’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery: “Is that so? Coincidentally, I’m here to sign a screenwriter contract as well.”
Liu Yuyou stared in astonishment, “You’re here to sign a screenwriter contract too? You… aren’t you from the Archaeology Department? What qualifies you to be a screenwriter?”
Probably Bai Chuwei had never even published a book before, right? And she was going to be a screenwriter?
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Just as Liu Yuyou was filled with doubts, the front door of the Time Cafe suddenly opened from the inside, and the bell tinkled. Director Li stepped out briskly, clapping his hands with a beaming smile, “You must be Miss Bai Chuwei, the ‘Immortal Teacher,’ right? I’ve heard so much about you. Please come in; let’s have a detailed talk.”