Stop Bothering Me, Emperor Chapter 97 - Weibo

Chapter 97 - Weibo

The rule in Hollywood had always been to be generous with the copyright fees. For a small writer, the money offered for the tie-in toys this time was quite a considerable amount. However, as a meticulous and careful accountant, who was just as stingy as Song Xiao, Huangye Wanhe chose the dividends contract, which meant that she would receive a portion of the profits for every toy sold.

“I’m really optimistic about the tie-in toys,” Huangye Wanhe said with a smile.

“I think you made the right choice.” Song Xiao smiled as he pushed the contract over for her to read. “You can have a specialist lawyer look at it before you sign.”

There were two copies of the contract, one in Chinese and one in English. Huangye Wanhe’s English was relatively bad, and she could only understand a portion of it. Actually, given her trust in the empress, she had planned to sign it right then. After thinking about it, however, if she had a lawyer look at it, she could meet Song Xiao again, so she nodded and put away the contract.

Yu Tang ordered some light refreshments, prepared to chat with Huangye Wanhe for a while. Just nice, the other party was reluctant to leave as well.

The truth was that it was Song Xiao and Huangye Wanhe who spoke most of the time, but Yu Tang listened to them very seriously.

“Chief Xiao told me before that he had pulled in a large investment. I never thought that it would actually be Dayu Capital.” Huangye Wanhe took a sip of her tea, her face filled with excitement. “I’ve been following Dayu Capital for a long time. I hear you are all descendents of the imperial family of the Great Yu Dynasty.”

“That’s just a rumour. Our family records have long been lost.” Yu Tang spoke without expression, but he knew very well that this family truly was descended from the Great Yu imperial family.

“I think it’s true…” Huangye Wanhe stared at Yu Tang, then turned to look at Song Xiao. No matter how long she looked, it wasn’t enough. “Ai, the two of you feel like old friends – can we take a photo? I want to put it up on Weibo.”

As a cultured and refined gentleman, Song Xiao usually wouldn’t refuse a woman’s request. However, he looked at Yu Tang with slight embarra.s.sment, worried that the latter would be unhappy. Unexpectedly, Yu Tang stood up very enthusiastically and pa.s.sed Huangye Wanhe’s handphone to Dugu An for him to take a photo.

Huangye Wanhe clutched her phone after that as she grinned from ear to ear in happiness. She was screaming like crazy inwardly, but she did her best to maintain as composed an expression as possible.

“The copyright fee should be quite a hefty sum; why are you still renting?” Song Xiao was a little confused. He had heard Xiao Zhengqing mention the copyright fee before, which was in line with Hollywood’s standards – Huangye Wanhe should have struck it big.

“Ai, I’m just used to being poor.” As Huangye Wanhe spoke, she took the takeaway container which the waitress gave her and packed up the unfinished food. “I’m thinking about how to spend the money.”

When someone else received this much money, they would probably buy a house in the capital as soon as possible, or perhaps a store. However, Huangye Wanhe evidently had a more ambitious dream.

“I want to film ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’.” Huangye Wanhe hugged the takeaway container and sighed. “Waiter, give me a bag.”

The tale of Emperor Jingyuan and Empress Duanhui was true history, yet it couldn’t be turned into a TV show. After all, China still had a very low tolerance toward h.o.m.os.e.xuality, and broadcasting stations didn’t approve either.

It had to be said that in this era, the most loyal fan of this imperial love story was Huangye Wanhe. If ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’ could be turned into a show, who cared if it was only an online drama? The happiness it would bring her would definitely be no less than ‘Delicacies Fill The Palace Hall’ being filmed in Hollywood.

“Perhaps, I can help you…” When they walked Huangye Wanhe back to her neighbourhood, Song Xiao, who had been silent on the journey, suddenly spoke up.

“En?” Huangye Wanhe was startled and raised her head to look at Song Xiao.

“I’ll come up with the money.” Yu Tang, who had been looking at his phone, heard Song Xiao’s words, and responded.

“You don’t even know what it’s about, and you’re just going to pay for it?” Song Xiao glared at him unhappily. This fellow had clearly been playing Tetris the whole time; even when they were walking, Song Xiao had to lead him. He hadn’t been listening to them talk at all.

“I didn’t hear.” Yu Tang put away his phone and raised his head to look at him. “Do whatever you want. In any case, I’ll pay for it.”

Third-wheeling on the side, Huangye Wanhe gradually turned to stone, feeling like she was being blinded by something.

Rubbing her eyes, she decided not to bother the two of them and turned to head upstairs, before turning back around. “That, today’s photo, can I put it up online?”

She really, really wanted to upload it!

Song Xiao frowned and wanted to refuse, before Yu Tang beat him to it and said, “Put it up ba.”

Huangye Wanhe floated off, leaving behind a dumbfounded Song Xiao, who looked at Yu Tang with narrowed eyes. “Your Majesty, what are you planning?”

Yu Tang looked into the distance with a mysterious expression. “Boosting your influence.”

That night, a photo was released on Huangye Wanhe’s verified V Weibo account, with the caption, “My life is now worth something!”

Filming wasn’t finished yet, and to maintain secrecy and build hype later, Huangye Wanhe had yet to announce it to the public, so she only had a few thousand Weibo followers.

When she released the photo, her readers just a.s.sumed that the author was excited at meeting two incredibly handsome men, and left comments one after another.

【Ah ah ah, how handsome, who are they?】

【The small thrush is surrounded →_→】

【Chotto matte, these two seem a little familiar…】

Half an hour later, the readers abruptly exploded because someone released two photos in the comments. It was the portraits of Emperor Jingyuan and Empress Duanhui, as well as the secretly taken photo from the Xiaotang Moon forum.

【Ahhhhhhhhhh, if you live long enough you’ll see everything ahhhhhhh, these are the reincarnations of the emperor and empress ba】

【The heavens have opened my eyes ah, allowing me to see this scene】

【This isn’t a dream, right? Great author actually met the emperor and empress; let me go eat s.h.i.+t and calm down】

【LS eating s.h.i.+t plus me, I want to calm down】

The netizens were drowning in endless excitement, because there was truly a pair like this in history. There might not be many fans of this book, but there were tons of fans of this pair. Not even an hour later, the post had been forwarded over 20,000 times. Everyone was deeply moved; one truly could experience everything if they lived long enough.

Of course, there were some who were doubtful. After all, reincarnation or rebirth was too mysterious, and no one believed in it at all. Doppelgangers could be found in the world, but seldom as a pair.

【This is fake, right? Who can be this handsome? It has to be photoshopped】

Huangye Wanhe was a little angry when she saw this comment. How could the photo be fake? These people were the real deal. Even now she still couldn’t quite believe it and felt like she needed to do something drastic to calm down. Just as she was about to respond, there was already a reader who had replied for her.

【LS, take a look at the pockmarks on the great author’s face; the photo clearly hasn’t been photoshopped, okay?】

【Exactly, the great author looks a little ugly today, hey, probably in contrast to the hot guys】

Seeing such pa.s.sionate readers, Huangye Wanhe clutched her chest. This sweet yet oppressive feeling, who could understand it…

When Yu Tang got home, he started scrolling on his tablet. He read every comment on the photo and liked those that praised how well-matched they were as well as their handsomeness. Of course, he used his ‘Xiaoxiao Loves Tangtang’ side account to like them.

Song Xiao was seriously pondering today’s matter. To be honest, it wasn’t that he particularly liked ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’; he would much rather film Grandpa Qu’s ‘Golden Age of Jinghong’.

Emperor Jingyuan was clearly Great Yu’s greatest emperor, yet because of Song Xiao, his story could never be turned into a TV series and made known to even more people. This was something that had always troubled Song Xiao.

A strange phenomenon existed in the Chinese entertainment industry: once something which drew local criticism was praised by foreigners, it would be viewed as amazing when it was brought back home. Huangye Mohe’s book had been turned into a Hollywood film, and her status in the circle would soar in the future. As such, it would be much easier to obtain approval for her other works. Thus, filming ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’ wouldn’t be impossible at all.

And if ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’ could be filmed, then ‘Golden Age of Jinghong’ could be filmed as well.

“Junzhu.” Yu Tang suddenly called for him.

Pulled out of this plotting, Song Xiao saw the emperor sitting in bed and patting the s.p.a.ce next to him, indicating for Song Xiao to go over. He then toed off his shoes and climbed into bed, moving to Yu Tang’s side. “What is it?”

Yu Tang shoved the tablet into his hands. “Come register a Weibo account.”

“What for?” Song Xiao took it, baffled, but still obediently registered an account. He very honestly used his real name. Unfortunately, this account name was already taken by someone else, so he could only change it to ‘Gentleman Like Bamboo’.

Yu Tang looked at the account and didn’t comment, and merely told Song Xiao to remember to follow him. Yu Tang’s main account was called Yu Tang and even had the yellow V, which verified that he was ‘Chairman of Dayu China’. He didn’t have many, nor few, followers. Most of them were employees of Great Yu, and he didn’t post anything interesting either. It was always handled by Secretary Jin, who would occasionally publish some developments in the company. A group of employees would loudly shout, ‘Thank you, leader’, ‘Determined support’, Leader is right’, below.

Aside from following the two company accounts ‘Dayu China’ and ‘Dayu International’, Yu Tang’s account followed a third account today — ‘Gentleman Like Bamboo’.

Song Xiao’s lips quirked. “Your Majesty, this is too obvious.”

“Why, not allowing zhen to follow — do you plan to use this account to fool around with other people?” Yu Tang frowned and grabbed Song Xiao’s jaw.

Song Xiao couldn’t talk sense with this person, and he was too lazy to care about him. He just let his jaw be grabbed, and his body relaxed lazily. “I’m preparing to get involved in Xinghai Entertainment.”

Yu Tang pulled Song Xiao’s head down to rest on his chest as he stroked that fluffy hair. “What ‘involved’, just seize it directly.”

Song Zicheng couldn’t manage his company well. When ‘Delicacies Fill The Palace Hall’ was released next year, Song Xiao would need domestic resources for the film to break through the market. Moreover, this was also a good opportunity for Xinghai Entertainment to flourish once more. If it was Song Zicheng who handled it, he might not be able to seize this chance.

Little Theater

‘There Are Risks In Scrolling Weibo’

Xiaoxiao: Weibo is really fun

Fish Tang: What are you looking at?

Xiaoxiao: Look at this dialogue sketch

Fish Tang: Don’t wanna, you read it aloud

Xiaoxiao: You chase me, if you catch me, I’ll let you hehehe

Fish Tang: (Reaches out and catches him) Caught you

Xiaoxiao: o(>_<)o

Baobao Notes

Decided to try my best to keep to a set schedule: Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Extra chaps appear on Sunday.