"Not right, with Yang Wenying's current regard for you, you're definitely in line for a promotion by the end of the year," Su Hai rejected the suggestion, "Otherwise, if someone else comes to me for a screenplay, why don't I just tell them to go directly to 'Rebirth'?"
This was an outright threat.
Sheng Ning glared at him angrily, knowing she couldn't twist an arm stronger than her own, she straightforwardly extended her index finger.
"What do you mean?"
"Ten thousand yuan per screenplay," Sheng Ning said irritably.
"That expensive?" Su Hai's eyes widened, "I might as well just get you promoted!"
"If you don't agree, then forget it, I don't want to be the laughingstock in the future for selling a screenplay too cheaply." Thanks to Su Hai, the reputation of 'Rebirth' had already made its mark. People outside who wanted to buy works of 'Rebirth' were already offering more than this amount.
