The Young Matriarch
Chapter 710 - Chapter 710 Chapter 710 Is Mr. Bais Original Manuscript Worth

Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Is Mr. Bai’s Original Manuscript Worth 60 Million? Chapter 710: Chapter 710: Is Mr. Bai’s Original Manuscript Worth 60 Million? Liu Yuyou was frozen in place, staring in shock at Director Li’s obsequiousness as if he were a lackey, and unconsciously raised her voice, “Director Li, weren’t you supposed to sign a contract with me?”

The other patrons in the Time Cafe were also staring at the entrance as if they’d seen a ghost.

It was just too terrifying; everyone knew that Director Li was famously stern and indifferent in the entertainment industry, only caring about his work. Even A-listers could be reduced to tears if they didn’t perform well under him, yet he was being so respectful to a student… this was beyond comprehension.

There were students at the cafe working part-time, their eyes gleaming. They had an intuition… this had something to do with Bai Chuwei, and they reckoned it wasn’t going to be simple!

On the surface, everyone appeared to be drinking their coffee, but in reality, they were all ears, eavesdropping.

Li Dongyu recognized Liu Yuyou and, hearing her words, furrowed his brow with a hint of displeasure, “When did I say I wanted to sign a contract with you?”

Liu Yuyou’s expression was bizarre to the extreme!

Not signing with her, but Bai Chuwei?

She had already lowered her literary rights fee by five million; wasn’t that enough?

With so many people watching, her face had been lost, and Liu Yuyou was already regretting coming here. Now there was no turning back. Full of astonishment, she asked, “Director Li, could it be that the rights fee for Chuwei’s work is only a few hundred thousand?”

To save on costs.

By saying this, she could salvage some dignity for herself–choosing not to contract with her because her rights fee was high, and turning to someone else because Bai Chuwei’s fee was cheap. Just a few hundred thousand would seal the deal; it was a matter of conserving funds.

Bai Chuwei stood by nonchalantly with her hands behind her back, not showing the slightest intention of interjecting, indifferent like a bystander watching the commotion, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Li Dongyu’s face instantly darkened as if covered in soot, gripping the contract in his arm, and said angrily, “Who told you it could be bought for just a few hundred thousand? Sixty million!”

A few hundred thousand for Mr. Bai’s posthumous work? This was a stinging slap in the face of Mr. Bai’s descendants!

It was a blatant humiliation.

He would never say such a thing; that would be a foolish move that offended Bai Chuwei.

Forget a few hundred thousand–even tens of millions might seem like pocket change to Bai Chuwei.

The eavesdropping students all gasped in unison upon hearing sixty million!

This was… a bit too exaggerated.

Astronomical rights fee!

Even well-known bestselling authors couldn’t command such a price, could they?

Even if Chuwei were the Immortal Teacher, she hadn’t published any books, let alone had writing experience. Where did she get the confidence to ask for sixty million in rights fees?

Could it be hype?

No, no, no, given Immortal Teacher’s huge fan base, she was the most famous non-celebrity on the net without even debuting; she certainly didn’t need to hype anything up.

This was truly mystifying.

Liu Yuyou looked at Director Li with disbelief. Sixty million?

She had lowered her fee by five million, and Director Li was willing to pay sixty million, a sky-high price, for a work by Bai Chuwei that she hadn’t even heard of?

This was inconceivably bizarre!

Liu Yuyou knew of Bai Chuwei’s reputation as the Immortal Teacher, but she had never really been intimidated by anyone when it came to literature.

Feeling indignant, Liu Yuyou forced the issue, “I really want to know why Director Li wouldn’t choose the sequel that I wrote but instead is willing to spend a fortune on Bai Chuwei’s work!”

Having been delayed for almost five minutes, Li Dongyu’s expression grew increasingly grim, and his tone turned quite unfriendly, “Is the unpublished posthumous original work of Mr. Bai not worth sixty million?!”