Lin Chaoyang looked at Li Hanxiang speechlessly, then what did you mention about New Art City?

Li Hanxiang explained: "I am not explaining to you that things are actually much better now than before, and the screenwriters also get dividends!"

Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoyang changed the subject, "When will you give me the red envelope from "The Master of Chess"?"

Li Hanxiang suddenly felt like his butt was on fire, and he hurriedly argued: "You have to ask China Film for this money. The money they earn is worth hundreds of millions in Hong Kong dollars."

"Then they have to be able to pay it. Lao Li, you just said there will be dividends, don't you want to renege on the debt?"

Li Hanxiang was blocked in the corner by him, speechless, mumbling for a long time, and finally said: "Dividends... We will wait until the distribution rights in Southeast Asia are sold."

"Okay, I'll remember what you said, and I'll wait for your dividends when the time comes."

Li Hanxiang looked at his fearless expression and couldn't help complaining in his heart. If he had known this, he would never have agreed to this favor.

If you want to be a good person, you have to pay for it out of your own pocket. With Lin Chaoyang's appetite, he will definitely not be able to make this red envelope a big one.

"Hey! By the way, who wants me to write a script?" Lin Chaoyang asked.
Chapter completed!