Zhang Ye sat on the bed. Hearing a previous enemy of his in such a situation, he did not feel happy at all, and in fact felt very uncomfortable!
Let’s put this matter aside for a while.
Zhang Ye called the number given to him by Tian Bin. It did not connect on the first time, as the other party might have been busy. It connected on the second try.
“Hello, who’s this?” The other party was a middle-aged man.
Zhang Ye said, “Hi! I’m Zhang Ye, the original author of ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’. I heard your publishing firm wants to discuss about the publishing copyright? I’m wondering if you still have those intentions?”
The middle-aged man was stunned, “You are the author of ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’?”
Zhang Ye laughed, “Hur Hur, that’s me alright.”
“Eh, I thought you were not planning on selling your copyright?” the middle-aged man curiously asked.