ca-book How much is the copyright fee for Xiao Ji's name in Chapter 382?
How much is the copyright fee for Xiao Ji's name in Chapter 382?
I entered the room.
Irina went straight to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and filled the bathtub with warm water.
The misty steam quickly spread, carrying a faint fragrance.
Ye Fan lazily sank into the sofa, looking down at his phone.
Valentina stood behind him, her slender fingers gently massaging his tense shoulders and neck with delicate and tender movements.
A few minutes later, Irina quietly approached Ye Fan and bowed slightly. A delicate fragrance wafted around his ear as she drew near: "Young Master Ye, why don't you take a bath first and wash away today's fatigue?"
Ye Fan nodded, got up, and walked towards the bathroom.
He took off his clothes and slowly sank into the warm water, closing his eyes to rest.
Before long, Irina and Valentina sat on either side of the bathtub, like maids serving noblemen in ancient times.
One person continued to massage his shoulders, while the other carefully added hot water to maintain the perfect temperature.
However, a moment later, Ye Fan suddenly reached out and pulled the two of them into the bathtub!
"ah--!"
Two exclamations rang out almost simultaneously, and water splashed everywhere.
After a long while, the three of them returned to the bedroom, soaking wet.
Ye Fan rolled over and lay on his back. Irina and Valentina instinctively looked down—
The next second, their pupils suddenly contracted, and they simultaneously covered their mouths, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.
"¡Dios mío!" (Oh my god!)
"Божемой......" (My God......)
Even their mother tongue came out without hesitation, as if only the most instinctive language could bear the weight of the shock at this moment.
......
The next morning.
A piercing yet persistent cell phone ringtone violently shattered Ye Fan's deep sleep.
He struggled violently like a drowning man, his consciousness still lingering on the edge of a chaotic dream, his hands instinctively groping haphazardly across the disheveled silk sheets.
His fingertips finally touched the cold metal casing. Without even looking, he swiped the answer button by muscle memory.
"Holy crap! Old Ye! Where are you?"
Li Yifeng's signature roar erupted on the other end of the phone, his voice so loud it almost shattered the receiver: "Marxist Philosophy this morning, bro! Class starts in two minutes! I sent you eight hundred WeChat messages and you didn't reply, I had to make two frantic calls before you finally answered, you're something else! Were you stealing cattle last night?"
Ye Fan was completely awakened by the high-decibel noise, and a hangover-like headache and physical exhaustion instantly overwhelmed him.
He then remembered he had class, rubbing his throbbing temples, his voice thick with nasal congestion and languid: "Ahem... I forgot. It's nothing, Lao Li, keep an eye on things for me, and if the teacher calls roll, can you answer for me?"
He yawned, his tone extremely natural: "If we get caught, just say Xiao Ji's name. I've already paid the annual fee for his 'name usage rights,' and it's on file."
There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, clearly stunned by this outrageous move: "Holy crap! Wow! You can do that? Okay...okay!"
Li Yifeng's voice was filled with a sense of bewilderment, as if his worldview had been completely shattered.
Just as Ye Fan was about to close his heavy eyelids again to end the call, Li Yifeng's urgent voice came through again: "Wait! Um... how much is the 'Xiao Ji's name copyright fee'? If it's cheap, I'd like to buy some quota from Xiao Ji as a backup?"
"Two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes a month."
Ye Fan closed his eyes and said succinctly: "However, I have already bought out the 'exclusive naming rights' and 'emergency avoidance rights' for Xiao Ji's name, and they will not be sold to others."
After saying that, without waiting for the other party to react, he hung up the call and casually stuffed the annoying phone back under his pillow.
A classroom at Nanjing University.
Hearing the busy tone on his phone, Li Yifeng gritted his teeth and cursed at the air: "Damn it! Hanged up so fast! Exploiters!"
Inside the room, Ye Fan glanced at his phone screen: 8:00.
Morning light filtered through the gaps in the heavy velvet curtains, casting a thin, golden line onto the luxurious carpet.
Just as he was about to let himself sink back into the soft comforter, he suddenly felt a subtle but unmistakable wriggling motion from under the down comforter beside him. Then, a smooth arm with a healthy, wheat-colored sheen wrapped around his waist like a serpent.
Valentina had half her face buried in the pillow, her thick brown hair loose, but her emerald green eyes held a morning languor and a hint of mischievous smile as she looked up at him, her warm breath brushing against his neck.
Ye Fan's last bit of sleepiness vanished instantly.
"Tsk, South America's passion lives up to its reputation..." He chuckled, then nimbly rolled over, precisely capturing those full, sun-kissed lips, igniting the morning's languor into a burning fighting spirit.
......
It wasn't until late morning, close to ten o'clock, that Ye Fan, feeling refreshed, led the equally radiant Irina and Valentina out of the room and back to the private room on the first floor called "Yanyu Pavilion".
The scene inside the private room was completely different.
Fang Yu, Qin Kun, Qin Fei and the others had already arrived at Yanyu Pavilion. The crisp sound of mahjong tiles clashing replaced the flowing water of the pipa from the previous night.
The air was filled with the faint smell of cigars and the aroma of morning tea.
Fang Yu was drawing cards when he looked up and saw Ye Fan and the other two enter. A mischievous smile immediately appeared on his lips as he called out, "Yo! Our 'Bringing Glory to the Country' heroes are down? How was last night's battle... 'good' or not?"
He deliberately dragged out the tone of the word "行".
Ye Fan smiled calmly and gave an "OK" sign, everything was understood without words.
Qin Kun, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, played a card while winking at Ye Fan, while Qin Fei chuckled to himself.
The eyes of Qin Fei and the others were filled with undisguised envy and admiration when they looked at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan noticed that Wang Congcong and the two girls beside him did not come down.
After exchanging pleasantries, the group moved to the scenic restaurant on the top floor of the resort to enjoy a refined Cantonese morning tea.
The aroma of crystal shrimp dumplings, crab roe siu mai, and braised chicken feet in black bean sauce filled the morning light, replenishing what was consumed the night before.
11:00 AM.
Deep within the mountain resort lies a professional indoor shooting range.
This is the real highlight of the day.
In China, a land with strict gun control, men's inherent desire for metal and gunpowder can usually only be released to a limited extent in water guns or highly controlled professional venues like these.
The shooting range at "Heaven on Earth" is top-notch in both scale and equipment.
The interior was filled with a faint smell of gun oil and gunpowder smoke, cold and hardcore, a stark contrast to the glamorous and warm atmosphere of the club last night.
Fang Yu and Qin Kun were clearly regulars here. They put on their earmuffs and goggles with practiced ease and walked briskly toward their respective familiar target lanes.
Fang Yu picked up a sleek Glock pistol, cocked it, aimed, and fired in one fluid motion, the gunshots steady and rhythmic.
Under the guidance of professional instructors, Ye Fan, Qin Fei, and the others awkwardly put on heavy noise-canceling earmuffs (which instantly blocked out most of the world's sounds) and goggles.