Now, Yang Xiao didn't know how to explain himself; he obviously couldn't tell the truth, admitting he had brought Yellow Hair and the others for a walk in the Ghost World. He had no choice but to brush it off with a smile, "Zhao, as long as you're happy, that's good."
"What kind of talk is that? The script's a hit; we should all be happy!" Zhao extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his eyes full of satisfaction as he looked at Yang Xiao. "Little Yang, I've thought it over. On top of our original agreement, I'll give you an extra 20% of the net profits. And it's not just for the Fenmen Ghost Shadow script, it applies to any script you write in the future."
"This... how could that be?" Yang Xiao was pleasantly shocked.
Waving his hand, Zhao cut off Yang Xiao's response and signaled for him to let him finish. "Little Yang, you're a talent. Consider it as if you've invested in us. More work, more gain, and that way, you'll put even more heart into writing scripts."