However, when he asked that question, everyone present unanimously turned their gaze toward Chu Tian. They all appeared very curious; even the two newcors were no exception.
Chu Tian was also taken aback by his question, but it did give him a lot to think about.
Currently, their funds were too limited. Movies required considerable investnt, and more importantly, the company lacked a suitable director.
He glanced at Wei Chuan, and an idea ford in his mind. The first thing he thought of was definitely "Candle in the Tomb."
If they started now, with careful preparation and adaptation, it would take at least half a year. By then, the funding would probably be sufficient. It seems feasible.
"Speaking of movies, I do have an idea. Our company owns quite a few copyrights, and I’m actually planning to launch a series next year."
Upon hearing about a series, Wei Chuan’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t fild a series yet, had he?
"What kind of series is it? Can you talk about it?"
Seeing how invested Wei Chuan was, Chu Tian then understood why Wei Liangxiao had asked that question earlier. He felt secretly pleased. He hadn’t even been fishing, yet the fish had co to him on its own.
He didn’t hold back and said openly, "There’s nothing that can’t be shared. It’s actually adapted from a novel, ’Candle in the Tomb’—I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it. It’s a fantasy adventure novel about tomb robbing."
"Candle in the Tomb?!"
"Is it that ’Candle in the Tomb’ that’s been popular on the novel websites for a long ti?!"
"Is the author the great Nanng? Is that the book?"
Chu Tian hadn’t expected that anyone had actually heard of it, and they seed quite familiar with it too. So, he nodded with a smile.
"Yes, that’s the one. Have you read it?"
The one who spoke was Xiang Lin. He looked a little embarrassed as he glanced around, especially at Lu Yongxin, before saying, "Yes, I loved reading novels back in college, and I continued to read frequently after graduation. I’ve read this book before.
"It’s really well-written. I even fantasized about it being turned into a film; I can’t believe you bought the rights."
Everyone’s attention focused on the conversation between the two. Only Hou Yichuan, surreptitiously examining Chu Tian’s profile, seed lost in thought.
Young? Nanng? A song? A novel?
Both the nas and the thods were too familiar; it was impossible for him not to overthink.
Of course, apart from Hou Yichuan, everyone else’s curiosity was piqued.
Especially Wei Chuan.
"Wait a minute, is this novel very famous?"
"Yes, Director Wei, it’s very famous—it’s a likely candidate for Rookie of the Year. This book could be said to have beco a sensation."
"By now, the number of legitimate fans should be approaching five million, right?"
He wasn’t wrong; it really had beco a sensation. It wasn’t just popular on novel websites; fans were also producing content for audiobooks, radio dramas, comics, and more.
Professional companies also purchased the rights to package and produce it.
Even on short-video platforms, many bloggers created this type of content—without authorization, of course.
However, this so-called ’sensation’ had its limits. Aside from Xiang Lin, who was still relatively young, the others present were sowhat older.
Moreover, they were busy with work and had less exposure to such things in their daily lives, so naturally, they hadn’t heard of it.
If you told them how popular it was, they’d have no concept of it. But ntioning that fan numbers had broken five million—that was a different story. Five million fans in less than a year, perhaps even less than six months.
With such significant popularity and a large fanbase, as long as the content wasn’t too bad, adapting it into a movie would inherently generate a lot of buzz.
Just then, Chu Tian added, "Not only that, but the physical book has already sold nearly seven hundred thousand copies."
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked.
This wasn’t just so online novel; this was a physical, printed book. Selling seven hundred thousand copies was considered a massive success.
Even renowned traditional authors rarely achieved this, especially in an era dominated by smartphone users.
In an age where fragnted attention and a fast-paced lifestyle consud people’s every mont, selling this many copies was a testant to the novel’s excellence.
Wei Chuan could no longer sit still. His interest clearly piqued, he said, "Tell about it. What’s it about? I want to get a better understanding and see if it’s suitable for a film adaptation."
He hadn’t had a breakthrough in years and had been coasting on past achievents. He urgently needed to break this pattern, or all his years of effort might stagnate.
His last two attempts had failed. Could this be his chance?
Seeing everyone’s gaze turn to him, Chu Tian felt a bit awkward. The novel’s world was so vast, its plot so dramatic, and its content so fantastically beautiful—how could he possibly explain it all verbally in a short ti?
However, with everyone so curious, he could only briefly explain.
"It’s hard to explain the book’s content in just a mont. Let give you a brief overview. You can all search for it online later for more details."
"The story begins in that era, with a man nad Hu Bayi..."
"The Mojin Commandants... their ’Index Finger’..."
"As the saying goes: ’A human lights the candle, the ghost extinguishes it; if the rooster crows and the fla dies—do not rob the tomb...’"
As he spoke, a dreamlike, fantastical, yet simultaneously real and illusory world of tomb robbing slowly unfolded.
Even Xiang Lin, who had read it once before, was captivated by his telling.
It wasn’t that Chu Tian’s delivery was particularly skilled, but the story itself was so interesting and magical that even hearing it again felt fresh and new.
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