Chapter Seventy-Eight: Fifth Avenue
The same exclamation as the editor-in-chief of Random House.
There is also Keya, who has published works on the website and has thrown himself into the arms of Candlewick Press.
Ever since he was drafted and published by the publishing house, he has been in a state of great excitement.
I don't know how many dreams of becoming a best-selling author and becoming famous all over the United States and even the world.
But the reality of royalty settlement is like a heavy slap in the face, waking up Keya.
He walked out of the wick press with a stumbling step.
Is this the manuscript fee for the work?
Koya looked at the $100 in his hand.
This is the case that the publisher's finances are too lazy to make change, and it is enough to post less than $1?
What kind of face do you have to call yourself a writer in vain?
I walked back to my apartment and opened Amazon's website to take one last look at my work.
But on the sales record, the dazzling "5" is unbearable.
Forget it, forget it, just think it's a dream.
While you are young, return to Texas, become a farmer with peace of mind, and marry a country girl.
Then, like my father, I spent my days dealing with cow dung and farm machinery.
He stood up, slowly collecting the notes and drafts that he once cherished, while recalling the bits and pieces of the literary road.
Koya remembered the website that had given him hope.
He logs in to the website, opens his work, and prepares to click delete.
But his trembling hands can't click.
Look at it again, your own youth, your own literary dreams.
Just when he was secretly sad, a message caught his attention.
"The writing is good, the information is detailed, but what about the story?"
The person who left the message was...
Wang Gradual?
That well-known writer, website owner, Wang Jian?
Has he also paid attention to his own work?
Ke Ya's unwilling heart swelled with hope again.
If there is a well-known writer to guide.
Maybe I'll be able to salvage it myself.
Can...
Will the other party be willing to take care of themselves?
With trembling hands, Keya clicked on Wang Yan's name.
Then, I saw the recently updated "Extreme Heavenly Demon".
Keya thought about it for a moment and decided to leave a message in each chapter of the book in the hope of getting the other person's attention.
And the message, you can't talk nonsense.
Well, read it up.
He calmed down and read "Extreme Heavenly Demon" with full attention.
Hey, Greek mythology too?
Keya picked up his manuscript a little curiously, and left a message seriously while making comparisons.
Belch...
It seems that the setting of the Greek gods is a little wrong.
Ke Ya shook his head suspiciously, thinking that it should be Wang Yan who sacrificed rationality for the sake of storytelling.
As for the possibility that Wang gradually himself was not familiar with Greek mythology, he didn't even dare to think about it.
But abandoning that, this book is just... It's so cool!
Slowly, Koya forgot his original purpose.
The content of "Extreme Heavenly Demon" is more reasonable than "I Am an Archmage", and the coolness is more direct than "Arcane Divine Seat", which is perfectly in line with his state of mind at the moment.
Press Editor, Die;
Amazon, damn it...
In this way, Keya unknowingly swiped the message to the latest update chapter.
And Wang gradually checked the readers' comments at the moment because of his lack of confidence in adapting the original work.
Well, so far, it seems that the adaptation has been quite successful.
There are a lot of comments from readers, and most of them are positive.
Wang gradually nodded with satisfaction.
And then...
"Koya? I think I've seen that name somewhere. ”
He clicked on his profile picture, then laughed dumbly.
This person, back again?
Wang gradually looked at Keya's various questions and thought about it.
I still sent the "Xiaobai Writing Guide Enhanced Edition" to Sarah through the mailbox.
After all, his work has helped him.
"King, Random House is going to have a dinner. Tom pushed open the office door and handed over a beautiful invitation.
"They want to invite all the best-selling authors who have published in the first half of the year. Are you going or not?"
Another dinner party?
When I first crossed over, there was a party every day. The level is a little higher, and there are so many banquets.
Americans are really party creatures!
"You used to work at Random House, did you ever hold such a party?" asked Wang.
"As far as I know, not yet. Tom looked at the king and said with an irritated expression, "Still, I suggest you go." ”
"After all, they have priority for the subsequent release of Arcane Throne. ”
"That's under all equal conditions. Wang gradually said: "I am my own boss, can I give me 100% of the royalties, can they?"
Tom shrugged, "Then we have to sign the reprint agreement and give it up before we can publish it ourselves." ”
Wang gradually picked up the invitation card and shook his head helplessly, "You have to bring a female companion again?"
Tom laughed, "Male companions can too." ”
After Tom left the room.
He hesitated, but dialed Lily's phone anyway.
"King?" Lily's voice of surprise came, "where are you now, I'll look for you." Jean is in boarding school today. ”
Wang gradually thought about whether it was necessary to break this simple "running friend" relationship.
But the choice of female companion, except for Lily, is only Lynne, the crazy woman.
"That's right, I'm going to a banquet tonight. Wang gradually tried to be as concise as possible, "I need a female companion." ”
"Do you wear evening dresses?" Lily hesitated, "I don't have evening dresses." Why don't you look for Lynn?"
"No, no, no. Wang gradually remembered what happened last time, and felt that Lily was obviously more ladylike than Lynn.
"When I was working in the community, I was always taken care of by you. Give you an evening dress and say thank you. ”
"That's too precious. Speaking of Jean's schooling, you've helped a lot. "Lily is still a bit reserved.
"So, now I need your help. Wang gradually didn't bother to excuse himself and postponed going, "Are you in the apartment? I'll pick you up." ”
"Okay, okay. Lily responded.
Half an hour later.
Wang gradually looked at Lily in the passenger seat.
And Lily also peeked at Wang Yan in a suit and leather shoes.
In order to look younger today, she deliberately tied her golden hair into a ponytail, and then wore skinny jeans and white sneakers.
I don't know why, when I saw Wang Yan, I was still a little ashamed of myself.
After all, the boy is now a well-known best-selling author.
If you want money, you have money, and you want to be famous.
And she is just a single mother who is nearly 30 years old.
"Where are we going, King?" asked Lily, a little apprehensive.
"Fifth Avenue, buy you an evening dress. ”
"It doesn't have to be that expensive, you can rent it in a general evening dress shop. Lily clenched her purse and muttered.
But Wang gradually pretended not to hear it, and parked the car directly in the parking lot not far from the gathering place of luxury stores.
Lily watched Wang gradually get out of the car, and reluctantly followed.
But when she saw the signs of Hermes, Chanel, and Louis Vuitton, she was still a little frightened.
It's not that she doesn't have these brands.
Can gloves, glasses, and cosmetics be compared to evening dresses?
That's tens of thousands of dollars!