"So, Eric, can you leave this book to my publisher to run it?" said Michael Krauss, without hiding his intentions.

Eric looked at the black girl who had finished printing and was binding, and then said to Michael Krauss, "I'm sorry, Michael, and I appreciate your approval, but you know, I want to try my luck at some of the larger publishers." Just like every parent wants their child to be admitted to an Ivy League school, right?"

Michael's expression did not show the slightest displeasure of being dismissed, and he smiled: "Eric, do you have a good understanding of those large publishing houses, maybe, we can find a place to talk, I know that there is a café not far away, I have a treat, how about it?"

Eric took the black girl's bound manuscript, packed the first draft into his bag, and directly refused: "I'm sorry, Michael, I'm going to be late for work, if the manuscript is rejected by those publishers in the future, I will contact you." ”

With that, Eric walked out of the printing shop with his backpack and started the car and drove towards the Italian restaurant. Michael, who was in the printing shop, hesitated only slightly, and immediately rushed out of the store and drove along. He had a gut feeling that if he missed this opportunity, then he might regret it for the rest of his life. This instinct is for the name of the book, and the seven points are indeed aimed at the young man Eric.

Although he only read the first half of the book, Michael was surprised to find that Eric not only incorporated many high-tech factors such as genetic engineering, chaos theory, and nanotechnology that his age may not have heard of, but also did not lose any fun, and the plot twists and turns were fascinating.

It's not that he hasn't seen many examples of high-tech being incorporated, but most of them are very jerky, and even some of them are written alive as popular science books, which is obviously not pleasing to all types of readers.

Eric pulled up to the parking lot and turned to find a black sedan parked not far away, with Michael Kraus getting out of the car, apparently following him. This satisfied the vanity in Eric's heart a little, and unconsciously had a little affection for Michael.

"Hey, Eric. Michael waved his hand at Eric, and was about to continue, when Eric pointed to his watch and said, "Well, Michael, you see, it's almost nine o'clock." I'm working as a waiter at this Italian restaurant, so maybe you don't mind ordering another breakfast, and the restaurant is quiet until 10 o'clock, with an hour to spare. ”

Michael nodded knowingly and followed Eric into the dining room.

Eric changed his clothes and came out, and Michael was already sitting in the window seat with a breakfast in front of him, which had already eaten.

"I've explained it to Mr. Jeff, but you need to hurry. Eric sat down across from Michael and smiled, "I'm young, but I'm not so easily persuaded. ”

Michael smiled: "I believe that after listening to my explanation, you will definitely hand over that book to me to operate." As I said, you may not know about the big publishing houses, but I just happened to spend 11 years at Simon Schuster, starting as a basic review editor, and left because the competition manager failed to start the Night Elf Press. ”

"Does this have anything to do with what we're going to talk about now?" In his previous life, as a loser, Eric was most afraid of others telling him about his struggle, so he couldn't help but interject.

"Don't worry, young man, I'm just saying this to let you know that what I'm saying next is true. You know, when I first started as a review editor, I had to review tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of words every day? Although inside...... Well, there are a lot of bad manuscripts, but there are also a lot of manuscripts that have accumulated publication value. At its peak, there were 2,000 titles published a year, so you can imagine how many promotional and marketing resources you can get from these thousands of publications even if you are a newcomer?"

After Michael's words, he paused to take a sip of water, giving Eric some time to think. Eric agreed with Michael's words in his heart, but didn't say anything, just motioned for Michael to continue with his eyes.

Michael raised his hand slightly, as if he was giving a speech, and said, "Although my publishing house is small, I have a lot of experience in book publishing and marketing. Moreover, in the past few years, my publishing house has mainly done science fiction, adventure, thriller and other publications, although it only publishes more than ten books a year, but it has already gained a certain reputation in the industry. You will leave it to me, and in the next period of time, I promise to use all the resources at my disposal to publish this book, and in the shortest possible time, to make the book famous. And in my experience, with all my might, this book is likely to make it to the bestseller list. ”

Michael revealed all his hole cards and waited quietly for Eric's decision.

Eric was a little absent-minded about Michael's rhetoric, how much power can a small or micro publishing house have even if all the resources are available?

He is already a middle-aged uncle in his bones, and in the complicated circle of his previous life, he has seen all kinds of strange pigs running around the world. Of course, he will not change his original intention because of Michael Krauss's very seductive words, like a hot-blooded young man. However, Michael's sentence actually pierced Eric's heart: fame in the shortest possible time.

No matter what the era, fame is an intangible but useful resource. Eric's biggest weakness now is his age, and a young man naturally feels hard to trust.

But if there is enough fame, this shortcoming will be well masked. An eighteen-year-old high school student who is a director makes a movie, then everyone will accuse him of messing around, and he doesn't know how high the sky is. And if an eighteen-year-old genius writer makes a movie, the result will definitely be different, and there will definitely be criticism, but more people will definitely say: Oh, what is that genius kid doing again.

Eric said tentatively: "I have to say, Michael, I am indeed a little impressed by your conditions. However, these are all your words, and I don't know anything about your publishing house. ”

"That's a good testament," says Michael, unhurriedly, "and on the recent New York Times bestseller list, there happened to be a book by my publisher on the list, and although it was only the last place, the book had already been purchased by Twentieth Century Fox and was probably made into a film in the next few years." ”

Eric believed Michael's words, and there was no need for him to lie about such an easily debunkable thing, and said, "So, how about we take the time to talk about a specific cooperation?"

Michael was stunned and said, "You...... You agreed?"

"Yes," Eric nodded and smiled, "Honestly, I can't wait to see my book made into a book." ”

"So, how about tonight, I think you might need work right now. Michael gestured to the growing number of customers in the restaurant.

After agreeing on a meeting place, Michael left the restaurant satisfied.

"Eric, what did you just talk to that guy about, and you seem happy now?" asked Jeff, who was a little curious as he was just talking about discussing something with his friend.

Eric handed the menu he had just ordered to his kitchen colleague, and then said to Jeff, who was a guest waiter, "Good news, Jeff, that guy is the owner of a publishing house, and I'm going to publish mine soon." ”

Jeff was a little messy, and a little suspicious: "Didn't you still say yesterday that you were writing a script, why did you rewrite it again, did you give up your directing ideals so quickly and plan to become a writer?"

"Of course not, my goal won't change at will. Being a director and writing aren't in conflict, are they? By the way, mine is in my backpack in the changing room, Jeff, you can go and see it and give me some advice or something. ”

Jeff turned around and walked to the changing room with doubts, he thought that Eric was just a short story of a few thousand words, when he saw the thick stack of manuscripts, Jeff's eyes almost popped out, this must be more than 100,000 words, he has never written so many words in his life.

Spent the busiest meal at noon and had a little leisure. The staff at the restaurant realized that it seemed that the owner had disappeared for several hours in a row. This is a very rare thing for the fat man who likes to wander around and show that he has a sense of zài.

While the employees were debating whether to look for their boss, Jeff got out of the changing room, patted Eric on the shoulder, and said, "That's good, I'm sure of one thing now, you'll be quitting soon." With that, Jeff left the old god on the ground.

As soon as the boss disappeared, a group of people gathered around and asked Eric what had happened.

So throughout the afternoon, waiters and even kitchen staff took the time to go into the changing room and take turns reading Eric's manuscripts. Even when she got off work, a beautiful waitress in the restaurant asked coquettishly if she could take the manuscript home to read.

Although the pretty girl's glaring eyes made Eric a little distracted, Eric could only politely refuse such a request. Although the few copies he copied were no longer useful, and it was nothing to lend to her, after all, they had not been published, and he did not want anything to happen before this. There is no such thing as appropriating other people's works for himself, and he has experienced this kind of thing in his previous life.