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"Ann, I'm sorry, they dismissed our appeal." Chris looked at Xu An helplessly.

No matter what the reason, Xu An's intentional wounding is undoubted, there are so many witnesses at the scene, and Andrew's injuries are real, although Xu An has one reason or another, but the most important evidence he has lost, and it is impossible to change his charges.

The difference is only the severity of the sentence, fines, detention, probation, bail, nothing more than so many results, and even if Xu An has a better attitude, sincerely admits his mistakes, apologizes, and adds fuel and vinegar to talk about the framing and anger he has received to win the sympathy of the jury, it is not impossible to finally sentence the community to labor.

It's a pity that he chose to send himself to prison.

Although he had expected this result, Xu An's heart still sank, this feeling was too bad, "It's me who should say I'm sorry, if it weren't for my stubbornness, maybe the result wouldn't be like this, it was I who let you represent a failed case, which made Catherine sad." ”

"No, no, no, while you're right, I must say that your stubbornness reminds me of your grandfather, Garfield, the lovely, stubborn old man, whom I haven't seen in a long time." Chris laughed.

Xu An didn't know much about the story of Chris and his grandfather, and only thought that Chris was comforting himself, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "Okay, how is Catherine?" ”

"She's fine, she and your father asked me to tell you, take care of yourself, and I'll come to see you on the next prison visit!"

Xu An smiled slightly, and his mood relaxed a lot, "Chris, tell them that I'm fine, and I'll call them when the wind is out, okay?" ”

"Ha, of course you're good, aren't you?" Chris laughed.

Back in the cell, Brian was sleeping, and after hearing the voice, he raised his head and glanced at Xu An, and said in a daze: "Hey, man, it looks like your appeal has failed?" It's not very common! ”

Brian himself annoyed the judge because of his repeated violations of the law and his improper attitude at trial, so much so that the record company failed to get him a suspended sentence or bail.

And Xu An probably made the judge think that he needed to accept sufficient punishment because of his hardline attitude of refusing to admit his mistakes in court.

Xu An was in no mood to speak, he sat heavily on the bed, leaning against the wall and looking at Brian.

At the same time, he remembered some information about Brian in his mind, the famous bad boy, big mistakes and small mistakes are constant, other singers are likely to make entertainment headlines if they make mistakes, for him maybe reporters are too lazy to deal with him, so unruly that even his agent and record company sometimes want to strangle him, but always reluctant.

He has a God-given voice, unparalleled singing skills, and top popularity among the young crowd.

Suddenly, Xu An thought of a serious question, this bad boy is addicted to drugs, or is he gay, will he have AIDS?!

People may not discriminate against homosexuals, but no one wants to be close to a guy who has contracted AIDS because of homosexuality and drugs! Thinking of this, Xu An shrank back and said, "From now on, we will be half of us in this room, you can't cross the line, you can't come to my territory, understand?" If you don't, I'll let you taste my fist, I promise! ”

“WHAT？” Brian looked at Xu An inexplicably, a little confused, "WHY? Just because I like to talk? ”

"There's no reason, but you have to do it, every cell should have a head, everyone else can only listen to him, I'm the head in this cell, do you understand?!" Xu An said without refusal.

Brian stood up with an incredulous look on his face and shouted at Xu An, "Hey, what's wrong with your ******?" Are you the leader? Damn it! I ......"

He was shouting indignantly, and suddenly he felt a figure flash in front of him, and a fist appeared in front of his nose with the sound of the wind, and he was greeted by Xu An's irritable and serious face, he was sure that if he said one more word, this fist would definitely hit his nose!

Brian swallowed and lay back down, but he only dared to curse silently in his heart, and at the same time his mood became irritable, and he felt the urge to immediately change cells with the prison guards at the thought that the two of them might have to stay together for eight months.

This unreasonable neurosis!

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Less than a day after "Lovely Bones" hit the shelves, sales were booming, and many bookstores were snapped up in a short period of time, because Boulder Random shortened the shelving process in order to capture the topical effect of Lance, so that the printing company rushed to work overnight, but the stock of the book was still not much.

The phone of Boulder Random Company to urge the goods rang non-stop, and the company's senior management had already begun to plan a celebration party, but the employees below were very busy.

At the same time, some reporters were moved.

The author of such a popular bestseller shouldn't be obscure, should he?

Wouldn't that make the media and journalists too incompetent?

Soon, a reporter got Lance's contact information from the internal staff of Boulder Random House, and began to call or visit, unlike the victims of the homicide who interviewed in the early stage, this time Lance appeared in front of the media as a bestseller agent, and at the same time, they had to go through Lance to get the author's contact information.

It's best to have a face-to-face interview, and an exclusive interview is even better!

The original intention of writing this novel, the author's life experience, mental journey, etc., these things are what readers want to see, and it is best for the author himself to have some selling points, tragic experiences, inspirational stories, the more the better.

Lance is easy to find, and willing to be interviewed, the first person to come to the door is none other than the New York Times, the media giant's nose is very sensitive, when the editor-in-chief saw the bookstore queuing up to buy it, he immediately arranged an interview, they didn't even need to get contact information from Boulder Langdon, and directly visited Lance through the interview record at the time of the murder.

It's impossible to send a new person to a seasoned journalist, and in the United States, almost every bestseller is a big topic, and if it's the top of the bestseller list, it can extend countless news.

"Hello Mr. Lance, it's a pleasure for you to be interviewed by me." Marshall took a voice recorder and looked at the cold but clean room, feeling a little emotional in his heart, but he didn't show it, he smiled and looked at Lance on the sofa opposite, and made his own request: "Can you give me the right to interview?" ”

"I can't." Lance refused without hesitation.

"Better layout, bigger section?" Marshall seduced.

“NO！”

Marshall no longer wanted extravagance, which was unlikely, and the interview was not conducive to the sale of new books.

"Then Mr. Lance, let's move on......"

At the beginning of the interview, Marshall asked some simple questions, such as why Lance chose to be the agent, and why he wanted to be the agent of the author of the book, just to set the mood, these things Lance said a lot in the interview some time ago.

After asking a few of these unnew questions, Marshall found that Lance had been expressionless and seemed to be in a bad mood, so he didn't think much about it and was ready to get to the point: "Lance, I noticed that the author of this book is named Xu An, is this the author's real name or pen name?" ”

"My real name." Lance was in a bad mood because of Xu An's detention, and he didn't want to say a word, and he wouldn't even want to give this interview if it wasn't for the book's sales.

Marshall also noticed Lance's mood, but he didn't know why, in his opinion, the new book sales are booming, and Lance's commission as an agent must not be less, and he should be happy, but the current situation is obviously wrong, Lance is annoyed that the commission ratio is too small?

"So the author is Asian?"

Lance spread his hands and didn't speak.

Marshall looked at Lance in a daze, and also spread his hands, what does this mean? Yes or no?

Given Lance's cold and uncooperative attitude, Marshall went straight to the point, saying, "Can I interview the author himself?" ”

"Can't!"

"Okay......" Marshall is helpless, many authors are reluctant to face the media, this is normal, the role of the agent is also reflected in this regard, Lance said that he can't interview, he is not disappointed, it's a big deal to find a way to get the identity of the author, try your luck in person, it doesn't hurt to fail, "Can you tell me about the identity of the author?" ”

"Can't!"

Lance still stubbornly refused, but Marshall still said to himself: "Age, gender, height preferences, it's better to talk about his life experience, and personal preferences, readers like to read this." ”

Lance frowned and emphatically said, "I said, I can't tell you this!" ”

"What?" Marshall's eyes widened, "Can't tell me?" ”

"That's right!"