Trafalgar Square is located in the heart of London, and its modest location and beautiful square architecture make it one of London's most famous attractions.

Ms. Sharman entered the square with her daughter and sighed as she watched the huge flow of people rushing in the direction of the National Gallery.

She's crazy that she's a well-known writer herself, and now she's so daringly come to a book signing for a twelve-year-old boy.

"Mom, let's hurry up, there are so many people."

"Okay, dear."

Sharman had to speed up her pace, her seven-year-old daughter has always had a very low self-esteem, Harry Potter is her only consolation, and she has to fulfill her wishes.

"Mom, can we meet Ryan?" The little girl kept her head down, and her face was still a little gloomy.

"Of course, dear Kate."

"Weishenme Ryan was able to read fluently at the age of four, and he started writing children's science fiction at the age of six, and now I'm seven years old, and I can't even read even the simplest articles, and Harry Potter can only be read to me by you or Dad."

"I'll be fine when you're older." Ms. Sharman looked helpless, knowing that her daughter had dyslexia.

The girl named Kate hung her head, but followed her mother's footsteps towards the National Gallery, and the gloomy look on her face became even more intense.

Weishenme will be like this? She wanted to ask everyone, she went to Ryan's school in London, and the textbooks were exactly the same, Weishenme she was dyslexic, and all the students in Weishenme's school liked to laugh at her? weishenme They all say that they are awkward little girls?

There is already a long queue in front of the historic bookstore next to the National Gallery, but fortunately this is the Kingdom of Great Britain and London, which has a reserve and tradition that they are proud of, and there is no such thing as coming to the queue a day or days in advance.

Shaman's mother and daughter arrived early, and soon lined up in the middle of the line, slowly moving forward with the flow of people.

"Mom, it seems that there is a reporter." She tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes.

"Honey, Ryan is a big star, it's normal to have reporters come over."

"Big star? Is it more famous than Dad? It was difficult for her to understand the specific meaning of the word at her age, so she subconsciously moved the director's father out.

Sharman smiled helplessly, although her husband was an old qualified person and was somewhat famous in the UK, he was ...... compared to that boy

"Hey, ma'am, hello, is this your daughter? I'm a reporter for The Times, can you ask her a few questions? ”

A female reporter came over at this time, and when Sharman saw that it was a regular reporter, not a paparazzi, she didn't stop it, and nodded slightly.

After all, it is good for her character to let her daughter have more contact with people.

Although her personality was awkward, the girl was still a little clever, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, you ask." ”

"Do you like the Harry Potter series?" The reporter asked a somewhat silly question, which seemed to treat the girl as a mentally handicapped child.

"Of course! Every night before I go to bed, I ask my dad or mom to read a paragraph for me. ”

"And which character do you like the most?"

"Miss Jack-of-all-trades, Hermione Granger!" The girl replied very simply, but in her heart she thought, if only I were as smart as she was.

"And do you like Ryan Jenkins?"

"Yes, all of his work Mom and Dad have read for me, and I'll tell you a secret, I'm in Ryan's old school right now." The girl's jaw curled up unconsciously, and it seemed that all those low self-esteem were gone.

The reporter asked Ms. Sharman a few more questions, and walked away satisfied, looking for the next target for the interview.

Eventually, they lined up in the bookstore to find that most of the people in front of them were not just buying Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, but had packed all the books Ryan had published and walked towards the signing table.

"Mommy......" The girl pulled her mother's arm, a look of anticipation in her eyes.

"Okay, dear." Ms. Sharman quickly picked up the books, "Jurassic Park", "Ryan Stories", "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", ......, Zuihou hesitated a little before picking up "Resident Evil", after all, this book is not a children's book.

But seeing her daughter's sparkling eyes, even the inferiority complex and gloom on her face disappeared, smiled, took "Resident Evil" down, and walked towards the payment office.

Sitting behind the signing table, Ryan waved the pen in his hand, and while signing, he felt a little that all businessmen in the world are the same, born to pursue profits.

In this book signing, the publisher actually launched a seven-book package price reduction project, which really boosted the sales of all books, but his workload increased significantly.

However, if you want to gain a lot of money, you have to pay a corresponding price.

You know, "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" just paid him $5 million in advance by the publisher, although it is less than the $10 million when Joanna Rowling released the book in her previous life, but don't forget, it's 1992.

What's more, there will be up to 25% royalty sharing in the future.

Because he was engaged in the entertainment industry in his previous life, Ryan knew a little about book publishing, needless to say domestic publishing houses, when he was reborn, it seemed that no one could exceed 15% of royalties, while the international practice was 15%-20%.

It has to be said that domestic writers are also a group of hard-working people, just like other industries, while various expenditures such as taxes are closer to those of developed countries, their income has not increased significantly.

Looking at the thick stack of books in front of him, the corners of Ryan's mouth twitched, this is a middle-aged couple, they bought a total of 6 sets, a total of forty-two books, in their words, to give one to every relative in the family.

"Xiexie support!" Ryan bowed his head and flicked his wrist away, sending the two men away.

"Rui...... Ryan, hello ......."

A timid girl's voice came from the other side, he looked up, smiled, and reached over his hand, "Hello, xiexie support." ”

The girl opposite Ryan ...... looked a little flinching, and hesitantly shook his hand.

"Don't be nervous, look at me, I'm not the same as you, I have a nose and two eyes, and I'm not a monster in the mouth of the media." Ryan said with a slight smile.

"Mom." The girl smiled too, and the expression on her face brightened.

Ms. Sharman placed the seven books on the table, and Ryan took Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at the top, flipped to the title page, and signed his name on it.

Ryan ...... Can you ...... "The girl seems to be a little nervous and seems to have an inferiority complex," can you write a greeting? ”

"No problem." Ryan gave her an encouraging look.

"Just write ......," the girl scratched her red hair, "yes...... Kate, may you overcome dyslexia and read fluently as soon as possible. ”

"All right, lovely Miss Kate." Without hesitation, Ryan changed his grammar and wrote this sentence in six books.

On the title page of Zuihou's Jurassic Park, Ryan whispered as he wrote, "Kate, although life is always full of unsatisfactory, confidence and a cheerful smile will make you more beautiful."

Then he said, "You know, when I was a child, I encountered more difficult things, but I never got discouraged and never gave up, so keep working hard and you will definitely overcome all the hardships!" ”

"Xiexie you, Ryan!"

Hearing his words, the gloom on the girl's face gradually dissipated, her inferiority complex was a little less, and her smile was a lot more confident.

"Mom, I'll try, I'll work as hard as Ryan."

Looking at their departing backs, Ryan shook his head, and suddenly felt that if he didn't become a star, he could also become a psychiatrist, could it be influenced by Natalie? In her spare time, she always likes to hold a book on psychology to read.

Well, it feels pretty good to help your fans solve a little psychological inferiority, and if you want to become a superstar, you have to have a different side, otherwise it makes no difference to pull one out of Hollywood. Ryan thought as he got busy again.

At the end of a busy four hours, escaping the siege of reporters and paparazzi, Ryan got into the car and headed for the villa.

Leaning on the back seat, he stuck out his tongue, feeling tired like a dead dog, this time he was really tired, much more tired than the previous album signing, he signed out nearly 4,000 books, and the soreness of his wrist alone made him sigh.

There are also those reporters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, and constantly ask him if Harry Potter is English literature, and whether it is because he received a British enlightenment education that he has such outstanding literary and artistic talent.

Ryan really wanted to give them a middle finger, when Lao Tzu was in school in London, he didn't listen to classes at all, how can he talk about British education, you ask this, you are not afraid of provoking a media war on both sides of the Atlantic?

Well, these guys wish this was the case, so that they could attract attention and promote sales, maybe the two sides of the Atlantic used missiles to bombard, which was the most suitable for them, and if this shijie was destroyed, the happiest would definitely be the British paparazzi.

Ryan isn't stupid, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to be used as a gunman.

Back at the villa in Kensington, Ryan finds that Natalie has returned, sitting in the living room reading a book, but the content of the book is a little scary, a book about directing.

"I found it on the bookshelf in your room, and I don't have anything to do anyway, so I'll take it and take a look." Natalie said.

"Why did you come back so soon?" Ryan simply sat down next to her.

"A walk along the River Thames, London is like that, nothing special." Obviously, she didn't have much interest in sightseeing.

"Don't you think that beautiful scenery can cultivate artistic sentiments?" Ryan said with a deliberate pout.

"Come on, Ryan, do you know what art is? Oh, by the way, art is in the service of money and honor. Natalie was still reading.

"Okay, I'll admit it's okay not to be as smart as you." Ryan didn't bother to bother with her, and walked upstairs, "I'll go back to my room to read the script, and I'll be going to Poland in a few days." ”

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