(This chapter is to thank Lan Louyi for the reward and more, there are so many tips, I'm embarrassed not to add more)

Carl hurriedly rushed out of the editor-in-chief's office, and it was then that he realized how seriously White attached importance to the manuscript. Generally speaking, if you are not a great writer, the editor does not need to meet with the writer. Even when they meet, they are basically about a time and place, sometimes the writer comes to the publishing house to meet, and sometimes the editor in charge goes to the city where the writer lives.

"Hurry, hurry! I'm going to find the author of this book quickly. Carl understood the importance of the matter and immediately started running. He ran rampant down the hallway, nearly knocking the others down.

Now that White asks Carl to go to Alex, it means that the publisher is going to publish the book as an important work of the year.

Carl finally seized this opportunity, so that he would not miss it easily, at least not as indifferent as Andrew.

Along the way, he was thinking about how to talk to Alex and imagining what he would do when he met him.

In the studio of a record label in Chicago, the Carpenter brothers are recording, which they rented from a local Chicago record label to use as a recording studio dedicated to their music recordings. After all, they live too far away from New York to run around every day unless they move to New York.

"Wait a minute," Mark, the music producer outside the soundproof glass, suddenly said through the microphone to the Carpenter brothers inside, "Alex, there's a Mr. Carl looking for you." ”

Mark is the new producer, after all, Rudy's main responsibility is to run the whole company, and he can't be busy with music production all the time. In the past, Rudy didn't have the money to hire people, but now that the company is starting to make money, of course he won't work so hard to do things himself.

"What's the matter? If it's not important, please don't interrupt our recording! "Alex hates this kind of thing very much, and he is most afraid of people interfering when he uses his abilities. He's been using the "trace" ability all along, looking for music fragments in his memory bank.

"Mr. Carr, the editor of Bantan Books, said he was talking to Alex about publishing a book!" Mark had to explain.

Editors of publishing houses? What did he do with Alex?

Everyone was full of doubts, not knowing what was going on. Even Alex has completely forgotten the novels he has written. In fact, it wasn't Alex who sent the manuscript this time, but Angel.

Angel was cleaning her room when she found a novel written by Alex. She saw the address of the publisher that Alex had written down, and sent the manuscript to her.

Confused, Alex had to pause the recording, he talked to Richard and the others about the situation, and then took Carl to another office to talk in detail.

"Hello! I'm Carl, the editor of Bandan Books! Carl stretched out his right hand to Alex, and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "I'm so young, I'm already writing and singing!" ”

"Hello! Mr. Karl! Alex reached out and gently took his hand.

"You wrote this Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, right?" Carl ended up asking a stupid question. On the way, he had imagined countless opening lines, but what he didn't expect was that he was still frightened by Alex's age.

"Yes!" Alex tilted his head and asked, "What, is there a problem?" ”

At the moment of shaking hands, Alex had already copied the information energy from Carl, and he was doing an experiment. I want to know more about the purpose of this puppet's ability. Through this use of ability, he discovered that the puppet can even have the ability to read minds.

Now, for example, Alex can guess what Carl is thinking, or what Carl is going to say or do. It's just that this so-called mind-reading technique is not very practical, and it must be locked on to a certain target, and it must be simulated and deduced in the mental space.

"Well, no....... I mean, our company publishes your book, can you give us an overview of your conditions and the subsequent development of this book?" After Karl finished asking, without waiting for Alex to answer, he immediately introduced some information about Bantan.

Alex listened quietly, without saying a word, and only after the other party had nothing more to say did he say slowly: "You may already know my current situation, and I probably don't have time to write a book at the moment." ”

Carl was a little disappointed when he heard this, he thought that he could use this opportunity to be promoted to the leader of the group, but Alex said that he didn't have time to continue writing, which basically cut off his hope of promotion.

"But......" Alex paused for a moment before adding, "I can only guarantee one book a year, and any more is unlikely." ”

"One is enough, one is enough!" Carl was overjoyed, in his cognition, the author of a book a year was already relatively diligent. But I don't know that Alex is measured by the level of online writers in the future, you must know that those online writers are one or two thousand words a day.

"So ...... royalties," Alex finally said to the point.

Karl immediately handed over the contract that had been prepared, and he said, "It's better to have your parents or a lawyer present, otherwise the contract won't work." ”

Alex looked at the contract with a pretended look, but he didn't know anything about book publishing in this era. Now he doesn't care whether the book can be published or not, he wrote the book just to make money, and now there are better ways to make money, so the book has become dispensable.

Through the copied dolls, Alex can be sure that there are no pitfalls in this contract, so to speak. For a newcomer like him, it's not a bad contract.

"Okay, I'm going to get my parents to sign it right now, and I'll give you permission to publish this Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone." Alex said to Carl after putting down the contract in his hand.

Karl asked, "Can you tell me about the next steps for the book?" If there's an outline, that's best! ”

Alex touched his hair and said, "Well, outline? Not now. ”

"And how many books are you going to write?" Carl still didn't give up.

"This, I want to think about it, there should be seven copies!" Alex said unconfidently, wondering if he would be able to write all seven books.

"Yay! That's great! Carl was finally relieved, there were seven books in total, and that was to write for seven years!

In fact, Alex doesn't plan to write a book a year like Aunt Rowling, he thinks about it at the speed of an online writer. Seven books are only more than 3 million words, and at the speed of online novel authors, they can be completed in more than a year. However, Alex really doesn't have that much free time, so if you halve the speed, it will only take three years.

"By the way, why don't you just copy yourself in the mental space. In this way, you can leave the troublesome work of writing to it, which is much easier. ”

Thinking of this, he hurriedly sent Karl away, and then found a quiet place to lie down.

Close your eyes and sink your mind into the mental space. Soon he was in the hut again, and here it was still the scene of the setting sun.

Inside the hut was a Karl doll, and he had no intention of keeping the doll he had just copied.

With a wave of the hand, the doll is reduced to a wooden doll. This is the method that Alex came up with, and he thinks that it is very energy-consuming to disassemble and erase the doll that has been copied every time.

So he made an initial puppet model, and when he wanted to copy someone, he modified the puppet model. This not only saves effort, but also allows you to model the target puppet quickly. After use, it can be restored to its original state by simply initializing it.

If he had to build a puppet model from scratch every time, it would be exhausting to him.

The model he was going to build this time was not someone else, but himself. In his opinion, as long as this method works, it is equivalent to having a doppelganger of his own.

Under his control, soon the appearance of the puppet changed. An Alex doll is born, and from the outside, this doll is no different from Alex.

"Now there is still a problem, and that is the replication of information energy."

Looking at this robot-like self, Alex knew that this was only half the job. The most important thing is to inject soul energy into this puppet. Or to input information data, to copy information energy or something.

"In the past, it was copied by touching the target, but now I have to touch the puppet?"

But now he is in the spiritual space, and the things in it are all virtual to him, not real. He can't go back to reality and touch himself.

"How can you replicate your own information energy?"

At first, Alex wanted to reach out and touch the spirit doll, but when he got closer, something didn't feel right. At the last moment, he still stopped, and did not touch the spirit puppet.

"Let's try the usual replication method first, and if it doesn't work, then change to another one."

For the sake of safety, he still left the mental space first, touching his right hand with his left hand, and it seemed that it was useless to touch it.

"There is no sense of current, so there is no replication?"

When I returned to the mental space, I saw that the puppet was still stunned and had not been activated at all.

"Forget it, let's fight it! Death is death! ”

Reaching out, he touched the puppet's forehead. Something amazing happened!

"Crackle!"

An electric light flashed between him and the puppet, and the two of them seemed to have the positive and negative electrodes touching together, generating a tremendous electric current.

Alex trembled and was completely uncontrollable. A large amount of electricity bloomed around him, illuminating the entire spiritual space in a white expanse.

It took him a long time before he woke up and found that he had withdrawn from the spiritual space and returned to the realm of reality. I only felt a headache, let alone enter the mental space again to see if the puppets inside were activated.

"What the hell is going on! Ouch, it hurts me. ”

He held his head and cried out in pain. Not only did I have a headache, but I kept a high-frequency sound ringing in my ears, like the sound of an "squeak" of electricity.

It was only after a week that he returned to normal and re-entered the mental space. It was found that the inside was completely destroyed, and the entire hut had collapsed. As for the puppet, it has long been burned black and has lost its value of being used again.