Chapter 13

November 1st, Los Angeles.

Early in the morning, old Ford opened the store door, took out the propaganda pictorial of "Fifty shadows: key. Teaching" and pasted it on the exhibition shelf. Then he went to tidy up the bookshelf and make records.

"It's so impulsive. He took 50 copies at once and didn't know how to sell them." old Ford sighed secretly. He regretted that he took 50 copies of fifty shadows: key. Teaching in one breath.

He likes this book very much. At first, he didn't read it, but the more he looked down, the deeper he got into it. This book has a magic power, which can remind people who are deeply buried in the bottom of their heart.

Especially for the old Ford, who has entered the old age at the age of 55. Fifty shadows reminded him of his silence for many years. He felt as if he was twenty years younger. That night, the strong wind came to his wife Irene.

Old Ford, who paralyzed his wife in bed, was still not enjoying himself. He thought of all kinds of props in the book and wanted to try. The devil in his heart told him that he should spend hundreds of dollars to find a chick, but he finally gave up. He was an honest man.

He really likes it. He often fantasizes himself as the male owner gray. He is rich, handsome, young and domineering. Countless times a night... But fantasy is fantasy after all. He has to go back to reality. He is always the old man who supports his family by relying on a small bookstore.

Fifty books are too stressful. For example, the best-selling novel "Lovely Bones" this year, he only took 20 for the first time.

"Ding Dong... Ding Dong..."

Just as he was thinking, the welcome bell rang at the door, and two white young people came in with shoulder to shoulder.

"Welcome." old Ford greeted him. He was the only one who greeted the small facade of more than 50 square meters.

"Hey, boss, I heard that fifty shadows are on the market today. Do you have them here?" the taller white youth asked Old Ford with a wink.

"Yes, yes. It's $26.80 a copy. Wait a minute." old Ford smiled happily. He was still worried just now. He didn't expect business to come so soon.

"Wait a minute, boss." the tall white young man asked the curly haired young man around him, "that bastard Bailey, let me bring him two copies, and Cassie, too. I actually want three copies. I don't have so much cash. Lend me a hundred dollars first."

"Damn it, Locke asked me to bring him five copies, and I'll lend you the money, and I won't have it." the curly haired youth said angrily, cursing at the friend named Locke.

Six plus six equals twelve. Old Ford listened to them and counted silently... It doesn't seem so bad.

"Hey, boss, do you have 50 shadows here." at this time, three girls came in.

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This scene is shown in bookstores in major cities at the same time, which also depends on Tracy's Internet virus diffusion model. Well known bloggers become water soldiers to lead netizens, netizens become tap water, and tap water invades the earth.

Have you seen fifty shadows? Then you must have heard of it. At least you have an impression.

It would be better to give Tracy more publicity, but he can't wait. He's too short of money. This wave is just the beginning, and the next one will focus on bombing.

"Grandma, don't worry, I'll take care of myself. I'm an adult now... I'm not short of money. Really, the card you gave me hasn't been used. I can make money directly long ago."

"... I will treat myself well today. Don't worry, I have many friends to celebrate for me..."

"Grandma, the adult gift should be from the father to the son, not from you and grandpa to the grandson... Who knows where he died. When he comes back, you let Grandpa take the cane to clean him up..."

"Well, grandma, I'm contacting you on the 11th. You should learn to surf the Internet. I can send you photos... Take care of your health. Bye." Tracy hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Today is exactly his birthday on his ID card. His real birthday is on the 11th.

Tracy felt warm about her grandparents' concern. After all, it was a feeling she had never felt in the previous life. It was really good.

"Hi, Morgan baby, did you receive my gift?" after a while, Tracy called Morgan.

"I got it, master." Morgan's little face flushed, his expression was excited, and his lips trembled. "You're gray, I'm Anna, aren't you?"

Obviously, Morgan had read the novel. The plot in the novel coincided with the scene at that time, which excited her heart for a long time.

"Well, you can also think so." Tracy is a little tangled and smashed his mouth. What he asked is not this, but another small gift, Cartier platinum heart-shaped necklace with broken diamonds, which cost him more than 10000 dollars. Now he has not enough money, but he has made a lot of money.

"Do you like that necklace?"

"I like it very much, but I prefer this book. I will cherish it all my life..."

"Well, honey, you should take care of your body and don't deliberately lose weight. You are in good shape. I don't like flat type... That's it. I miss you very much... I'll surprise you for two months at most. Bye." the other party seems to have no breath. With obvious * * * * *, he attacked his ears and nerves. If you don't hang up, I'm afraid you'll have to solve it.

"It's really going to kill me, how good it is." Tracy sighed. Since he developed his body, he has been burning a fire in his heart. He can only go to the health room to consume his energy to eliminate it.

No way. You can't go into a bar until you're 21. Cameron's party can go, but please all rich ladies of the sisterhood. He doesn't see any of them. The main thing is that they are afraid of cross infection. They really play too disorderly. Similarly, it's even more impossible to go out and look for it.

It seems that we can only eat less protein, Tracy thought, stretching. He picked up his cell phone and sent a text message to Natalie.

As soon as the text message was sent out, the phone rang.

"Hey, boy, can't you call when you have something?" as soon as I answered the phone, I heard Natalie's roar. Tracy could only shake her head and smile bitterly.

"Also, can you stop texting me at night? I may be resting or reading the script." Natalie is really tired of texting Tracy when he has nothing to do. She really wants to crush him.

"Well, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean it, just out of concern... It won't be like this in the future." Tracy said bluntly, with a depressed tone. He was really bored.

Silence, the other party didn't make a voice, Tracy didn't speak either. After two or three minutes, Tracy couldn't help but say, "what's wrong with you..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't say that about you. I've been in a bad mood recently..." Natalie mused, with a sense of fatigue in her tone. Well, it may be that the filming has been too bad recently, and there's no place to be angry.

"You're the best, believe it recently. You don't have many parts, it can't beat you......" Tracy opened a long speech.

At the same time, Belloc was sitting in his office. From time to time, someone came in and sent him the latest data of 50 shadows.

It broke 3000 in the morning, 5000 at 2:00 p.m. and 50000 at 5:00 p.m. now it's 14956 just over an hour ago.

His hands trembled with these data, his face flushed with excitement, and his chest seemed to hold a breath, eager to roar out.

It's too scary. It just broke ten thousand on the first day. What about after that? He thought of that. The handsome guy shouted at him on the negotiation table: "I'm Tracy, genius Tracy. You'll remember me later."