Chapter 15

"I want to advance five million royalties."

"I hope to raise my royalties to 15% of my father's level, after tax, of course..." Tracy asked for a renewal, and Belloc interrupted him.

"It's impossible. In that case, we can't make money at all. We don't know how much money we spent on the cost of distribution and publicity. Unlike your father, he has strong publicity power, and the top management of the company won't agree to your requirements." Belloc made some excited excuses.

"Come on," Tracy scoffed at his statement. "Don't think I don't understand anything."

"Distribution fee? Publicity fee? Hehe. From typesetting to printing, including binding, storage, transportation, etc., your cost only accounts for 20% at most."

"The contract you signed with the agent will give them a 50% or 60% discount. You jointly bear the publicity expenses. How much can you spend?"

"Besides, the publicity expenses in the early stage didn't cost much at all. Let's calculate how much you will earn..."

"Don't talk..." Tracy is familiar with the doorways here. Belloc's cold sweat stopped him directly.

No one is an idiot. Tracy knows it well. His demands never touch the bottom line of the other party.

"I think your finance department will solve the problem of tax perfectly. Now my book is the top seller. You know its value."

"Now it's only issued in the United States. I think you will understand how big the market in the whole world is. Hubble keslin has a strong distribution force in Europe and America. Will you watch me and go to Europe to find a partner again?"

"Don't look at me with that sad look. It's too easy for you to make money. Give the agent a 60% or 70% discount, and you have the confidence to talk." Tracy talked eloquently, ignored the other party's plea, opened this layer of window paper at will, and had to talk to me about money, which hurt her feelings.

"OK... Well, I'll mention your request to the company." Belloc agreed with difficulty, and his psychology went through a fierce struggle.

"Hey, man, don't look like this. We're in the same boat now. You don't have my contract. The boss of the publishing house won't look at you more. Now you have such an important card in hand. You should have confidence and you will be promoted and raised. This is the customer's request, okay?" Tracy calmed down and coaxed.

I'm from Hubble kessley, and Belloc roars in his heart. With a helpless face, he said with a bitter smile: "Tracy, I'm not your agent. I think you can develop in the agent circle."

"Don't be kidding. I don't have the energy to deal with you vampires," Tracy said, rolling her eyes at each other.

Speaking of agents, Tracy really needs to consider candidates in this regard. It's really tiring to always fight by yourself.

Besides, he has many other plans to implement, but he can't run alone.

Who the hell is a vampire? Belloc could not make complaints about the other side, and the other side is now having to follow him, saying, "do you have any other requests?"

"For the time being, the money must be in place quickly. I'll see it in a week. It doesn't matter when you finish the contract." Tracy thought, as if there was nothing missing, shrugged and said.

"Yes. Have a good cooperation."

"Happy cooperation."

Five million seems like a lot, but it's just a royalty of more than one million copies. Looking at the current sales data, it is not difficult to take out the money.

"Wow, how to spend money?" after Belloc left, Tracy, who returned to the dormitory, couldn't suppress his mood and smiled like a fat man of two hundred pounds.

This is understandable. After all, it is a huge amount of money that will actually fall into hands in the past two generations.

With five million in hand, we can set a small goal first. for instance.......

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Two days later.

"Pa"

"Damn it, go to TM, it's him, this bastard." Silva stone is in a terrible mood now, and his face is black from morning to now.

His desk was messy, covered with newspapers and weekly magazines. No accident, it was full of basic information about Tracy.

After Beilock went back that day, he began to disclose all kinds of information. Of course, according to Tracy, the original words were said to the reporter unchanged.

A fake girl's love novel was written by a man, and he was only 18 years old. He was still a top student in science. Is there anything more weird in the world?

The reporters were not calm. The media was about to blow up. The paparazzi were ordered to die and began to take action. The fastest is, of course, local Boston. They have begun to inquire at Harvard.

Who is he? What does he look like? What's his major? His family background has become a hot topic.

"He's a piece of shit," Silva growled angrily at the question in the newspaper.

Undoubtedly, he is the most unlucky of media commentators. Even if everyone is getting lower and worse, Tracy is not so sure whether the other author is a woman or a housewife.

As soon as the report came out, he had a lot of fun and became the focus. Friends around him, at the same time, look at him with different eyes.

I don't know how many waves of people have passed in front of his office. They are whispering about him.

Life is like a year. This word is the best portrayal of him in the office now. Laughing stock, laughing stock of all media, new gossip in the company.

His arrogant published articles angered the author, so cool and refreshing that he won a lot of attention. Unexpectedly, I haven't brought the crown yet. Retribution comes so quickly.

Hey, man, that guy is a man.

Hey, man, you're all wrong.

Hey, man, who the hell are you attacking? He's a man.

"Bullshit man, the woman's wordy mouth, the character of being infatuated with flowers, which can be written by a man. Bullshit, the focus of my article is not here. I'm criticizing novels, I'm educating readers..." Silva walked out in a trance after work, muttering to himself, facing the abusive eyes of his colleagues and clenched his fist, Put your fingers in the meat.

"Click... Click... Click."

Just out of the company building, a vast expanse of flash light whitened his whole face.

A group of reporters swarmed in and squeezed him in the middle. Silva blocked the reporter with one hand and his face with the other.

"I'm a reporter from Newsweek. Now, what do you think of Lt. Li as a man?"

"I'm a reporter from the Los Angeles Times. Now, what does stone want to say about Lt. Li's response?"

"I'm a reporter from Entertainment Weekly. May I ask Mr. stone..."

One question after another, the reporter did not give him reaction time at all, and pushed him back to the building.

"Where did so many reporters come from? Why didn't anyone inform me." Silva roared in his heart. Now he just wanted to go home quickly and didn't want to cause these troubles.

"Security guard... Security guard." Silva shouted. The security guards who wanted to watch the excitement had no choice but to help.

"I'm going home now. If you stop me, I'll call the police." Silva yelled at the security guards as they got a break.

"We have the right to interview..."

"You can't interfere with the freedom of the press..."

"Are you going to avoid our question, Mr. Silva..."

"How do you explain your wrong judgment..."

Silva's anger increased greatly when he was pressed and said angrily, "I didn't explain. Who knows if the other party is a real man."

"How do you say, Mr. Silva, you think the other party is gey?" a reporter's eyes lit up as if he had grasped the key point and immediately explained.

"Who knows, I'm going home. Don't bother me anymore." Silva passed through the crowd with the help of the security guard, ready to pick up the car.

But the reporter didn't let him go: "but the other party said he would give you ten thousand dollars. Do you know why?"

"Yo, there's such a good thing..." Silva said subconsciously, but he felt something was wrong.

"Hahaha..." the whole audience, including some onlookers, suddenly laughed.

"Ten thousand, man."

"Ten thousand dollars, tut tut."

"You are really valuable."

Some of them whistled, others patted their hips without covering up and looked at him cruelly. Silva seemed to notice something and his face turned green.