Chapter 2341： I want to see the author

Meg was sitting on an uncomfortable sofa in a not-so-spacious office, looking calmly at Delma who was diligently making tea for him.

It’s this man who published a little H essay about him, oh, no, more than one. He just did a simple survey. Now there are six fan little H essays on the market, three of which are from Yu Delma, the best selling one at the moment is "Boss Mai's Afraid Little Wife".

So McGonagall didn't like him well, and even wanted to give him two big mouths.

Delma made some tea and brought it to McGonagall to put it down. Then he sat down opposite him and said with a smile: "Mr. Padar said earlier about cooperation, can you talk about it in detail?"

"That's it. When I went to the bookstore today, I found that the book published by your publishing house is selling well. I bought a copy and read it and found that the content is also good. It is a good book of excellent quality and reputation. So I found the publisher on the cover of the book, and first talk to you about cooperation and whether you can buy the publishing agency of the Los Empire.” McGonagall smiled and said, “With the strength and channels of our Padar Publishing House, To sell this book, in addition to the agency fees, you can also share five levels of profit."

"This..." Delma's eyes turned sharply, and there is such a good thing!

Two million copper coins are not a small amount of money for Delmar. Although "Boss Mai’s Afraid Little Wife" seems to be selling well at present, it has succeeded in getting out of the circle, but limited by the subject matter, it may be able to sell 100,000 copies. Is the upper limit.

After digging out the various costs, they can earn only two to three million copper coins.

If the God of Wealth can give them two million copper coins, and then open the huge cake of the Loth Empire for him to take a bite, it would be too beautiful.

"Not too small?" McGonagall's mouth curled slightly, but his voice became a bit cold.

"A lot!" Delmar shook her head quickly and said with a smile: "Look, this is not a small cooperation. We still have to discuss it carefully. I just want to give some guidance. You expect this book to be available in the Loth Empire. How many copies did you sell?"

"With the quality of this book, and the popularity of the people, Mr. Mai, it shouldn't be a problem to sell just one million copies." McGonagall said with a curled mouth.

"A million copies!" Delma's eyes lit up. Even if one book earns 30 copper coins, divided by 50%, it is more than 10 million!

"The market in the Lhos Empire is really huge..." Delmar's breathing became a little heavier, which was too tempting for him.

The key is that he can conceal this cooperation without telling the Northwest Lone Wolf that he secretly ate the money, without knowing it, making an extra 10 million.

It’s not that he never thought of doing it himself, but in the publishing industry, books alone are useless. You have channels and relationships, otherwise readers will never have the chance to see your books, let alone sell them.

"Okay, that's it." Delma clapped.

"This matter has not yet been determined." McGonagall took a sip of the tea and raised Erlang's legs.

"Huh?" Delma was stunned, her expression a little nervous and said: "Are there anything you are not satisfied with?"

McGonagall said leisurely: "It's not dissatisfied. This is a big business after all. Taking advantage of my business trip to the City of Chaos, I would like to meet the author of this book and talk to him about the creative mindset and future of this book. Creative plan."

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"Do you want to see the author?" Delmar groaned, her mind turned sharply, and she was a little worried that McGonagall would dig the wall, but she didn't want to get the fat around her mouth so that she would fly away.

"If it's inconvenient, then forget it." McGonagall took the book back to the briefcase, got up and walked towards the door.

Delmar got up with a clumsy smile, and said with a smile on her face: "Why is it inconvenient? Of course it's okay if you want to see the author. I will now find an editor who is responsible for following up the Northwest Lone Wolf and take you to see him. Oh, I will go with you."

McGonagall glanced at him, as if examining his sincerity, then nodded after a while.

Delmar hurriedly went out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. As expected, the popular field of talking about tens of millions of business is different.

"Boss... Isn't that right? The Northwest Lone Wolf never sees other people. Last time you asked me to talk to her about the signing event, she refused to agree. This time you have to take someone to see her, she I definitely won't see it." The editor looked at the boss with a sad expression.

Since she became the editor of the Northwest Lone Wolf, there has been no better day.

But after raising a dog for three years, there will still be feelings, not to mention giving a knife to an author every day. This is the author who she feeds all at once. Can you not protect it?

"This person today, she can't see you, she doesn't have a choice, you can take us there quickly." The boss said with a serious expression, and then moved closer to the editor, lowering his voice and said: "This guest is very important. I will give you a salary increase of one thousand and give you double the year-end bonus."

"Really?" The editor's eyes lit up suddenly.

"When did I lie to you?" Delma said, patted her chest.

The editor finally gritted his teeth and nodded after a battle between heaven and man: "Okay, then I'll take you there, but let's talk about it first. If she doesn't want to see you, you can't force it. She is the author. It's really troublesome. The little emotions are not updated, then I have nothing to do."

Changing is the last stubbornness of an author.

Delma was also a little cautious when he heard that, although the contract was signed, it really couldn't be too much. Currently the publishing house is relying on her to support it.

McGonagall boarded the carriage prepared by Delmar, and the middle-aged woman sitting opposite him had been secretly looking at him.

About ten minutes, the carriage stopped outside a small courtyard southwest of the city.

"That's it." The female editor said, getting out of the carriage first.

McGonagall got out of the carriage, and through the hollow low wall, you could see the layout of the yard. In early spring, a tree in the corner of the yard had already sprouted small pink flowers, and flowers and plants were everywhere in the yard, and they were well taken care of. , After the cold winter, facing the warm wind of early spring, green clothes have emerged.

There is a swing tied to the old locust tree at the other end of the yard, gently drifting with the wind, and there is a rocking chair in the yard. Although there are no people sitting on it, it should be very comfortable to lie on it.

It can be seen that the owner of this yard should be a person who loves life and will enjoy life.

However, this arrangement...seems like a girl's heart is a bit full?

Is this a pervert?

McGonagall frowned.

But thinking of a man, he imagined such a small H text with slow details. It is not a pervert and can't do such a thing.

"Where are people?" McGonagall said.