Chapter 2348： It's really a good funeral scene

This is the second time Delmar has seen Cynthia. Just this morning, this crazy woman had just given his big baby a crit.

However, the negotiation process was much easier than he thought. It was just a simple negotiation, and most of his requirements were met for convenience, including re-signing the contract, extending the authorization time, and submitting the paper again after ten days.

"Will it be a little easier?" Delma asked when he returned to the carriage, looking at the editor sitting opposite with a little disbelief.

"She has always been this temperament and doesn't care much about anything." The female editor said cautiously.

"Great!" Delma clapped his hands, laughed and hugged the female editor, and said boldly: "From today, you are the editor-in-chief, and I will give you personnel transfer when I go back. The salary will start to turn next month. Times."

"Thank you, boss." The female editor flushed with excitement, but she didn't expect that the edge of her dismissal turned out to be a promotion and salary increase.

Delmar closed his eyes and began to figure out the details of signing tomorrow.

Although he had just reached a verbal agreement with Cynthia, her book was still in his hands after all. She wanted to make money, so she had to be obedient.

Cyril has already promised the guarantor, and the follow-up of the work is also guaranteed. This business is considered complete.

……

Mag met Cynthia at the small hotel. She packed up her things and ran to the small hotel to stay.

"I have done what you said." Cynthia looked at McGonagall and said, her eyes slightly evasive and her face flushed.

It’s the first time to get along with Boss Mai in a small room. It’s really heartbeat.

Insert an app: A perfect re-engraving of the old version of the book-chasing artifact, an app that can change the source.

Meg nodded slightly and said: "Very well, when I need you, I will come to you. You'd better pretend to go out in these two days, don't let people recognize you, don't let people find you."

"Okay." Cynthia replied softly, looking at McGonagall who was about to leave, tangled and hesitated for a while, still couldn't help gritting her teeth: "Boss Mai, after this matter is over, I can still go to the Maimi restaurant. Eat?"

"This matter didn't end so soon." McGonagall glanced at her, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and he turned and left without looking back.

Cynthia stood blankly on the spot, thinking for a long time, but still did not understand the meaning of McGonagall’s words.

"Does it... Boss Mai wants to use this as a threat to let me...let me be his Xiaoxin? A small hotel, nobody knows, can't go out... Isn't this imprisoning paly?!"

……

McGonagall didn’t know that Nizi’s little brain would make up so many things, he only thought about tomorrow at this time, some people should have a headache for bankruptcy.

He is not very good at things like business wars, but after all, he still has family ancestry. Just picking up some little tricks that the old men used to brag after dinner can play these guys to death.

"Boss, how's it going? The rumors outside are getting more and more excessive, should we explain it?" Yabeimia and the others came to the restaurant early this morning and saw McGonagall coming back from the outside. Looked at him and asked.

"It's okay, it's a trivial matter. I have contacted the author of this book. She also promised to write a letter of apology to help clarify everything." McGonagall smiled relaxedly.

"Have you seen the author Northwest Lone Wolf? Is it a girl or a man?"

"Are you a regular customer in the restaurant? Must be a girl? Xiaoxin?"

"Is it beautiful? Or handsome?"

The girls came in abundance, but this focus made McGonagall a bit speechless.

"I said, what are you so interested in an author." McGonagall rolled his eyes, "I'm a man, a man in his forties."

"Wow! How could this happen! Disillusioned and disillusioned."

"Unexpectedly, the man who wrote such a delicate article turned out to be a big man, not a pretty lady."

The girls were disappointed and immediately lost their interest.

"But boss, now I admire your charm even more. What kind of charm is it that can make a forty-year-old man with a foot-scraper write such a delicate novel, it is really jaw-dropping." Angela looked strange. Looked at McGonagall and said.

McGonagall squinted her, not wanting to bother with his obscure question.

"The author of the novel speaks out, this matter should be calmed down. Those who spread the rumors are really too much, just want our restaurant to get into a scandal, and then lose." Yabeimia angrily said.

"Even if you get into a scandal, the leaving guests won't be able to reach them." McGonagall smiled and shook his head, then turned to the kitchen to prepare for the evening business.

"Phyllis, come here and I will teach you to knead the dough." McGonagall yelled from the kitchen.

"Come!" Felice rushed into the kitchen like the wind, with excitement written on her small face, she was finally qualified to unlock new skills.

……

At ten o’clock the next morning, McGonagall took Irina’s disguised secretary and met Cyril at Delmar Publishing House as expected.

Irina took out the contract and asked Delmar and Cyril to confirm again.

Delma hastily scanned the contract and checked the amount to confirm that the contract was correct.

Cyril didn't even bother to read it. He looked directly at McGonagall and asked, "Are you going to print a million copies?"

McGonagall glanced at him, the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, showing a little smile, and nodded: "Yes."

"Okay, then you have to sell well, and strive to sell them all, so that the story of this scumbag can be spread across the continent of Nolan." Cyril's smile became more and more proud.

"This is a literary work." McGonagall said flatly.

On the side, Delmar was afraid that Cyril would provoke McGonagall, and quickly took over: "Yes, this is an excellent literary work, Mr. Lev, we have checked this contract and there is no problem. Let's sign it directly."

"Okay." McGonagall nodded, Irina had already handed a pen, he signed the name on the contract, and pressed her fingerprint.

Delma and the guarantor Cyril also learned to press their fingerprints.

"The contract is in triplicate, and we keep one for each." McGonagall put away a contract and snapped his fingers.

Irina took out a silver ticket and handed it to him.

"This is a five-million-coin silver ticket, the first authorization fee." McGonagall pushed the silver ticket in front of Delmar, got up and stretched out his right hand, "Happy cooperation, Mr. Delmar."

"Happy cooperation, Mr. Lev." Delma shook hands with McGonagall with a big smile, then took the banknote and checked it carefully, filled out a receipt and handed it to McGonagall.

Cyril looked a little eagerly, five million copper coins were so easy to get, this is really a good business.

McGonagall took Irina to leave, and it just happened to be windy when going out, the branches of the willows were swaying and the catkins were flying.

"Really a good funeral scene." McGonagall grinned, coldly.