Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 55: Female Editor
This chapter's subtitle: I was born to be a girl
Yuan Yan suddenly laughed, thinking that this was a rather interesting girl. He took a closer look and found that this rather interesting girl was not bad looking. The only flaw of this Brunette was that she was a little short and a little flat.
Brunette refers to a beautiful woman with black hair, skin and eyes, which is the opposite of Blonde, who has fair skin and blue eyes.
He bowed slightly and said, "So, do I, a Chinese, have the honor to know the name of the lady from Athens?"
Brunette smiled and extended her hand generously, "Of course. My name is Helen Brown, nice to meet you. So you are..."
Yuan Yan suddenly thought, this is really a Helen. He shook hands with the other party and said, "Neo, Neo Yuan."
Miss Helen Brown's eyes twinkled, and she blurted out, "Oh, so you are the Chinese guy from Stern College."
Our Master Yuan asked curiously, "So, Miss Brown, you know me... By the way, you are John's female companion!"
He remembered that since Mr. McCall was playing Paris of Troy, his female companion should naturally be Helen of Sparta.
Sparta... Well, Helen from Manhattan nodded and said, "Yes, and we are classmates, but I am a third-year student in the College of Arts and Sciences..."
At this moment, their conversation was interrupted by the waiter behind the bar: "Miss, sir. Your vodka martini."
The two took the large triangular glasses from the waiter, and Yuan Yan turned around and asked, "What are we toasting to? "
"For your novel," said Miss Brown.
This time our Master Yuan was really surprised. He thought to himself that this girl couldn't have read "Fifty Shades of Grey" and "Jerusalem Territory", so it must be another food-themed female novel.
With doubt in his eyes, he clinked his glass lightly with the other person, and each of them took a sip of the cocktail in the glass.
After taking a sip of vodka martini, Yuan Yan suddenly asked, "Ms. Helen Brown, so you have read my novels?"
"Yes. Well, since we are talking about your novel..." Helen from Manhattan suddenly stopped smiling and said in a businesslike manner, "Mr. Yuan, as the assistant to the president of New York University Press, I regret to formally inform you that our New York University Press will not publish your novel nor recommend it to other publishers."
Unfortunately, her "flirting eyes" were like throwing them to a blind man. The author of the rejected novel asked without any surprise: "What's the reason?"
Seeing his reaction, Miss Brown felt a little disappointed, but she still said seriously: "It's unhealthy! Some people commented that your novel is immoral and too anti-Christian."
Well, our Master Yuan had already prepared himself for the rejection of his manuscript, but these two reasons...are not unreasonable. Compared to the standards of 1920, this book was indeed a little unhealthy.
So he said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's your bad news. What's your good news?"
Miss Brown still said very seriously: "Mr. Yuan, as the editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan Women magazine, I am honored to formally invite you to serialize your novel in our magazine. Although our Cosmopolitan Women was just launched in the middle of this year, but..."
Although her book "Cosmopolitan Women " has the same name as the world's best-selling young women's magazine in later generations, it is actually just a personal publication for her own entertainment, similar to "The Conservative".
However, as a literary young woman in the 1920s, Miss Helen Brown really liked Yuan Yanshu's novel.
So she tried to keep a straight face and act like a big magazine editor, saying seriously: "Although our World Women magazine was just launched in the middle of this year, it has a great influence among young women in New York, and its circulation has reached thousands."
Don’t underestimate this “thousands”. Compared with later generations, this circulation is probably equivalent to that of an internal corporate newspaper, but it was incredible in 1920.
Unfortunately, the thousands she mentioned actually meant the total number of these issues…it was still a little short of a thousand or so.
The witch swallowed her saliva and said, "And in terms of remuneration..."
"Master Ball, those B coins were provided by this flat-chested girl?"
"No. The B-coins that certain characters can provide can only be calculated after the host makes a choice and evaluates the impact of your choice on future generations."
"I see. So if you encounter a critical NPC, you can't use the Master Ball to give a result on the spot, right?"
"Yes."
Yuan Yan, who knew what was going on, picked up the toothpick with green olives on it and said calmly, "Okay."
"The remuneration is quite generous! We are going to..." The young female editor-in-chief of the magazine Women of the World, who had been rambling on for a long time, finally came to her senses. "What? What did you say?"
Our Master Yuan bit off a green olive, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it. Then he turned around and said calmly, "Ms. Brown, as the author of this novel, I am happy to formally allow you to publish my novel in that magazine called "Women of the World."
Miss Brown, who had stepped into the role of editor, then asked, "What about the royalties?"
"Money is too vulgar to me !" Yuan Yan waved her hand and said, "Talking about money hurts our relationship."
Our Master Yuan doesn't really despise money, but how much can a small magazine with a circulation of only a few thousand issues pay? Can it compensate for the losses of the Yuan family in the stock market crash at the end of next year? The big money is gone, so why bother about the small money?
Deep down in his heart, he really didn't care about these novels. For a systematic plagiarist like Yuan Yanshu, it didn't matter where he published them. As long as he could publish them as soon as possible and earn B coins, what kind of literary work could he not "write"?
I have to say that Yuan Yanshu, the plagiarist, has a very positive attitude. If he is plagiarizing, he should not act like a great writer. That is too hypocritical.
Unfortunately, Helen in Manhattan didn't know that the second half of the sentence was "mentioning our relationship costs money." She said in disbelief, "Really?! Then I'll give you..."
"Wait! " Our Master Yuan looked Miss Brown up and down with a critical eye, straightened his body and said arrogantly: "I don't care about the remuneration, as long as you agree to one condition of mine..."
