Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 80 Buyout Fee
Subtitle of this chapter: Is money the measure of everything?
Our Master Yuan was so tired that he went home and fell asleep immediately until someone knocked on the door and woke him up.
He put on his nightgown, opened the door sleepily, and saw Helen of Sparta and Paris of Troy. Helen Brown looked in a good mood, but Mr. John McCall's face was not very good.
Hey, did these two little enemies make up so quickly?
All I heard was the Brunette saying sweetly, "Hi, oh..."
Yuan Yan glanced at Mr. McCall, whose face looked even worse, and immediately raised her hand to stop him, saying, "Please wait a moment, Miss Brown. I don't think we are very familiar with each other. Why don't you just call me Mr. Yuan?"
After saying this, he ignored Miss Brown's face, which had turned from sunny to gloomy, and turned around to greet her: "Hello, John. I'm sorry for last night."
Mr. McCall, who looked a little better, said, "Hello, Neo. By the way, I heard that you were quite lucky last night... "
Our Master Yuan laughed and said, "Hahahaha... By the way, why are you two visiting my humble abode?"
Furious, Miss Brown stamped her feet and said angrily, "Aren't we here to discuss a contract with you?"
Mr. McCall also nodded and said, "Yes, Neo. You know I just got my New York State Bar license, so I came here with Helen. Let's go in and talk."
"Oh, so that's the case. Please come in first. Excuse me, I need to change my clothes."
The NYU students from a good family walked into Yuan Yanshu's apartment and frowned at the same time. For wealthy children like them, this ten-square-meter room could only be used as a servant's room. However, they were well-educated and did not say anything. They took off their coats and hung them on the coat rack, then sat down.
Our Master Yuan hurriedly changed his clothes and came out. He had nowhere to sit, so he had to lean on his desk.
Although he was woken up by these two people, he was in a good mood. Just when he was about to run out of money, someone sent him royalties.
He lit a cigarette and leaned on his desk, and asked casually, "So, how much are you going to pay me, Miss Brown?"
Helen from Manhattan snorted coldly, "Greasy... Humph, Mr. Yuan, didn't you say you don't care about money? And you said that talking about money hurts our relationship. That's too low of you."
"Cough, cough, cough..." Yuan Yan, not sure if she was choked by the cigarette or by these words, suddenly started coughing violently.
He finally calmed down his cough and said with a stiff upper lip: "Actually... I was just joking."
"A joke?!" Miss Brown raised her voice exaggeratedly, "Can a Chinese gentleman like you make such a joke?"
"Hahaha..." Our Master Yuan was speechless and could only laugh dryly. Then he pointed to his small apartment and said pitifully: "A kind-hearted lady like you will definitely understand a poor author like me."
"Well then." Helen from Manhattan said arrogantly, "Then I'll give you..."
At this time, Paris from Manhattan, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted her female companion, "Neo, I actually have a suggestion, do you want to hear it?"
"Oh, John, tell me about it."
Mr. McCall smiled and said in a lawyer's tone, "Neo, you know Helen likes this novel , and she is also a writer, a very hard-working writer. So..."
When he said this, Master Yuan already knew what his classmate was going to say.
Sure enough, he continued, "So why don't we pay to 'buy out' your novel. From today on, this novel has nothing to do with you. I think you should understand what I mean. How about it?"
"Why don't you name a price?"
"John...you...my...Mr. Yuan..." Miss Helen did not seem to expect that her suitor would make such a suggestion, but after she understood it, she was indeed a little moved. She turned her head and blinked her beautiful eyes to look at the Chinese man expectantly.
I swear to God, Yuan Yanshu is not reluctant to part with this novel, it’s just... he gave the script to Miss Lillian Gish yesterday.
Since it's not for sale, why should I be so polite?
Thinking of this, our Master Yuan sneered and said in a sarcastic tone: "John, how much do you think it would cost to 'buy out' this novel?"
His classmate was not angry. Instead, he paused and said, "Neo, I heard you have to pay for a doctorate. So I'll double it to $1,600."
Even though $1,600 can buy a courtyard house within the third ring road of the imperial capital, for the novel "Chocolat", this price is definitely cheap, and ridiculously cheap!
Putting aside the value of the novel itself, the key to this matter actually lies in the identities of Helen Brown and Yuan Yanshu.
If Helen Brown, the daughter of the president of New York University Press, wrote a novel like Chocolat, let alone rejecting it. Even if her father disliked the novel and thought it was "indecent", as a publisher, he should have known the literary and commercial value of the novel.
Then the next thing will naturally come naturally. The president of the publishing house will use all his resources to make his daughter a famous female writer!
Of course, now the "author" of this book is a Chinese...
If you calculate it from this perspective, let alone $1,600, even adding another zero would not be too much.
Sixteen thousand US dollars... equivalent to three million RMB, is enough to buy a novel that will definitely make her a "post-00 beauty writer". A hundred years from now in China, there will definitely be a lot of girls who want to become famous with their writing and parents who want their daughters to become successful who are willing to do so.
Logically speaking, the next step is the bargaining stage...but I can only continue to pretend. Our Master Yuan sighed in his heart and suddenly remembered something.
"Switch to nerd form."
The man and woman in the room suddenly discovered that the temperament of the Chinese man in front of them changed instantly, and he became aloof, upright, cold, and otherworldly.
He put out his cigarette and said stiffly, "I'm sorry, John. I haven't thought about this matter. Let's talk about the remuneration."
But the other party did not give up, but raised the price. John opened his right hand and said, "Neo, for the sake of our classmates, I will offer 5,000 US dollars!"
Yuan Yan suddenly shook her head with a stern face and said, "This is not about money. Not to mention 5,000 US dollars, even if it's 50,000 US dollars..."
While listening to the sound of his heart "thumping" and blood spurting out, he suppressed his "anger" and said, "I won't sell it either!"
Our Master Yuan saw that his classmate wanted to say something, so he clenched his fist and raised it up and said, "Mr. McCall, please stop talking. Although I really need money now, but..."
Finally, he said categorically: "Money is not the standard for everything for me!"
