Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 81 Female Literary Youth
Subtitle of this chapter: The consequences of drinking only Wujiapi but not Wanglaoji
“Money is not the measure of everything for me!”
"Mr. McCall, no matter how much money you offer, I will not sell the fruit of my hard work!"
Yuan Yanshu said very coldly: "So I can only say sorry."
"Ni...Mr. Yuan, you really don't want to reconsider..."
"John, stop talking!"
Before our Master Yuan could speak, Miss Helen Brown suddenly interrupted her companion.
The two gentlemen turned their heads and saw that her face was red, so red that blood could drip out. Miss Brown suddenly stood up and bowed to Yuan Yan.
Yuan Yan was also surprised and asked, "Miss Brown, what are you doing..."
The NYU female student said sincerely: "I'm sorry, I thought you were a slick Chinese, but now I know... This is my fault. How can an author who can write such a delicate and touching novel be a frivolous and unreliable person?"
Too bad, I didn't write this... Wait, when did I become glib, frivolous, and unreliable?!
"Please accept my apology, Mr. Yuan!"
Our Master Yuan had no choice but to say, "Miss Brown, this... OK, I accept it. "
"Helen..." Mr. John McCall could no longer sit still. He stood up anxiously and said, "Helen, this is your chance..."
Miss Helen Brown retorted: "No, John. This is not my chance. This is just your chance to please me."
"But what you're doing is not only an insult to an outstanding writer like Mr. Yuan, but also an insult to me!"
Mr. McCall, who wanted to please the beauty but never expected this result, stammered, "But, but, but..."
"It's okay, Mr. McCall. I think you should apologize to Mr. Yuan too!"
Yuan Yan suddenly lit a cigarette and thought to herself, literary young women are so cute.
"No, I won't apologize." John was young after all, and felt ashamed and annoyed to be accused by his sweetheart in front of others. He stood up, waved his arms and said, "I won't apologize to this Chinaman!"
As he said this, he walked towards the door angrily...
"Wait!" Our Master Yuan suddenly said.
Mr. McCall, who thought the chinaman had changed his mind, turned around and heard him say, "Mr. McCall, your clothes."
John walked to the coat rack, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, and picked up his coat and hat. He couldn't vent his jealousy and anger on Miss Brown, so he turned around and stared at Yuan Yan fiercely, saying, "Neo Yuan, you will regret this!"
In fact, Neo Yuan already regretted it. If he had known that someone would pay a high price to buy out the book today, he would never have given the script away last night. In this way, the $5,000 would have been safely in his pocket today! Wouldn't his SCP Foundation and SCP magazine have been settled? Now he has offended a classmate for no reason, and he is a classmate with a strong background.
Alas... troubles are caused by talking too much, and worries are caused by being too distracted. The ancients and the Master Ball really did not deceive me.
"Bang!"
Mr. John McCall slammed the door in anger.
Our Master Yuan resisted the urge to vomit blood, turned around and said, "Miss Brown, let's talk about my remuneration. How much are you prepared to pay?"
The artistic young woman suddenly became shy. She lowered her head and said coyly, "Mr. Yuan, what do you think of $50?"
"Um……"
"Mr. Yuan, Mr. Yuan...is there bleeding in your mouth?"
" Ah, I have excessive liver fire... This is our profound and extensive medical terminology. You won't understand if I tell you. Well, actually I have bleeding gums. Don't worry about it." Yuan Yan took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She took a few deep breaths and said, "Ms. Brown, don't you think 50 dollars is too low?"
"But..." Miss Brown, who also felt a little embarrassed, stammered, "But I was going to borrow money from John, and I only have 50 dollars now..."
At this point, tears welled up in her eyes as she said, "Mr. Yuan, you don't know how much I have paid for this magazine, Women of the World. Not only have I spent all my savings over the years, but I also borrowed a lot of money from John."
You are so lucky! In another hundred years, female college students in Serbia will be willing to take off their clothes and take photos for loans. The problem is that some of these girls are just trying to buy a vivo, not an iPhone 7. The more critical problem is that Yuan Hongjian doesn't like to see most of them even if they take off their clothes.
Yuan Yan suddenly looked embarrassed and said, "Ms. Brown, but 50 dollars is too little."
"No, no, no. Mr. Yuan, you misunderstood." Miss Helen Brown shook her head and said, "50 US dollars is considered a deposit. We can...how about this, all the profits from every magazine sold from now on will be given to you."
"Your novel needs to be serialized for at least seven or eight issues. If you calculate it this way, people will have worked for you for two months for nothing."
Our Master Yuan, who is a graduate of the Economics Department, immediately asked, "Excuse me, Miss Brown, but do you know what gross profit and net profit are?"
"Ah, gross profit, net profit...what does that mean? Mr. Yuan, all the income minus the royalties of other authors, printing and distribution costs will be given to you. You can look at the account book when the time comes."
This girl is a little bit stupid, but she is quite honest. It is better to have her help me publish the book than not getting any money at all, and she can earn some B-coins. She has a lot of things to do and has no time to run around for the publication of this book.
"Then may I ask how much your copy of Women of the World costs and its actual circulation?"
"Yes, of course. My magazine is a weekly publication, with sales of nearly 500 copies per month, and each copy costs 40 cents US dollars."
"Eight cups of coffee or a pound of sirloin steak... that's a pretty reasonable price, right? What about the printing and distribution costs?"
"Yeah, two corners."
If you calculate it this way, it’s less than $100 per month, and $200 in two months! No, this doesn’t include the royalties of others…
"Uh-huh……"
"Mr. Yuan, the corner of your mouth is bleeding again!"
"I'm angry!"
Our Master Yuan looked at the pitiful "Helen of Manhattan" and his compassionate nature came out again. He remembered that she had just spoken up for him and he couldn't say no. Besides, I have B coins now, so a copy of "Chocolat" is really nothing. I'll just consider it as helping others.
He sighed deeply and said helplessly: "Well, let's do this..."
"Oh, thank you so much! " Miss Helen Brown rushed over, hugged Yuan Yan and kissed him on the face...
But Helen was not a special worker like Anna, nor a movie star like Lillian, but a real little lady. So when she realized what she had done, she jumped back like a frightened little rabbit.
It’s a pity that this flat-chested girl is really not my style, and I was really exhausted last night.
The Bamboo Forest Sage, who was still in the "Sage" state, raised his hand and scratched his face and said, "You're welcome."
Miss Brown lowered her head and asked in a low voice, "Do we still need to sign the contract?"
Yuan Yan sighed again, waved her hand and said, "No need, just give me the 50 dollars."
"Okay." She happily took out her purse, opened it and looked inside... "Oh, my check is with John."
Our Master Yuan sighed again and said, "Then, give it to me next time."
"Okay. But..."
Yuan Yan suddenly ran out of breath and sighed: "What else? Miss!"
"But I don't have any money. Can you lend me some?"
"puff!"
"Ah, why are you vomiting blood?!"
