A Girl, You Have Successfully Caught My Attention
"Stanley, what are you saying?! How could you say something like that in front of so many people?! I'm getting goosebumps!!!"
"No, no, it's not what you think, Julie, let me explain. Didn't you just ask me what I was looking at? I was looking at ' You Damned Woman Are So Sweet,' no, no, it's a sentence in the manuscript I was reading."
"It wasn't me who said it. I just subconsciously read out that sentence from the manuscript that also shocked me. You can see for yourselves; it really is from the manuscript. I just happened to see that sentence and read it out unconsciously."
Twenty-seven-year-old Stanven was in a hurry. He didn't want to be accused of harassing his colleague; the manuscript for "The Viscount" had already caused him a lot of trouble.
"Real?"
"Real!"
Julie, with her short, shoulder-length, deep blue hair, approached Stanley with some skepticism, took the manuscript from Stanley hand, and began to read it.
She saw that sentence that gave her goosebumps.
She had also glanced at the plot; it was about a noble young man who had never been in love, who fell in love with a duke's daughter who was hiding her identity and pretending to be a commoner.
The plot revolves around a nobleman who falls instantly in love with the duke's daughter. Having never been in a relationship before, the nobleman, upon first meeting the duke's daughter who is hiding her identity, walks directly up to her and says, "Woman, you've successfully caught my attention."
The duke's daughter, who was hiding her identity, was stunned by the nobleman's words, and then burst into laughter. She had probably never encountered such an interesting confession before.
He spoke with unparalleled arrogance, but this noble young master, who had never been in love, dared not look his eyes at the girl he admired.
Yes, he turned sideways, pointed at the Grand Duke's daughter with his finger, and said, "Woman, you have successfully caught my attention."
His words were arrogant, but his expression was shy.
What was originally an ordinary noble young master's character instantly became interesting.
The subject matter is rather ordinary. However, the way the noble young master expresses his affection for the grand duke's daughter is enough to give one goosebumps.
It's both awkward and makes you want to keep watching.
"It's hard to say, this article... it's hard to say. It might be a hit, or it might lose money." Julie handed the article back to Stanley. "You're planning to work with this... this [Viscount]? Hey, hey, hey, Stanley, the person who wrote this article is using the pen name [Viscount]."
"You're only just realizing this? There's something even more alarming: the contact address is also the Earl's Mansion. Do you know what that means?"
I can't refuse, I absolutely can't refuse, even if it means I have to pay out of my own pocket. I plan to publish a thousand copies and submit them to Saint Blue City to test the waters and see the reaction.
"Did you send out the cooperation letter?"
"It's about to be sent. If there are no unexpected issues, it should arrive at the Earl's Mansion this afternoon."
"So how do you plan to divide it?"
"82, Viscount is 8, we're 2, I've already been raving about the Viscount in my letters."
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"Stanley, are you telling the truth? Did the Viscount really write it?"
"I'm not sure, but in Saint Blue City, I don't think anyone would dare to use the title 'Viscount' so casually."
"Send it out, immediately! Urgently! I want to see this book on every street corner of Saint Blue City tonight. Don't worry about losing money; I'll cover the losses!"
Upon hearing Stanley's words, the owner of Fantasy Dimension waved his hand and immediately decided that even if it meant losing money, they would still publish the Viscount's book.
For no other reason than that he is the Viscount.
Fantasy Dimension was very efficient; by noon that same day, the letter announcing the signing of the cooperation agreement had appeared at the Earl's Mansion.
Ingrid took the letter and jogged to the lawn by the river, handing it to Lance.
The Viscount was having a picnic by the river with Little Dragon Highness, Miss Joanna, Gouzi, and Guigui. She wanted to come and help, but the Viscount refused, saying it was to train Little Dragon Highness's practical skills and that Little Dragon Highness and Miss Joanna should wash the vegetables and fruits and marinate the meat themselves.
The Viscount's Pet Beast Hellhound is catching fish in the river.
The giant tortoise would deliberately lie upstream where the Hellhound was catching fish, causing the water flow to decrease. "Viscount, your letter was mailed to you by a magazine called Fantasy Dimension."
"Let me see."
Lying in the rocking chair Lance tore open the envelope Ingrid handed him and began to read.
The letter was very simple, telling him that his manuscript had met the standards for sale and that all he needed to do was sign the cooperation agreement.
Lance glanced at the cooperation agreement. What a conscientious boss! The profits are split 80/20, with him getting 80% and Fantasy Dimension 20%.
The manuscript's copyright and other miscellaneous issues all go to him.
A discerning eye for talent.
You have a keen eye for talent.
"Dragon cub, dragon cub. Come here, I'll show you something good."
"What good stuff?"
"You'll see when you get here."
The young dragon Lucia shook the water off her hands and came to the side of the evil dragon.
Maid Ingrid took over the work from her Little Dragon Highness, then washed vegetables and marinated meat.
"What are you showing me?"
"Look at this! A contract, a contract that approved my manuscript. It even says my book will definitely be a bestseller. In order to keep my manuscript, Fantasy Dimension even increased my share of the profits to 80/20. I get 80% and they get 20%. That means if my manuscript sells for 1,000 Saint Gold, I can get 800 Saint Gold. You used to say my manuscript was no good and questioned me. Dragon Cub, it turns out that your taste in literature is terrible."
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The young dragon was speechless. The evil dragon had excitedly called her over just to tell her this?
Being petty, boastful, and smug just means your romance novel isn't good. The manuscript was approved, so why did you specifically call her over to brag to her?
Should I prove it to her? The dragon's actions gave her a sense of triumph, a feeling that "it's not that my writing is bad," or "it's that you have a problem with your judgment."
How can dragons be so childish sometimes?
"Your pen name played a big role. You used 'Viscount.' If you changed your pen name, Fantasy Dimension would definitely reject your manuscript."
"Alright, alright, you just wait, little Anglong. When my manuscript becomes a bestseller and I rake in tons of money, you'll see just how amazing I am."
"If you lose money, you're not going to make me set up a barbecue and takoyaki stall in Saint Blue City tonight to help you pay off your debts, are you?"
"Look at what you're saying. We're family, so let's not be so formal. If we really lose money, you'll have to study and earn money at the same time to help me pay off my debts."
Similarly, if I start earning money, I'll increase your allowance slightly each month.
"I don't want pocket money, can you stop me from selling takoyaki at a stall to pay off my debts?"
"That won't do. As a family, we should share joys and sorrows, happiness and hardship."
To prove himself, he deliberately used the title "Viscount," implying that refusing to approve his manuscript was disrespectful to the Viscount.
How can a father let his own child look down on him? It's perfectly acceptable to play a little trick at the right time.
Besides, his articles weren't really that boring.
While I can't guarantee it will be a bestseller, it should at least make the magazine some money.
He was somewhat relieved because the dragon cub didn't seem so afraid of him anymore.
That defiant little expression he made just now was so cute. "Little dragon."
"What's wrong?"
"Come here, let me pat your little head."
"I won't let you touch it."
The baby dragon ran away, and she wouldn't let the childish and petty evil dragon touch her head.
At six o'clock in the evening, newsstands on the streets of Saint Blue City were all vigorously promoting the same book.
The book cover features a blond nobleman in a black and gold robe, standing sideways in front of a girl in an ordinary dress, pointing at her with his finger.
It was accompanied by text.
The text reads: Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.
The bright and eye-catching words immediately attracted the attention of many young men and women. They wondered, if they met a girl or boy they fell in love with at first sight, would they really get beaten up for saying something like that?