Pressing for the Manuscript

Devereaux Manor.

Two days later.

Science Tool-man Adam drove back to New York.

"Adam, call me back quickly, your phone, no, my phone is almost exploded."

As soon as I arrived at 520 Apartment, I heard Monica yelling a little crazy.

"Who?"

Adam said curiously.

"Chief editor of Random House."

Monica said manically, "I told him that you had to go out for something, but he made ten phone calls a day to ask questions. Will he still let me live?"

"Don't get excited, I'll get back right away."

Adam picked up the phone and called Jack·Seff, the editor-in-chief of Random House: "Jack, it's me. What's the matter with calling me so urgently? Okay, I'll go over now."

After hanging up the phone, Adam stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hello?!"

Monica stopped Adam and said frantically, "Don't you think you should tell me what he wants from you? Is he acting like a murderer?"

"He is really a killer!"

Adam smiled bitterly and said, "He came to me for the publication of the second part of Lord of the Mysteries."

"Huh."

Monica After hearing this, he felt completely comfortable. He got out of the way and complained, "It would have been over if I had said no earlier. It was so mysterious that I didn't need to tell you. It made me unable to eat or sleep well."

"Sorry."

Adam apologized. "I left him the phone number here before. This time I will tell him not to call here again."

"It doesn't actually matter."

Monica smiled sheepishly, "He found me here because he called your apartment and couldn't get through. I just couldn't stand his ink-writing. He refused to tell me anything and kept calling me to urge him."

Random House.

Editor's Office.

"Our great writer is here. Please take a seat. Tea or drink?"

Jack·Seff is very enthusiastic.

"Just tea."

Adam accepted this enthusiasm calmly.

Because he deserves it.

Whoever can bring benefits is the boss. This is an unbreakable truth.

"Linda, serve tea, serve good tea."

Jack immediately pressed the intercom and ordered the secretary.

"Congratulations, the 100,000 copies of the second edition of Lord of the Mysteries have been sold out. The subsequent feedback from various channels has been very positive. We are preparing to release the third edition of 500,000 copies and fully distribute it throughout the United States."

Jack smiled and said, "Dark Horse Comics, Lord of the Mysteries's comic sales are also extremely hot, and more film and television production companies have tried to contact us."

"Let's not talk about film and television rights for now."

Adam was very satisfied with this, thought for a while and said, "The current special effects are not enough to show the world of Lord of the Mysteries well, so we should wait a little longer. Moreover, a novel selling 100,000 copies is completely different from a novel selling 500,000, 1 million, or 5 million copies. Let's wait until the number of copies of the novel is released."

"That's fine."

Jack naturally understands this truth.

The reason why he mentioned it was because he wanted to give it a try. If the deal was facilitated, the money that the film and television production would give him alone would be really sweet.

After all, it will take a lot of time to increase the number of copies of Lord of the Mysteries and the development of special effects technology. By then, who knows if he will still be there.

But he is also a smart man and knows when enough is enough.

When Adam first came to the door, he immediately exposed the methods used by second-hand dealers to make money.

It's okay to mention it, but if you are too enthusiastic or even reluctant, you are a fool.

Lord of the Mysteries's sales are booming, the expected income has increased sharply, and he has already registered with the company. At this time, Adam was annoyed, and he was definitely the unlucky one.

"Adam, Lord of the Mysteries, have you finished writing the second part?"

"Not yet."

Adam shook his head.

"Then we must hurry up."

Jack urged, "The release of new books will greatly promote old books. We have made a series of publicity plans, but we are just waiting for your second one. When can the manuscript be delivered?"

"Uh."

Adam thought for a while, "Before summer vacation?"

"No!"

Jack flatly denied. "That's too late. Do you know how bad the current situation is? It would be a waste not to strike while the iron is hot. Moreover, many of your loyal fans are writing to us, strongly urging you to publish the second volume as soon as possible. There are even extreme fans who asked us for your address and said they would come to us for advice."

"You didn't give it, did you?"

Adam was shocked.

In his previous life, he had heard people sending blades to remind them to update, but that was all a joke.

But this is United States, the happy and free United States. Extreme fans who say they want to come to ask for advice are really not kidding.

"Of course it's impossible to give it."

Jack shook his head and said, "However, I advise you to submit the manuscript and publish the book as soon as possible, otherwise the anxious fans may really come to you. Even if we don't provide the address, they have great powers and they may not be able to find you if they really want to find you."

"Okay."

Adam's mouth twitched. Although he knew that Jack was exaggerated, he still decided to speed up the progress.

Now his endurance has reached the level of Just You Show, and he is still full of energy and energy after not sleeping for several nights. He really wants to code words very quickly.

It's just that the salty fish habit he developed in his previous life has always affected him, making him lose motivation even after coding a few thousand words a day.

Wouldn't it be nice to read and study, hunt for games, chat with friends, and fight with goblins?

But when I think about the recent period, spending money on cars, the Cabin in the Woods modifications, guns, medical equipment, comprehensive upgrades in food, clothing, housing and transportation, etc., has really been a waste of money.

If I don't make money anymore, I really feel a sense of urgency to sit back and have nothing.

As a result, his salty days seem to be gone forever.

After leaving Random House, returning to 520 Apartment, and telling the story, everyone's eyes were straightened, especially Rachel.

"You want to publish another 500,000 copies? I remember that last time you published 100,000 copies for the second edition, you got 500,000 in royalties, right? Isn't 500,000 copies 2.5 million?"

"Almost, but it's not exactly 2.5 million. There's still a small amount left."

Adam explained.

"That's a lot of money."

"Is it really that profitable to write a book?"

"Why don't I have the talent to write books?"

Everyone was deeply moved.

"No!"

Rachel suddenly stood up and shouted in surprise, "I am also a writer. I also want to be famous and make a lot of money. I will write a book now."

After saying that, he slipped into the bedroom and went to create.

Adam is not optimistic about this. It is true that Rachel has no perseverance at all. Although she is so excited now, it is because she was stimulated by Adam's huge income. When she woke up after sleeping, she found that her writing was not smooth, and she definitely started fishing again.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Heather woke up in a daze and found that his chest was empty. This was an experience he had never had before with Adam. It was very unaccustomed. He closed his eyes and reached out to touch the side. There was nothing. He immediately opened his eyes.

"Adam?"

Heather called out, but no one responded. A ray of light came through the crack in the door. He rubbed his eyes and opened the bedroom door. He saw the light in the living room was on and a figure was typing at the desk.

Clatter! clatter! clatter!

Heather After listening for a while, I suddenly felt no sleepy again...