Random House.
Editor-in-Chief's Office.
"I think we can discuss publication first."
Adam politely declined Jack Seff's request for the manuscript and got straight to the point.
After all, asking only for the manuscript without discussing publication was just playing dirty.
Though he had the original manuscript, when facing the capital represented by Random House, he did not hesitate to assume the worst of them.
In his previous life, there had been countless cases where legitimate copies could not beat pirated ones, and genuine products could not beat knockoffs.
And this was still the United States, where the power of capital was limitless.
If the profits were large enough, copyright protection was nothing more than a joke.
How was copyright protection enforced?
Lawsuits!
If you had neither money nor influence, faced with their elite team of lawyers, they could casually cite all sorts of obscure legal provisions and drag you through court until you had no way to voice your suffering.
In the process, the most likely outcome was that you would run out of money before you could keep paying lawyers to continue the lawsuit.
And even if, after a long legal battle, you eventually won, the biggest beneficiaries would not be you, but the lawyers on both sides.
Because they all took a percentage. The more lawsuits they fought, the more they demanded.
You might even lose the case, even if you were god himself and what you said was universally acknowledged truth.
Otherwise, there would not be so many criminal kingpins in American TV dramas strutting arrogantly out of court, solemnly spouting nonsense before countless reporters, leaving good people furious yet helpless.
New York Pizza Hut—look it up?
One had to know that American judges had almost all switched over from being professional lawyers. Their relatives and friends