Chapter 73: Looking Forward to the Future
Random House.
Editor-in-Chief's Office.
"Okay."
Adam naturally had no reason to refuse Jack's goodwill.
"Now there's a problem."
Jack got to the point. "Have you started writing your next volume? When will it be ready?"
"The plot is there, but I just haven't had the motivation to write it."
Adam put on a serious face. "You know."
"I know? I know jack shit..."
Jack's mouth twitched.
Fine, no more pretending. He fucking did understand.
Wasn't it just that the money hadn't arrived yet?
"The reprint of 100,000 copies will go on sale nationwide. If things go well, a third or even fourth printing may come soon. Your income will skyrocket then, and plenty of readers are looking forward to the rest of your story. You won't disappoint them, right?"
A reprint of 100,000 copies, at fifty dollars each with ten percent royalties, meant an income of five hundred thousand dollars—nearly twenty years' income for a median household. It was absolutely a huge sum.
In Friends, Ross later met a Black Pearl who only dated Nobel Prize winners. Her two Nobel Prize-winning exes put Ross under immense pressure, and his friends comforted him by saying Nobel Prize winners were nothing special.
Ross replied, "A Nobel Prize comes with a million-dollar award."
Then his friends immediately "defected."
That would probably happen ten years from now.
Even if five hundred thousand dollars now could not compare to a million ten years later, it would not be far off.
Not to mention the possibility of third and fourth printings.
That was what made fields like literature, art, and entertainment so fascinating.
One moment, you were penniless. The next, you had both fame and fortune, everything you could want.
"Don't worry. I've already started writing it."
For the