Eric sat back on the sofa and stopped talking about the table. Naturally, Melanie would not take the initiative to bring it up. She came over and said, "Eric, it's already six o'clock. If there is nothing else, Carlo and I Lin went to the hotel."
"What to do in the hotel, just stay here. We will fly directly to New York tomorrow morning, and we don't have to run around anymore," Eric finished speaking. He didn't hear the two women's responses. He raised his head and looked Seeing Caroline's blushing face, Melanie's expression was a little unnatural, and she couldn't help smiling, Eric said again: "Don't worry, I won't harass you, but if you two dare If you attack me, I will fight back with all my might.”
Melanie laughed softly when she heard Eric's joke, and came over to squeeze Caroline on a single sofa, put her arms around her petite body, and said, "Eric, maybe someone Hope to be harassed by you."
"No way!"
As soon as Melanie finished speaking, Caroline retorted "not telling herself", which made Eric and Melanie laugh at the same time, and Caroline buried her face in Melanie's arms inside.
"Okay, don't bully Caroline." After a while, Eric took the initiative to restrain his smile and said to Melanie: "Have the sales figures for the first week of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" been calculated? "
Last week, relying on the strong global distribution capabilities of News Corporation's HarperCollins Publishing, the first book in the "Harry Potter" series, "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone", was released simultaneously in the UK, the US, Canada, and Australia. And other major English-speaking countries are all on the shelves.
In order to make this novel famous as soon as possible, Firefly Group specially produced a set of publicity plans according to the film release model. One month before the official release of this novel, all aspects of pre-heating publicity have already started. With the official release of the novel On the shelves, TV, movies, Internet, magazines, newspapers and other media channels in the entire Firefly system have spared no effort in the promotion of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone".
Melanie held Caroline, who was still shy, in her arms, and replied: "I still had a phone call with HarperCollins Publishing House at noon, and the results are still being counted. The detailed data will not come out until the day after tomorrow, but , Judging from the preliminary feedback, the sales volume in the first week worldwide should not be less than 100,000 copies."
Eric nodded with satisfaction, but was not too excited.
In my memory, the last "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" in the "Harry Potter" series sold a terrifying 11 million copies worldwide within 24 hours of its release. What.
Melanie was a little curious about Eric's calm performance: "Eric, the world's first week sales exceeded 100,000 copies. With this kind of sales data, "Harry Potter" is enough to be listed in most countries. The bestseller list is up, are you still not satisfied?"
Eric shook his head and said: "Of course I am satisfied, but I think it is far from reaching the limit of this novel."
"Then how many copies do you think this novel should sell?"
"I can't speculate on this, and I'm not a prophet." Eric put another resume he had read beside him, glanced at the name of the last resume, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Melanie didn't notice the subtle changes on Eric, and after thinking about it, she couldn't help but say: "Actually, I often feel that you really look like a prophet, just like this "Harry . Like Potter with Philosopher's Stone, you seem to know ahead of time that it's going to be a success, and that's why you put so much resources into promoting it."
Eric flipped through the resume of Marisa Mayer in his hand, and nodded: "Well, you just need to know about this, don't spread it, I will silence it."
"Hehe," Melanie smiled, patted Caroline on the back, and said, "There's another one here, what are you going to do?"
Caroline finally sat up from Melanie's arms, her face was still red, she glanced at Eric with sparkling eyes, and dodged again.
Eric didn't continue to tease Caroline after Melanie's words, read Marisa Mayer's resume, and said: "Just her, you call Kelly and ask her to help this girl named Mary. Ms. Sha Mayer arranges the check-in."
At this time, Melanie noticed that Eric was holding the resume that she deliberately stuffed at the bottom, and she opened her mouth. However, remembering the scratch on the desktop just now, she didn't dare to reveal other things. Yise, took the resume from Eric, thought for a while, and said: "Eric, don't you need to interview her in person? She is a graduate of Stanford University, and she may still be in college now." Palo Alto."
Stanford University is right next to the wealthy area of Atherton. Eric remembered Melanie's reminder, so he nodded and said, "Call and ask, if she is in Palo Alto, tomorrow morning Ask her to come over for breakfast, and if she's not here, go straight to work in Los Angeles."
Just as he was talking, Eric's cell phone rang. He picked up the cell phone and looked at the caller ID. He got up and said to Melanie, "I'm going to take a shower later, so you can prepare some hot water for me. In addition, dinner is also available." I'll leave it to you, if you don't know how to do it, you can call and order takeaway."
Watching Eric go to the backyard to answer the phone, Melanie held up Caroline's small face and looked at her with a pitiful tone: "Oh, I'm really a maid, he seems I never thought of asking you to help him prepare bath water."
Caroline blushed again, took Melanie's hand away, got up and pulled her, and said, "Let's go, let's go together, I can help you."
It is already evening on the west coast of the United States, and it is less than two o'clock in the afternoon in Brisbane on the east coast of Australia.
On the road leading to Brisbane Airport, John Cole, who was driving his daughter to the airport, was very angry at this time, or, since his daughter returned to Brisbane for the summer vacation, in the past three months, looking at her body Clothes and jewelry that are absolutely unaffordable anyway, as well as those expensive daily necessities, John Cole has been in some kind of inexplicable anger.
Now, he finally couldn't help breaking out, almost patting the steering wheel of the white Toyota sedan and shouting at the rearview mirror: "So, Eric Williams specially sent a plane to pick you up, he Why send a plane to pick you up?"
Miranda Kerr was about to leave Australia soon, and Miranda Kerr finally didn't want to bear with her father anymore. This summer, the father and daughter had actually had more than one small conflict, so they said bluntly: "Eric likes me."
If it wasn't on the highway, John Cole would have almost slammed on the brakes, how could he not have guessed these things, but since his daughter never told the truth, he would never be able to attack: "Ha, do you know how old you are now?" Well, he is committing a crime, and I want to sue him."
"You go and sue, anyway, I won't be on your side." Miranda Kerr didn't show any weakness, and retorted: "Maybe the U.S. federal court won't even accept your lawsuit."
John Cole patted the steering wheel hard again, and shouted: "Don't forget, I'm your father, if I don't allow it, you don't want to go anywhere."
"The legs are on my body, I can go wherever I want!"
Hearing the increasingly fierce dispute between the father and daughter, Thales Cole, who was sitting in the co-pilot, quickly patted her husband on the shoulder to comfort her, and then looked at her daughter in the back row complainingly: "Miranda, since, since Mr. Williams sent a plane to pick you up, why didn't you say it earlier, your father bought you a first-class ticket specially because he was afraid that you would not feel comfortable on the plane, and the handling fee for a refund is very expensive."
Miranda Kerr originally just wanted to surprise her parents, but when she heard her mother say this, she said indifferently: "Mom, it's only a few hundred Australian dollars. If it's gone, it will be gone."
John Cole snorted coldly: "That's right, if it's gone, it's gone, anyway, you are today, no, you don't even think about leaving Brisbane in the future, we will go back later."
"Then you'd better break my leg first, or I'll run out and never come back."
"Then I'll break your leg, do you think I dare not?"
Miranda Kerr noticed her father's fierce gaze in the rearview mirror, shrank her neck, and shook her mother's hand in the front row: "Mom, look at him."
"John, don't scare the kids like that."
John Colton vented his anger on his wife: "It's you, it's you who spoiled her. I didn't agree with her going to Los Angeles at the beginning. Now it's all right. I'll be someone else's lover when I'm old."
Miranda Kerr became dissatisfied again: "Hey, Eric is not married, maybe I will become his wife in the future."
"Who would want you to marry a crazy girl like you."
"Dad, I know, you are jealous."
"..."
After a moment of silence in the carriage, John Cole patted the steering wheel vigorously again, making up his mind that when he got down to the airport, he must smash Eric Williams' so-called private jet to pieces, and then Take my daughter back.
Brisbane Airport is on the seaside next to the city, and a few minutes later, the Toyota sedan stopped in the parking lot outside the airport.
John Cole made up his mind to make a big fuss. He watched his wife help his daughter take out the luggage from the trunk, but he didn't stop him, but he didn't intend to step forward to help.
Just as Miranda Kerr took out her Chanel girly bag, she saw a man and a woman walking towards them not far away.
After the other party got closer, Miranda finally saw clearly that it was her assistant Claire Greene. After ICM asked Claire to accompany her to the Bahamas for filming, the other party has been serving as her life assistant.
After recognizing the other party, Miranda enthusiastically ran over: "Hi, Claire, why are you here?"
Claire Greene hugged Miranda and said with a smile: "Mr. Williams called and asked me to come with him. Oh, this is the captain of our plane, Mr. Paul Cornis."
"Hello, Mr. Cornis," Miranda smiled sweetly, reaching out to the tall middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man gently shook Miranda's little hand, nodded with a smile and said, "You can just call me Paul, Miss Kerr."
"Okay, Paul, um, this is my mother, Thales Cole, and this is my father, John Cole." Miranda introduced each other enthusiastically, with no expression on her face. There were traces of embarrassment, this girl is actually very shrewd, if her father really does not let her leave Brisbane today, it must be very troublesome, so according to her father's character of saving face, she decisively changed her strategy.
Sure enough, when Paul Cornis and Claire Greene extended their hands to John Cole politely and somewhat respectfully, John Cole, who was about to explode, immediately dissipated more than half of his anger, and he could not help but talk to the other party. shook hands.
After exchanging pleasantries, Paul Cornis said to Miranda: "So, Miss Kerr, the plane is ready, shall we go?"
Hearing Paul Cornis' words, John Colton came to his senses and was about to say something when Miranda, who noticed the expression on his father's face, spoke first: "Paul, can you take off later, I want to take my parents Go check it out on the plane."
Paul Cornis still had a faint smile on his face, nodded and said: "Of course, no problem, Mr. Cole, Ms. Cole, please come with me."
Seeing Claire take the initiative to take Miranda's suitcase from her hand, worried that her husband would do something outrageous, Thales Cole stepped forward to take his arm and whispered: "Let's go, John, don't Make it a joke."
Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling face, John Cole’s urge to smash the plane has dissipated a lot. He pretended to stare helplessly at his wife before barely raising his heels to step forward.
Through the VIP channel and the private jet, the security check process is much simpler. After a few minutes, everyone entered the airport.
John Cole looked at the huge figure of the Boeing 767 in front of him, and then glanced around. Brisbane Airport was not that big. Among the more than ten planes parked around, only two or three planes were larger than this plane and the length was close to 50 meters behemoth.
Miranda Kerr's eyes sparkled even more, like an excited bird, she pulled her mother up the gangway, and quickly disappeared into the cabin.
Seeing that John Cole did not follow, the captain, Paul Cornis, took the initiative to stay and politely introduced several other crew members to John Cole.
John Cole mechanically shook hands with everyone one by one. At the end, he still couldn't help asking: "Paul, this, this plane is specially here to pick up Miranda?"
As an ordinary middle class, in John Cole's cognition, most private jets are small planes that are a few meters or more than ten meters long. Take this Boeing, which is only one notch smaller than the largest wide-body plane, as a private plane. It was the first time he saw an airplane, and he never thought that such a thing would be connected with his... daughter.
Paul Cornis still nodded politely and said, "Yes, John, what's the problem?"
"That," John Cole lowered his voice with some guilt: "It probably costs a lot of money to fly from Los Angeles like this?"
"If it's a one-time rental, round trip from Los Angeles, the price is $500,000."
John Cole suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and his figure even became shorter involuntarily. The US$500,000 was close to 700,000 Australian dollars. He had never seen so much money in his life. The desire to prevent his daughter from going to Los Angeles has completely disappeared. John Cole just couldn't help but think that it would be great if the $500,000 could be cashed out. The family could change a house or a car Nice car, and even a yacht. Now, it's a waste to fly to Los Angeles.
This prodigal daughter! (To be continued.)