"Needless to say, Mr. Williams, you would never have imagined, never imagined, how popular Stranger's Stories is in Beldyland!"
As he spoke, he took stacks of newspapers out of his black button-up briefcase.
The ink smell is still strong.
Jenkins glanced at them. Most of these newspapers were highly professional literary publications, or local tabloids in Beldyland. It was difficult to buy these in Nolan.
"Their praise seems a little too much."
Jenkins flipped through a few pages casually, and then slammed them shut. He wondered if the big publisher in front of him had learned advanced marketing without a teacher in order to make money.
"how come."
The chubby middle-aged man quickly shook his hand and unbuttoned the top button of his jacket, "I just came back from Beldyland by steam train, and I am familiar with the situation there. Mr. William, you are really in the kingdom You are famous, I heard that Her Royal Highness likes your book very much!"
"Although I don't know much about politics, there seems to be no princess in our kingdom, right?"
"Of course there is no princess who has the right to inherit, but doesn't the elderly king have some relatives with different surnames? They are also considered princesses."
"whatever."
Jenkins took the envelope from the publisher, inserted his middle finger into it and raised it slightly, then raised his eyebrows.
"It seems to be a lot more than the good number, right?"
Not only was there a lot, he knew how many books were printed in the first batch in Beldyland, so he could also calculate that these gold pounds were divided into ten times more than normal.
"Is such that."
Mr. Brow laughed out of embarrassment, "Because the book sold so well, I urgently reprinted it..."
"It doesn't seem to say so in the signed agreement."
Jenkins interrupted him, "Isn't it necessary to ask for my opinion before printing this matter?"
"But who's going to have trouble with gold pounds, Mr. Williams, your talent..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, and Jenkins watched silently, as if facing an ancient statue.
Mr. Blow took out the white embroidered cotton handkerchief in his breast pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow before he realized how profane his thoughts had been.
"Traveler, forgive me."
He prayed in a low voice. This god has the priesthood of a contract, so it is a common object of belief among businessmen.
As for how pious the merchants are, this is something only God can know.
"This time it's our fault."
He explained in a low voice.
Mr. Bro has also done business in Nolan City for many years, and there are so-called "friends" in the city hall and gangs.
He is well aware of how much influence this humble antique dealer, Dad, has in the local area, and he still remembers that when he first asked him to cooperate, it seemed that the bishop of the [Knowledge and Books] Church personally signed the cooperation approval document.
Otherwise, the release of this book would not have been so fast.
"Don't be so serious."
Jenkins didn't know how terrible he was in front of some naturally sensitive people who had been contaminated with divinity. He put the envelope in his pocket and turned to look out at the street.
"Mr. Bro, I'm just a very ordinary writer."
A group of men in black on horseback passed the Fifth Queen's Road, and pedestrians on the road avoided. What's going on, where are people so arrogant in broad daylight, what are the police gentlemen in the city hall doing
"No, how can your talent be called ordinary?"
"I have never asked about the sales of this book, and the profit sharing is always as much as you give me."
"It's your generosity and generosity, and it's a real honor for me to work with someone as noble as you."
Mr. Burrow was not stingy with his praise. Half of it is from the heart, and the other half is definitely pretending.
In fact, in order to limit the rights of the Orthodox Church, it is impossible for the Kingdom to hand over all the rights of the publishing industry to the [Knowledge and Books] Church, and secular power struggles have been going on.
But in a world where a true God exists and miracles can be proved, the power of faith is terrifying. Jenkins was worried that he would be deceived by being so simple. But the old man told him that one-fifth of the mid-level and high-level employees related to the publishing industry are devout believers of sages, and shallow believers also account for the majority of the rest.
In other words, relying solely on the care of Bishop Parode, if Mr. Bro wants to play tricks, he will definitely lose all the money he earned in the first half of his life-most people around him don't mind reporting the accounting problems, and Xiang Xian to prove their piety.
This is the biggest advantage of the identity of Jenkins R. Williams—from a family of core believers in the church, this identity has greater power than a down-and-out minor noble family.
A simple warning to Mr. Bro was the best way Jenkins could come up with a knock.
"I don't like that kind of thing at all."
He thought silently, watching the team of men in black riding away outside the window.
Compared with negotiating with others, reading and studying alone in the room, or writing, is his favorite way of pastime.
Now that "The Stranger's Stories Collection" has begun to gain popularity in the capital, Mr. Burrow intends to unite with several other major publishers in the Kingdom to promote the book to the whole country.
Jenkins has no objection, his love for gold pounds is the same as that of ordinary people. The specific matters of cooperation still need the church to lead the way. The specific matters are very complicated, and today only the preliminary intention has been set.
"Mr. Williams, in fact, I'm here today. Apart from what I just said, I want to ask you one more thing. About the next book..."
"Currently preparing."
"Then what subject have you chosen?"
he asked nervously.
"Love, friendship, family affection, court struggles, plus some elements of mysticism, that's it."
Jenkins nodded as he spoke.
"That's good. It's very good that you can break away from the shackles of fairy tales and try new subjects. When the next book is published, your reputation will definitely rise to a higher level!"
The publisher smiled in satisfaction, raised his hand wearing the gold ring, grasped the collar and shook it a few times, but a layer of sweat still broke out involuntarily on his head.
"Your health is not good?"
Jenkins also shows appropriate concern for himself as a partner.
"No, no, I'm still young. I've probably seen Mrs. Denise too much lately..."
There was an ambiguous smile on his face, Jenkins curled his lips while touching the cat lying on his lap, Chocolate wagged its tail, and almost wrapped around Jenkins' wrist.
What he was talking about was probably a well-known courtesan.
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