"Good morning, Mr. Goodman!"
"Good morning, Lord Williamette!"
The two greeted each other as usual, and such a conversation hadn't been held for a long time since the incident with the Son of the Evil God.
Jenkins noticed that his neighbor had used "baron" instead of "sir," and he didn't quite understand the reason for the change.
I was about to turn around and go back to my house after saying hello, but I saw Mr. Goodman walking quickly to the fence of Jenkins' house with his black briefcase under his arms. Although the gardens of the two houses were merged, both fence gates were preserved.
"Do you have anything else to do?"
He asked while taking the letter from the mailbox, and glanced at the mailing address. It turned out to be the old painter Grant. The two met before Jenkins left Nolan City. He did not say that he was looking for Jenkins at the time.
"Sorry to bother you for a while, actually I have a question I want to ask you."
"Although you can say it, we are friendly neighbors, my house is being renovated, won't it bother you?"
Jenkins put the letter in the newspaper and waited for Mr. Goodman to say something. The front page of this morning's paper is a photo of a man with a big nose, wearing a suit and raising his hand towards the camera, and he has no idea what he is doing.
"Oh, it's like this. I have some spare gold pounds in my hand now, and I want to invest in the invention project in the newspaper."
With that said, he handed the page of paper in his hand to Jenkins, and he glanced at it roughly. This is a very common way for inventors to solicit investors. As for that invention, it was named [multi-functional semi-automatic steam-powered multi-layer lift hanger based on the principle of lever transmission].
It took him nearly a minute to successfully discern the meaning of the name.
"I want to ask you whether this project is reliable and whether I should invest money in it. Please don't feel embarrassed, I just need some advice, any advice is fine."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Jenkins eagerly, as if he could give him guidance like the sage in ancient mythology in the next moment.
"Um… "
Jenkins is the god of lies, not the god of wealth, a question he cannot answer. He is well aware of the reason why his kind neighbor asked for advice, probably because the newspapers are still advocating his key role in the "Fabry Hoax".
The reputation he gained in this matter has completely overshadowed the reputation of well-known writers. Mention Jenkins Williams now, and the first thing people think of is the nobleman who uncovered the legendary deception.
In the end, Jenkins could only regretfully tell his neighbors, "Investment is risky, and you need to be cautious when spending money." But Mr. Goodman was not disappointed. Instead, he left happily as if he had received the will of the gods. He sincerely hopes that his neighbor will not fail in the investment game, after all, his last neighbor has died.
Buying Widow Margaret's house meant that Mrs. Margaret's neighbors were now his neighbors. The adjoining house belonged to a businessman in Nolan who used to live on the street but never moved back after the Shenzi incident. Jenkins wanted to visit, but couldn't find a chance, so he had to give up.
Having just returned from a long trip yesterday, Dad allowed Jenkins to take a day off before going to work. He also has a lot of things to do today, and there are still many people and events waiting for him in Nolan City after a week away.
Flipping through the newspaper while having breakfast, he opened the old painter's letter by the way. The two collaborated very successfully in Stories of Stranger, and the cover and illustrations of Jenkins' second book were drawn by him himself with [Read and Write], so the two did not cooperate for the second time.
This letter from the old painter is to ask Jenkins to authorize him to use the last illustration to participate in the recent art exhibition held in Nolan. There is also news about the exhibition in the corner of the newspaper, but I didn't notice it just now.
Those illustrations were bought by Jenkins earlier, and according to the current law, all the rights to use belong to him. The paintings participating in the art exhibition require the creation certificate and the right to use, so the old Grant wrote to ask for authorization.
"Of course it can."
He picked up a pen and wrote the reply letter and authorization, and then went out with the cat. First I went to the post office to mail the letter, and bought this month's "Prospects for Tropical Disease Medicine", and then in the Quill Writers Club, I met the bookseller Mr. Burrow and his new book "Frozen".
After so much time, even demigods and nameless monsters have died a lot, and this book is finally here.
Mr. Bro looked excited, whether it was because it was finally done or because he saw Jenkins again. When he and Jenkins first cooperated, the young man was just an antique shop apprentice with nothing. Although he is still an antique shop apprentice now, his other identities have left most of the city behind.
Mr. Bro brought a carton full of new books this time so that Jenkins could distribute them to his friends. The cover of the new book was drawn by Jenkins using [Reading and Writing]. The composition is very simple. The two princesses stand in front of the cliff and look at the distant sunrise and the vast snow-capped mountains.
The painting style this time is more realistic. After obtaining the consent of Miss Stuart and Julia, the face shape borrowed from their images. Even though Jenkins doesn't have much artistic talent, but with such a convenient tool as "reading and writing", one thought is a picture, and it is not troublesome to change it.
"Today is Saturday, and I plan to officially release this book on Monday. This time it will not be released in Nolan City, but will be spread throughout the kingdom! For some reason, even the cultural department of the kingdom has taken the initiative to cooperate this time. What a sage's blessing, what a traveler's blessing!"
Mr. Bro announced excitedly, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief while talking. The temperature inside the club is high, which is not friendly for a man of his size.
He is very confident now. If it is not for the lack of channels in his hands and Jenkins himself does not have that willingness, otherwise he would even dare to launch the entire continent together. Anyway, this book will never be unsalable, he is very sure of this.
The agreement on the new book had been signed before that, and this time Mr. Bro didn't just call Jenkins to pick up the book, he also asked the young writer if he was going to sign a book.
This is a new marketing method that has emerged in recent years. On the one hand, it brings the relationship between readers and writers closer, and on the other hand, it allows some young and handsome writers to use their "advantages" other than writing skills to gain more readers.
PS: Bookseller Burrow believes in the untraceable traveler who has the priesthood of [contract], so he sighs "bless the sage, bless the traveler".