American Fortune Life

Standing in front of the window watching Carl's car slowly disappear, Andy was a little speechless about Carl's motivation to go up, and in his words, he would definitely make CCA regret it!

McMiller rushed into the conference room and sat down in his seat, sweeping all the colleagues in front of him. Although most of them looked faceless, the disaster in his eyes was obvious. He couldn't help but sigh. No wonder he made himself ridiculous about the obscene fat man.

Thinking about McMiller was a little dark, and his client was in trouble, and what he was going to face was getting fired.

With the sound of footsteps, a middle-aged man between the ages of 40 and 50 walked into the conference room with a gloomy face.

“Who can tell me what's going on?” The middle-aged man sat at the top and photographed a book on the conference table. "Such a wonderful story, we could only publish one book. Are you kidding me? ”

Elton. Boolean is like an angry bull roaring out loud, under tremendous pressure as the head of Los Angeles, the world famous children's book publisher and distributor, the American edition of the Harry Potter series, which is all over the globe, and this Dark Fairy Tale in front of Elton is definitely the first in a series, which is a whole new big IP.

But now, someone actually told him that they had to publish only the first book, and the rest had nothing to do with them. It was a sunny thunderbolt, how he didn't get angry.

McMiller stood up pale after a long hesitation and said carefully: "I'm sorry, I didn't maintain a good customer relationship. ”

Pfft!

Elton stood up at the table, shouting, “I don't want to hear it. I don't care what you do today. I want you to sign Andy Smith back! You stay, everyone else please come back. ”

Soon, there were only two people left in the conference room, the angry Elton calmed down slowly, his eyes staring dead at the nervous, sweaty Mike, “I don't care what the cause is, you have to bring back the good news! Like this... Tell Andy Smith's agent that we can pre-pay for the manuscript, and that the royalty share can be raised to a maximum of 15%, as long as his book is published in our publishing house. ”

“15%? It's just that Andy Smith's agent is very greedy, so what if he makes an excessive request?” Mike was appalled that 15% of royalties were the best kind of treatment a writer could get, thinking about that fat fuck's face, or asking carefully.

“FUCK! You can talk whenever you want! Can you keep your eyes open a little longer? Have you read the script? Idiot, where are we? This is Hollywood. This is a movie factory! Such a great story will make Hollywood movie companies happy and movies go on and our books can follow the big sale! ”

“Yes, I'll go to Andy Smith's agent right away!” Mike lowered his head and dared not look at the editor-in-chief of Elton, who had spoken out again, picked up the folder on the table in panic and ran out of the conference room.

Elton, who stayed in the conference room, stared at the script on the table for a long time, "I hope everything goes well! ”

The funny guy, Andy, shook his head with a smile, looked at Carl, who was in a tragedy, and looked at McMiller, the representative of the almost crying music publishing house.

“Well, the terms you give are very generous. You can talk about it, Carl. You got it. ”

Ignoring McMiller's gratitude, he gave Karl an obscure look, then stood up and walked to the second floor. He didn't want to waste any more energy, just one result, and the process was left to the professionals.

More than an hour later, Fatty Carl walked into the study with an obscene look of complacency.

“Looking at you like this, sounds like a good conversation.” Andy took off his decorative glasses and faked his fingers and gently rubbed the nose beam to relieve fatigue that did not exist.

“Ha ha, who am I? I'm Carl the Vampire. Let the boy look at you. How can you not teach him a hard lesson?” Karl sat happily on the couch, feeling happy after his revenge.

Andy smoked a cigarette out of the cigarette box and threw it at Carl, lighting another cigarette himself, indicating that he would continue.

“15% royalties, $1 million in prepaid manuscripts, hey, after taxes, of course, they promised to do their best to promote your work, write you soft papers in the paper, and expand your influence. ”

Andy couldn't help but smile when he heard it, and he smiled with some pride. After smoking out, I secretly said, "I am in need of money now, this million can relieve the economic pressure. ”

Andy bought Apple shares for the most part, with only 400,000 left in the bank and 300,000 paid by Seventeen Years Old magazine, 100,000 for Carl's registered company and leased office, 600,000 dollars left, his own nanny and fitness instructor's salary, attorneys' fees, private doctors, all kinds of living costs are not small.

In the United States, the cost of services is low as long as people are involved. Andy's eyebrows picked, so he looked angry, "How's the company registration thing going? Besides, why are you taking people to my house? ”

Carl turned a blind eye to Andy's performance, “Of course the company is registered in Bermuda, and California taxes are too high! Didn't you also see that he looked like he was dying to live, and said that if he didn't see you today, he would be counting on me. I couldn't help but bother him, so I came to see you. ”

Andy pointed his finger at Carl and said very seriously: "Don't bring strangers to my house in the future, you can fix the office location as soon as possible, and we'll see what happens in the future. ”

Carl nodded that he knew, looked at the clock on the wall and seemed to want to leave.

“Stay for dinner. Nelson will be here in a minute, and there's something I need your help with.” Andy strangled the cigarette in the ashtray and said to him.

“OK, that's great, you can have delicious Chinese summer dishes again.” When you hear about food, Karl naturally won't miss it.

In the United States, the relationship between a private lawyer and a wealthy employer is a lifetime of extraordinary existence.

“Hi, Nelson, it's really good to see you.” Carl still has a lot of respect for Andy's personal lawyer when he sees an old acquaintance.

“Hello, Carl, you've gained a lot more weight. Watch your body. Eat less!” Nelson and Carl shook hands, joking.

“Hey, MAN, I'm a dragon JING tiger, healthy!” Carl, if you don't believe me, take off your clothes and let you look at me screaming.

“All right, all right, let's get down to business. Nelson, this is some of my TV show ideas that came up when I wrote the novel, and I want to sign up for global copyright, all right?” Andy handed Nelson some printed documents.

Nelson was quickly browsing, and the surprise in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, with three TV show ideas and specific processes written on these sheets, the most detailed of which was "The Talent Show".

“Boss, I must say, you are a genius!” Nelson looked at Andy sitting across the street and sighed as he sorted out his papers. “There is no need to register global copyright, but the easiest way is to keep it in the writers' union, where copyright protection is available worldwide. ”

“No, no, I know the functions of trade unions, but, after all, they are just creative, they are not being broadcast, and we do not currently have the resources to produce them, and I am afraid that it would be a waste of time to bring a lawsuit in the event of similar occurrences in other countries. ”

Andy naturally knows that the writers' union's copyright protection can avoid harm to his interests, but he probably remembers that the production time for the British and American pro shows was roughly during this summer's vacation, and while he put the script and outlines of these ideas in the writers' union early in May, in the unlikely event of a car crash, either side would suffer, and he is now looking for money, not for the pitcher.

After listening to Andy's explanation, Nelson seemed to understand his concerns, but registering around the globe wasn't done in a moment and a half.

When they were both in a state of meditation, they heard Carl shouting, "Wow, this is a genius idea, Andy. Your brain is amazing. I love you. ”

“Quiet! I know I'm a genius, but can you keep your voice down?” Andy looked at Carl with some irritation and shouted at him.

“Oh, my God, why do we have to register one country at a time, just find two television stations in the United States and the UK, and they will definitely find the value in it, and then we sell them the copyright, and it will be broadcast very quickly, with the efficiency of the TV station, and then it will be a fait accompli, and it won't have to be that much trouble.” Carl couldn't help but say excitedly.

“Bullshit, I've thought about this a long time ago, but I hope my interests are maximized, the idea of a talent show, some shadows of American idols, FOX spent $67 million purchasing copyright, and now it turns out to be a very successful deal, but after all, my idea stays on paper and it's really unknown how much money I can sell.” Andy took a look at Carl with some anguish.

“Isn't that business negotiation? The main thing now is that we have to establish our copyright. We can invite several major TV stations to come together and bid. They know this idea, so there won't be any creative car crashes.” Carl's fat face is filled with excitement and he keeps rubbing his hands back and forth in the study, "we should do it simultaneously with the United States and the United Kingdom, first seizing the English-speaking market and then the higher-priced ones. ”