The next morning.

Brooklyn, in an apartment.

Lily has prepared a hearty breakfast for everyone.

However, the atmosphere at the dining table was a bit strange.

Gene was still happy and said about the party last night.

Wang Jian looked up from time to time and looked at everyone with a little guilty conscience.

Lily seemed to be fine and instructed Gene to participate in more group activities at school.

There was only the red-haired woman, with strange eyes looking at Lily and Wang Jian.

After more than ten minutes, breakfast ended.

Wang Jian ran out of Lily's apartment as if he had escaped, preparing to return to the Bronx.

He sat on the bus, thinking about what happened last night, and felt...

Too weird!

What's wrong with him and Lily!

Wang Jian scratched his hair hard, feeling that things were getting more and more weird.

Forget it, forget it.

Don't want to...

Today I have to go to the publishing house to settle the first issue of the royalties.

There is still a lot of work to do in this matter.

He raised his head and looked at two young black men with flower turbans outside the car window, holding pistols and confronting each other.

He nodded involuntarily.

Well, the Bronx is here.

After getting off the bus, Wang Jian quickly ran back to the apartment, washed up, and changed his clothes.

Then, I took a bus to Xuele Press in Manhattan.

At the entrance of Xuele Publishing House, as always, there was a group of people holding copies of the first half of the manuscript and a copy of the story outline to the people who came and went to distribute it.

These people are all people who have been rejected by various publishing houses but do not want to give up their literary dreams.

They hope that their manuscripts will be recognized by other editors, and then their works will be published.

And they can also become best-selling novelists who become famous in one book.

And the result...

Let’s put it this way, New York publishing houses and music companies are the most in the United States.

Therefore, there are the most dream chasers of literature and music here.

And among the homeless people in major cities across the United States.

The homeless man from New York also has the highest literary and musical literacy.

Just like the homeless man in Los Angeles, the average appearance is the highest.

Wang Jian politely declined the manuscript handed over by several middle-aged people and quickly walked into Xuele Publishing House.

After registering his name at the front desk, he came to Roy's office again.

But this time, Wang Jian’s mood was different from last time.

And his relationship with Roy is also different from last time.

However, Roy seemed to smile without any change, got up and shook hands...

It's like, the last time I threatened to hide "I Am the Great Master" in a cafe, it was not him.

This is the legendary, "bussiness    is    bussiness”?

Wang Jian shook hands with Roy awkwardly while thinking.

Sure enough, I did not have the talent to become a successful businessman.

Not as thick-faced as they are!

"Congratulations, Wang." Roy smiled, "I am the Great Master" has sold 170,000 copies so far."

"The French and Latin versions will also be released in a week."

"You've really become a best-selling novelist." Roy clapped and clapped himself.

But Wang Jian didn't want to pay attention to him now, just watched quietly.

Seeing that the other party had no expression, Roy shrugged indifferently.

As an artist...

Who hasn't gotten weird?

He has dealt with best-selling writers once or twice.

There are many people who have been cheated by him.

But in the end, these unruly "artists" have not only become famous writers.

Most of them come back obediently and publish their works to Xuele Publishing House?

After all, Xuele Publishing House does not strive to increase the price of books and eat the royalties of books like other publishers.

You should know that the ceiling of the so-called bestseller authors has only 18%.

The big part of its money actually comes from signature fees and various copyright income.

The publishing house makes profits based on royalties.

What are the hardcover versions, commemorative versions, special versions, collector's versions... These are all the ideas of the publisher.

Xuele Publishing House has not used this method for some reason.

Roy looked at Wang Jian opposite him and firmly thought: the other party had another good work and would definitely come back to ask for him in the future.

Because the work of "I Am a Great Master" cannot support the pricing of $30 for other publishers.

But Wang Jian didn't care what Roy was thinking. His mind was full of money now.

"Didn't you say that you want to divide the 4% royalty into settlement today?" Wang Jian asked.

"Of course." Roy readily took a document and handed it over.

"Look at it, if you have no objection, sign it. Then you can go to the Finance Office to receive the check."

And tm's file?

Wang Jian frowned.

While taking the documents, he thought about whether he would get the royalties and go to find a lawyer first.

But when he looked down, he felt relieved.

This is the sales of each bookstore when the royalty is divided by 4%.

Wang Jian looked at the total number.

110,000 volumes.

Well, it is the total number of books signed for a 4% royalty-sharing contract.

Then, without looking at the specific sales situation carefully, the note was marked.

It’s not that he is not worried about Xuele Publishing House making fraud.

It is mainly because every book is taxed.

The unit responsible for collecting is called: the IRS.

If even irs can't be found, Wang Jian would admit it.

In this way, he obtained the 4% royalty-share "I Am the Great Master" from the Finance Office of Xuele Publishing House, with a total of 110,000 copies, totaling US$44,000.

When Wang Jian walked out of the publishing house with a check in his hand, he finally felt that he had read the online articles of his previous life in vain.

It can really be exchanged for money!

So, what is the best money for?

invest?

Bitcoin?Google?facebook?

This is his only vague memory of his past life.

But during community labor, Wang Jian asked.

No one knows what these are.
To be continued...