When the morning sun in Manhattan is getting stronger.

Wang Jian walked out of the bank.

He held a booklet and flipped it with interest.

Is this a check sheet?

Sign the name and fill in the amount to use it as money?

It feels quite fun.

He stood on the streets of Manhattan, feeling that his waist had never been so strong before.

then…

He then swelled.

He walked into the real estate agency in Manhattan and planned to rent an apartment here.

Half an hour later.

Wang Jian staggered out of the real estate agency.

A one-bedroom apartment costs $1,000 per month?

Still the same kind of apartment built during World War II, which was older than myself?

Why did Hitler only blow up London and not blow up Manhattan?

The most critical issue is to provide personal credit records and proof of income.

People like me who cannot provide these things must go to the guarantee company to pay three months of rent in exchange for a guarantee contract.

In this way, the landlord is willing to rent the house to you.

As for buying an apartment?

Wang Jian didn't dare to inquire about the price at all.

well…

Forget it, forget it.

Brooklyn is actually pretty good.

It is said that the rent there is only slightly higher than that in the Bronx, but the security is much better than that in the Bronx.

More importantly, there are not as many bad rules in Manhattan.

He looked at the sign of Morgan Bank and Goldman Sachs in the distance and couldn't help but sigh.

Manhattan is worthy of being the heart of the global financial industry.

There are so many rich people here.

Wang Jian calculated in his mind.

$44,000, in New York City, it is just enough to get out of the extreme poverty stage and just enough food and clothing.

Time is endless.

I have to copy out the "Arcane God" in my mind to see if I can get money again.

He was worried and got on the bus back to the Bronx.

When I was about to return to the apartment, I began to translate the first volume of "The Arcane God" and waited for the afternoon of community labor.

The bus starts slowly.

The crowd of people in suits and ties, but in a hurry, were gradually left behind.

Half an hour later.

Wang Jian got off the bus and saw at a glance that there was a pool of blood and several pots of chrysanthemums between the two black men who were confronting each other in the morning.

He took a deep breath.

Well, it is still the freedom breath that belongs to the Bronx alone.

Wang Jian didn't stay for a long time. After buying two hamburgers on the side of the road, he returned to the apartment.

Sitting on the sofa in the apartment, he was gnawing on the burger while holding paper and pen and writing.

First of all, you have to use Chinese characters to write down the novel in your mind.

Then, make appropriate modifications to make it closer to American life.

Finally, Chinese translation into English.

Write a story summary and the first tens of thousands of words and you can submit it.

I already have "I Am a Great Master" and have set the foundation in front of it.

Then, the new book should be able to get a guaranteed royalty and a pretty good royalty share.

Just when he was writing like a flying man.

The phone rings.

Wang Jian frowned.

This feeling of being immersed in something and being suddenly disturbed is particularly unhappy.

He patiently answered the phone and made a decision.

If it is a sales promotion, you will unplug the telephone line later.

"Hey, hello. This is the food advertising department of Hongmeng Advertising Company. I am the advertising planner Linen. Are you the author of "I am the Great Master", Mr. Wang?"

Advertising company?

What do they do for themselves?

Wang Jian replied in a little puzzled manner: "Is there anything I have?"

"That's right. Our company wants to get the advertising authorization for "I am the Great Master". When do you have time, we can meet and discuss in detail."

Advertising authorization for "I Am the Great Master"?

Wang Jian looked at the microphone with a little confusion. Isn’t this really a liar?

How to authorize that thing?

In the printed section below, change the manuscript, and only by eating tacos of some kind can you increase the magic?

Stop teasing...

Wang Jian was about to refuse, but he heard the phone say again, "We will give you very generous rewards based on the years."

Great reward?

Wang Jian's eyes lit up.

actually…

Not impossible, either.

Popeye also eats "bobo" brand canned spinach.

Mike eats a brand of tacos...

Not an exaggeration?

He was thinking in his heart.

Suddenly, I thought of the secret loss when signing a contract with the publishing house.

Well…

Or, decide to delay.

At least, you have to find a lawyer, right?

So, Wang Jian said: "It is not convenient for me to talk to you now. Please leave your contact information. I will contact you in a few days."

"Your authorization is very important to our company, we are very sincere..." The other end of the phone was still chattering and persuading.

Finally, after more than ten minutes of compliment, the other party finally left the contact information.

"Linn, phone: xxx."

Wang Jian hung up the phone, looked at the note on his hand, and carefully inserted it into the manuscript of "The Arcane God".

Then he raised his head and began to think.

Where to find a lawyer?

In Manhattan, in the office building where Hongmeng Advertising Company is located.

Lynn put down the microphone and rubbed his red hair all over his head with a little distress.

The department head next to her asked, "How is it? What does the other party say?"

"I'll talk about it in a few days." Lynn looked up at the supervisor, "But he shouldn't have authorized it to other advertising companies."
To be continued...