I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Sure enough, these people reported their families, and they were all from famous publishers in the Stars and Stripes.

They offered to chat with Du Caige privately.

One of them, who seemed to be on good terms with Collidio, shouted, "Fran, set us up a place to talk."

"Come with me upstairs," said Collidio sullenly.

Everyone followed him upstairs, and Duan Xiaochen wanted to come too, but Du Caige asked her to stay: "You play here for a while and accompany Claire."

Poor Claire had been a transparent person for a while. Hearing the words, he pouted and said, "I think you, Hemingway, are more suitable as friends than Duan. Duan is a little woman, and she can only pretend to be her man. It's usually fine to be friends with her. , but in front of her boyfriend, she completely forgot about me."

Duan Xiaochen tugged at her sleeve embarrassedly: "Let's go play by the swimming pool."

On the second floor, Collidio went straight to the door of a room and knocked hard.

There was movement inside, and after half a minute, a short, stout man with a beard came over to open the door, wiping his hands on his body, wiping off some suspicious liquid, with a displeased expression: "Fran, you better have a good reason."

Collidio raised his eyebrows, "This is not a bedroom, it's a reception room! Mike, you want to find a bedroom to play with. I'm going to lend this room to someone else to talk about business."

At this time, a beautiful woman with a round body and extremely revealing clothes walked behind the bearded Mike.

Du Caige glanced at her and recognized her as a star who often appeared on the small screen.

Mike grunted, looked up, and fixed his eyes on Du Caige.

"Oh, OMG, you're Hemingway, right? I know you! OMG, Hemingway alive! I'm dreaming!" !"

Du Caige has no impression of him, he should not be a first-line director or star entertainer.

"This is Mike Graham, the most talented screenwriter of the century. You should have seen his work, Dead Mountain, did you?"

"Of course I have! I admit, that's a very good story." Du Caige laughed.

shake hands? That's it.

The suspicious viscous liquid on Mike's hand exuded a faint odor, and Du Caige was grateful.

Mike wanted to say something, but Collidio pushed him away impatiently. They are old partners, and they are not very polite to each other.

Before the tall and slender beauty left, she gave Du Caige a wink.

Du Caige would bet that if he had a few more words with her, he would definitely be blessed tonight.

But he has no such hobbies.

Du Caige and several representatives of the publishing house entered the room. The furnishings in the room were very simple: a bar, a few single sofas, a small round table and a long sofa.

Collidio also entered, poured them a glass of wine each, and left, closing the door thoughtfully.

Du Caige frowned and watched for a while, and finally determined the place where the two fought before. After deliberately avoiding it, he sat on a single sofa, let out a long sigh of relief, and rubbed his numb legs.

The room was not soundproofed very well, and the jazz music from the band downstairs came through clearly.

But it didn't affect their conversation.

After the representatives of the five publishing houses introduced themselves, you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one wanted to be the first to speak.

Judging from their expressions, they should all want a chance to talk to Du Caige alone.

Even if you want to make a bid, you have to make a private bid.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be an auction?

"I pay 16% in royalties. I pay 17%!"

Then you can't talk.

But Du Caige just pretended not to know.

He was too lazy to deal with it alone.

Although he did not say that he must continue to cooperate with Goldlin Press.

But the previous cooperation was quite pleasant, so if others couldn't come up with much better conditions, he would not consider it.

And Goudelin Publishing House was very sincere at the beginning, and the conditions it gave were already very good, and it was difficult for others to surpass it.

Moreover, now he doesn't care about money that much.

Godlin Publishing House knows how to operate and package well, and actively sends his works to the awards, and also seriously considers translating and publishing his cultivators, etc. These conditions are difficult for other publishing houses to provide.

Not as Du Caige expected.

The representatives of these publishing houses continued to emphasize the strength of their publishing houses after hesitating, "it can increase the sales of your works by another 10%".

Promising more benefits, "It will definitely be higher than the royalties Godlin will give you, and it will give you a ladder-type bonus."

"I can recommend your works to film and television companies for film and television adaptation, and help you negotiate higher copyright fees."

At the same time, he also emphasized, "It doesn't matter if this work cannot be cooperated. I hope we can cooperate in the next work."

Du Caige listened carefully, occasionally interjecting, but did not express his position.

They also knew that it was impossible to make Du Caige switch to the camp with just a few words. Today, they are mainly familiar with each other, and they will talk about it later.

In the end, Du Caige said: "I understand what you mean. Let my team talk to you about the specific details."

Then leave their contact details and send them out.

He himself went back to the room, slumped on the chair, and gasped for breath.

Damn, I feel like going to a party is more tiring than running a 10km marathon.

After breathing for a while, I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" The voice was sweet, with a Latino accent.

Du Caige recalled for a moment, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was. He originally suspected that it was the Latina beauty Michelle from before, but after thinking about it, he thought it was not.

So he refused: "Sorry, I have something to do now."

"Don't you want to do something else? I'm great." There was a hint of seduction in the voice.

"No need!" Du Caige loudly refused.

Then the door was pushed open, and Duan Xiaochen walked in with a smile, and said in her usual voice, "You've passed the customs."

Du Caige glared at her feebly. This guy, ventriloquism is getting better and better, learning what it is like.

The Latin accent just now was really learned. "You are getting fatter and fatter. Go back and see how I punish you."

"Why are you looking like this, I know you're not happy, but there are so many beautiful women tonight, all of whom want to throw themselves in their arms right away. Why are people worried?"

"I'm worried about your size."

"Okay, don't be angry, you don't have to go back and punish, I'll compensate you now, okay?"

With that said, Duan Xiaochen locked the door with his backhand, came to him, smiled and bent down...

The slur sounded.

...

Du Caige's enjoyment was interrupted by another knock on the door.

Meyer's arrogant voice sounded from the door: "Hemingway, can we talk?"

Duan Xiaochen quickly zipped up Du Caige, straightened up, picked up Du Caige's wine and walked to the window, pretending to enjoy the night view.

Du Caige sorted out his clothes, "Please come in."

The door lock rattled a few times. "Please open the door."

Du Caige had to go over and twist the door lock, and Mayer rushed in with the smell of alcohol.

He looked in his forties, not in his fifties.

Appearance can only say, not too ugly.

Small eyes, a slightly crooked mouth, and missing teeth.

The skin is very white, and the broad, square chin is clean-shaven and has a cyan color.

Seeing Duan Xiaochen's back, Mayer was taken aback, "Oh, sorry to bother you."

"It's fine. Please sit down!"

After the two sat down, Mayer glanced at Duan Xiaochen, "Uh, is it convenient to talk now?"

Du Caige felt a little uncomfortable.

What's the inconvenience of talking in front of my girlfriend? If I hadn't known your disgusting character, I would have thought you were deliberately alienating you.

Although he appreciates Meyer's films, Du Caige has put out his thoughts of making friends with him.

It's not that people with flawed characters can't be friends. For example, Tian Ying, Du Caige's royal photographer, also has flaws.

Assistant Fang Muchen actually has a lot of personality flaws.

But Du Caige is more pleasant to interact with them.

This Mayer is too arrogant, too egotistical, and too sharp to make people uncomfortable.

Du Caige said lightly, "Go ahead, she won't disturb us."

The word he uses is "Shoot", which means shooting. Of course, it can also mean "speak quickly", but this expression is not very polite. .

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

Since this Mayer didn't know how to be polite, Du Caige didn't bother to talk to him.

"A Song of Ice and Fire," Mayer said impatiently, "let it be made by me! I will make it into a classic movie that will be remembered in film history!"