The dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Due to the excitement, Carl drunk on Andy's sofa and stayed away. After sending Nelson away, he saw Carl lying on the sofa in the living room like a dead pig. Said: "Aunt Liu, give him the blanket and let him sleep on the sofa. You can also rest.

"Okay, sir." Liu Yan took a blanket from the guest room on the first floor to cover Carl, and then turned off the main light in the living room to rest.

Andy went into the bathroom, closed the door, took off his clothes, and raised his leg into the bathtub.

He more and more likes the feeling of bathing, especially looking at his increasingly strong body. It should be the welfare after crossing. The large pores of Westerners have disappeared. There are no chest hairs that make Easterners look uncomfortable and rough. Your skin has also become much more delicate.

If you want to sell for a good price, there is still a lot of work to do. Of course, in the previous work, Nielsen and Carl were in contact. For the accountant that Andy fired, Nielsen did not ask too much, just told Andy that it would be very Get him a new financial advisor with rich experience to join the negotiation team.

The comfortable hot bath let Andy completely relax, wipe it with a towel, put on a bathrobe and walked to the outside. Take out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the desk in the bedroom, and look at the night sky outside the window. Very tangled.

As the body grew stronger day by day, the party animal's restless heart and the thought of quiet and dead house collided all the time.

Depressing the urge, Andy extinguished the smoke and turned off the lights to sleep.

As soon as the next day, Carl left in a hurry, and when he got into the car, he started to make phone calls. He almost searched all the people in the phone book for all the TV stations.

After having breakfast, Andy drove around in Hollywood and drove around. It's been two months since I came here, and I haven't really looked around. Some of them are just memories in my head.

Rodeo Drive is the most upscale and most exquisite clothing business street in Los Angeles. It is home to the world-renowned and most popular designs of top international masters. Rodeo Avenue boldly uses a lot of gorgeous decoration, which accords with its status as "the most prosperous and expensive shopping avenue in the world".

At both ends of Rodeo Drive are the Beverly Hills Hotel and the Beverly Four Seasons Hotel, two of Los Angeles' top hotels. There are more than 100 famous brand stores and high-end custom brand stores on the top of the ivory tower in the fashion industry.

Next to Rodeo Avenue includes Rodeo Second Avenue and some European-style shops, as well as cobblestone streets, fountains and taverns.

Andy looked at everything so fresh and curious. Except for women's clothing stores, he hardly missed any distinctive stores. He found a lot of favorite products from a variety of goods, kept swiping cards, and messy things added up. There are eight or nine bags.

The feeling of being rich is indeed happiness. When you see something you like to buy, you don't need to worry about the price. This economic freedom makes Andy very comfortable.

Thinking about his former self, mortgage and car loan, he was almost out of breath, and he didn't dare to get married. When he got married, he thought of his girlfriend.

Hey. . . . . .

With a sigh, Andy is no longer entangled with the past, now thinking that those are just annoying.

After a few days like this, Nielsen and Carl led the team to carry out preliminary communication and negotiation with several TV stations interested in buying ideas. The last two left were NBC (National Broadcasting Corporation) and CBS (CBS). Is the most sincere.

After reading the documents in his hand, Andy threw them on the desk, watching Nelson and Carl sitting opposite each other, turning the pen in his hand gently, frowning lightly.

"NBC is only willing to bid 8 million to buy out the copyright in the United States, and refuses to share advertising revenue. CBS is only willing to bid 5 million, and also refuses to share advertising." Nielsen looked at frowning Andy and explained.

"Hum." Andy sneered, they saw that they couldn't make it, so they desperately pushed down the price.

"Karl, how's the British connection?" Andy asked Carl, who had been in a daze.

"British independent television is willing to bid 30 million pounds, plus 10% of advertising revenue to buy out our global copyright!" Carl has not sobered up the news from the call he just received, just repeating it dullly.

Both Nelson and Andy looked at each other in surprise, and then asked, "What's going on?"

"Ah? Ah! We're rich, Andy, we're rich ..." Carl, who was awake from his daze, jumped abruptly, his body fluttering and trembling, very funny.

"Well, don't be excited, tell us, what's going on?" Andy rolled his eyes and asked aloud.

"Hahaha, I heard that someone from their TV station recently proposed a draft idea, which is similar to our program idea, but it is not as perfect and novel as ours. After I faxed them, they have no news. I only called on the way today and told me they wanted to buy! "Carl still laughed with excitement, looking like a villain.

Nielsen and Andy looked at each other, and at the same time they were fortunate to have the copyright in their hands early.

"Congratulations on your boss, you have become a multi-millionaire, and maybe you will soon be a young billionaire!" Nielsen flashed envious eyes and stood up to congratulate him.

"Oh, thank you, it's all luck. Who could have thought that the by-products of writing novels are so valuable! However, I won't sell the global copyrights and tell them that I will only sell them the copyrights in the UK. I can share the revenue from the advertising Give up. "Andy couldn't stop the ecstasy, but he wasn't dizzy. Global copyright could only be held in his own hands.

"Nelson, I'll give you permission. You and Carl are in charge of negotiating with them."

"No problem, boss, you can rest assured." Nelson is also concerned about talking about this business, after all, he can receive a small reward.

"Also, Carl, the contract with Xuele Publishing House is also finished. When will my book be published?" Andy asked the agent beside him.

"I have already asked, and they said that they would be in the newspapers in the past few days, and that the advance propaganda should be in place." Carl was still red-faced and excited.

Andy nodded slightly, patted the table with both hands, stood up, smiled and said to Karl: "The place is for you to make, you are the manager here, I'm leaving, and the rest is left to you."

Andy waved his hands so that Cole and Nelson, who stood at the door, did not have to send themselves out of the small building.

This three-story small building is the office of the "Mocking Birds" copyright company. It is located in West Hollywood, and the walls are a bit mottled. The company's signboard has been hung up. A fluttering mocking bird badge is in the sun. Under the shining of the eye, it is particularly eye-catching.

The movement of Xuele Publishing House is indeed very fast. In two days, more than a dozen newspapers in the United States reported the news of Andy's new book.

Entering the company, there are a few new faces in the company today, especially the two front desk ladies. They are all about 1.70 meters tall. They have a very hot body and can pass the five senses, but the makeup on the face is a bit thick. A few more glances at Andy became less interested.

"Nima, Carl, this dead fat man would enjoy it. Although it is not superb, but it can also be said to be a beauty, and **** is not playing any hidden rules!" Andy complained secretly in his heart.

"Hello, Mr. Smith, Manager Carl and Lawyer Nielsen are waiting for you in the manager's office." One of the front desk smiled up.

Andy nodded with a smile, looking at the white shirt that was about to be exploded, and couldn't help but sigh, "The real Nima!"

Pushing open the door, seeing that Carl and Nelson were dressed in suits and shoes, there was a chatter without a word.

"How's it going? Can you decide today? It's been hard for you these days." Andy sat down on the sofa watching the two men who had been working for themselves.

"God, Andy, you're finally here, but these days have exhausted us ..." Carl complained with dissatisfaction.

"Hey, Carl, you don't have to complain. Since I'm here, are we going to start right away." Andy interrupted Carl's catwalk and looked at Nelson.

"Oh, it's almost time, and we're talking about some things on the road." Nelson picked up his briefcase and followed Andy to slowly begin to talk about the two-day negotiation process.

When he arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel, Andy saw five or six people sitting on the sofa in the lounge area and saw them entering the lobby, and quickly began to sort out his appearance and walked over to them.

Andy still has some impressions on several people. This is his negotiating team. When the two parties turn, they go to the elevator.

"Ding"

As soon as the elevator door opened, Andy saw Steve Frye, the director of the distribution department representing the negotiations of the British independent television station, who had already met once, waiting here.

"Hello Mr. Smith, it's nice to see you again." Steve Fry smiled and stretched out his hand and Andy's hand held everything.

"Hello, Mr. Fry, has kept you waiting." Andy's handsome face showed a bright smile.

"Please, here, our TV vice president in charge of variety shows has been waiting there for a long time."

Andy looked back at Nelson, the other nodded slightly, giving him a reassuring look, and he could not help speeding up.

Opening the door of the conference room, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a little fatness stood up from his seat with a smile and walked to Andy in front of a group of people.

"This is our vice president, Ed. Childs. This is Mr. Andy Smith." Steve Fry introduced.

When Chales heard it, he shook hands with Andy with a smile on his face and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Smith, you are too young."

Andy shook hands with him with a smile on his face and said, "It's my pleasure to see you."

After the two hands were released, after a few words of embarrassment, the two gangs sat down separately, but the leader was no longer Andy. Nelson, Carl, and an Andy's financial adviser made up the high-level negotiations for this time, and Andy knew that he was completely a mascot and could only watch them fight for their own benefits.