On the second Monday in April, in the early morning hours of Manhattan, New York, the streets were crowded with vehicles during rush hours.八★一中文网√√ Looking around, I don’t know how many streets are covered by the billowing traffic, and there are horns everywhere, and the roads are full of people who are constantly passing by. What a noisy scene, I don’t know how many. People can eat a bite of meat on this beautiful big apple, or just become the nutrient to irrigate it.

"This little thing is amazing. I really convinced Spek. How did he come up with such an idea?"

In the editorial department of Bantam Books, Brown was touching a big box excitedly. This box is only the size of a briefcase, and the thickness is no more than three or two books. The skin is steel, but the weight is not high. A flashing light bulb realizes that it is working. As for its function, it opens up a lot of book editors. Vision.

"It's not how he came up with the idea, but the people in Silicon Valley are so talented."

My colleague Blaney wiped the table. He just joined the company: "Such a small box can replace the functions of an entire professional computer, and the price is at least four or five times cheaper. I really convinced them, why? Designed?"

Just when Blaney wanted to take a look, Brown laughed and pulled his hands away: "Just keep your hands and feet away from it. Although the price of this router is very cheap, it's 2,000 yuan. Ah, do you still want to pay the rent?"

Blaney said, "I'm a native of New York, how can I have to pay the rent? But Brown, this order is definitely not small. When I saw their delivery last week, it was at least a dozen tin boxes. , A briefcase like this is two thousand dollars! Tsk, IT industry is easy to make money, look at us, a book is only a few dollars?"

"Don't take a tin box, it's called a router!"

This is the large office area. Brown is not the only one present. Not far away, the young Edson said: "Look at my mouth, Blinney, the way, the way, the device! Did you see it clearly!?"

"Oh **** it! Isn't it just a new word, you treat me as illiterate!?"

Seeing Edson laughing and avoiding the thrown pen, Brown smiled: "Okay, okay, I won't tell you more, I still have a job, let's go first."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were silent, and looked at Brown enviously.

This big brother has reached it recently.

That was all last year, and I didn't know what luck he had on earth, so I discovered Alice-Wang, a cutting-edge writer. It's strange to say that she didn't even bother to participate in the new book fair, but the performance of "Jurassic Park" was singing along the way like taking medicine. Just last month, this book just ranked third in the "New York Times" related rankings. Not only the local version, but the Japanese, French, Italian, and Portuguese versions are also widely acclaimed overseas, and many book fans even write. Letter to Bantam, asking the author for various details.

No way, because Alice asked for a low-key handling from the beginning, there is no personal introduction with a profile picture on the last page of the book cover, just say the name and the city of residence, at most, she said that she is an Asian girl. .

Yes, only this limited information still makes many people see the tricky. The publisher used the word "girl" instead of "woman", and even related newspapers revealed that when the Japanese version of "Jurassic Park" was released, bantam made a request to Japan across the Pacific Ocean. Don’t use the word "女" in the introduction, but use "女の子" instead.

Without mentioning how colleagues and readers guessed the author's identity, as far as Bantam internally is concerned, Brown's position has taken a 180-degree turn. If so, he was just a little old man with less and less grades and with more than ten years of work experience, then now, he has become the only contact for the rookie king!

This is also something that makes many editors very depressed. Even the editor-in-chief Domingo is very painful. It should be said that Alice is really lazy. With an editor's phone number, others don’t want her business card if she is rushing to send her. No matter the identity of the editor-in-chief or even the chairman of the board is more valuable, keeping Brown's call will ignore the others. Therefore, whether it is the company contacting her, or she has something to find a company, Brown can really say that he is in control, all with his mouth.

Fortunately, as a senior editor, Brown knows what is most important. The cooperation has been going on for nearly a year. There is always a good situation with each other, and they often cause all kinds of things that are welcome.

Just like the day before yesterday, Brown just hung up and chatted with Alice. Later, he swore to his colleagues again and again that he just said it casually, but he still inevitably made all his colleagues punch and kick the envy and envy.

The sentence is: "By the way, Alice, since this book is so popular, how about writing another one?"

Then the other party said without hesitation: "Yes, I will come to the company the day after tomorrow and send you a manuscript."

The day after tomorrow, send a copy of the manuscript.

There was not even a half-second delay between one question and one answer.

"Asshole John, did you just hit the **, your luck hasn't gone away!? A manuscript! A writer's hard work for months, so I was called by you!? The day after tomorrow!? You Sure she can come the day after tomorrow!?"

After learning of this result, Domingo's shouts could be heard by all levels, and all the staff in the editorial department unanimously affirmed that this kid Brown is about to reach it again.

Because the quality of this second book is definitely not bad, right?

At about ten o'clock in the morning, a beautiful figure appeared at the editorial department of Bantam Book Company.

"Is Brown there?"

A series of white dresses set off a perfect figure, half-inch low-heeled sandals walked without sound, a jet-black long silky shawl, and a dark and shiny small bag in his hand is obviously Prada's latest style this year. When the guests finally arrived, Edmond, who happened to be sitting at the door, was completely dumbfounded.

"Ah...Brown? Brown...is, here..."

"Oh, Alice!"

"Hey, this isn't Alice, you can count it, John is in his office. Hey, John, get out!"

As soon as they saw someone, the editorial department suddenly became lively. Taking Blaney as an example, a number of editors who had known the girl hurried forward to greet him. At the same time, a door in a corner of the office opened, and Brown walked out of the house quickly, before he could see anything clearly, he shouted, "Who called me? Who called me?"

"Hey, John."

Alice looked for Brown and patted her little bag. For a moment, as if she were an old employee of the editorial department, she pointed to a room: "Talk to the meeting room?"

Brown laughed and shook hands with Alice, looking at the girl in front of him who could be his own daughter, the folds on his face could almost kill flies: "No problem, talk in the conference room, let's go to the conference room to talk. Hey, Edmund, quickly pour us a cup of tea, Alice likes black tea the best, hurry up!"

So, before Edmund could say a word, he and Alice walked into the meeting room.

"Ah...that was...Alice-Wang?"

It wasn't until this moment that Edmund finally recovered, and his mouth grew in surprise: "So beautiful little girl?"

An editor looked at this young company newcomer jokingly, and said slyly: "What's the matter, kid, you won't like that girl?"

A joke, but Edmund made a big red face, and quickly argued: "What nonsense, she should be only thirteen years old, how could I be interested in such a small girl?"

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Who is blushing!? Bastard~lightnovelpub.net~ You are telling me again, who is blushing!?"

Not to mention the fight between Edmund and his old colleague, Blaney touched his chin thoughtfully, looked at the door of the closed conference room, and muttered to himself: "Thirteen years old, yes Not really, but the girl's cup is really big..."

At the same time the voice fell.

"Alice, what's the matter?"

In the conference room, Brown saw that Alice's eyebrows twitched vigorously when she had just sat down, and asked curiously.

Alice raised her eyebrows and snorted, but she didn't say anything, she just tugged the skirt fabric on her chest, and then opened the small handbag.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's take a look at my manuscript this time."

With that said, she took out a manuscript almost as thick as "Jurassic Park".