The female editor looked at the yard and looked a little worried. She hesitated and said, "Boss, should I go in and ask first? If she doesn't want to see us, then forget it."
Delmar also looked at Meg and said with a smile, "Boss Padal, you often deal with authors. It's inevitable that some of them are shy and don't want to deal with people."
"Let's ask first. If she really doesn't want to see us, then forget it." Meg didn't insist. Anyway, he already knew the address. He wasn't afraid that he could run away.
The female editor nodded slightly and knocked on the door.
After a while, a lazy voice came from inside. "Who is it?"
"A woman?"
Delmar and Meg were surprised.
Meg didn't expect that the guy with such a coquettish pen name was actually a girl.
Of course, what surprised him even more was why Delmar was so surprised. Wasn't this the author of their company?
"It's me!" The female editor replied.
"Didn't you just hand in the manuscript? Can't you let me have a good sleep? "The voice from inside was a little angry and dissatisfied.
"This voice, why does it sound a little familiar?" Meg frowned.
Delmar secretly glanced at Meg and then winked at the female editor.
The female editor could only bite the bullet and said, "My … My boss wants to see you and talk to you about the book cooperation. The boss of another publishing house also wants to see you."
There was silence inside for a while. Then the window opened a small crack. Three knives flew out and nailed into the tree in front of them.
"No!"
The window closed with a bang and there was no sound.
Looking at the three sabers that flew past his face, Delmar's forehead was covered in cold sweat. He swallowed and forced a smile. "Hehe … Well, the authors nowadays even know how to perform acrobatics. The requirements are getting higher and higher."
Meg looked at the three knives. They didn't go deep into the tree, but the tips of the knives were firmly inserted into the tree.
It meant that the girl didn't have much strength, but her accuracy was good. She should have practiced a lot.
Of course, this was not important. What was important was that he had confirmed three things.
The Northwest Lone Wolf was a woman. He should have seen this woman before. She was a young lady.
"Looks like this author is quite arrogant. Since that's the case, let's call off our collaboration." Meg turned around and left.
"Hey hey hey! Boss Padal, we can still discuss this matter … "Delma was stunned. He didn't expect Meg to change his attitude so quickly. Just now, he said that he didn't want to meet him. Why did he suddenly say that they should forget about the cooperation?
After chasing Meg for three blocks, Delmar was the last one who was out of breath.
"Hi!"
Delmar slapped his thigh heavily. His face turned blue out of anger.
The female editor also chased after Delma for three streets. Panting heavily, she stopped behind Delma. "Bo … Boss, where is he?"
"Gone …" Delmar looked back at the editor with disappointment, "Your bonus and salary are gone too."
"No way, didn't we agree on this?" The female editor's expression suddenly collapsed.
"You still dare to say that if you didn't spoil her too much, she wouldn't even dare to meet the boss! If you can't bring her to the office to see me tomorrow, you can forget about your job, "Delma said angrily.
The 20 million he was about to get flew away just like that. His heart was bleeding.
However, he had already thought of another way. Since Padal was willing to offer so much money to cooperate with him, it meant that "Mr. Mak's Incestuous Little Wife" was indeed very promising in the Roth Empire. As a publishing house that held the copyright, although they didn't have channels in the Roth Empire, they could totally work with the few leading publishers.
Perhaps they could even make more money.
As for letting the Northwest Lone Wolf come to the publishing house, one was to give her some deterrence and let her know her identity. She was just an author. What was there to be arrogant about?
Secondly, he wanted to sign a new contract with her and bind her to the Delmar Publishing House so that other publishing houses wouldn't have a chance to interfere.
If this book became popular, it would prove that she was a capable author. She might even be able to sell well in the future.
Anyway, a contract could bind her here, and she would be the cash cow of the Delmar Publishing House in the future.
Thinking of this, Delma, who was sitting in the carriage, couldn't help but laugh like a pig.
…
These fellows are getting more and more overboard. As an independent author, I will never make any concessions on this kind of thing!
In the room, Cynthia put the packed bag on her back and looked at the small mountain of knives in the corner of the room with a reluctant expression.
If she sold them all, she could buy a lot of meat buns.
"It's okay. I'm just going out to relax. I'll be back after a while. Be good. Maybe I'll have to rely on you to support me when I come back without money." Cynthia went forward and pulled out the sharpest knife from the mountain of knives. She wrapped it in cowhide and hid it close to her body. Then, she leaned in front of the door and looked around for a while. After making sure that there was no one outside, she slipped out quietly.
"I didn't expect it to be her." Meg revealed half of his face from the alley entrance with a strange expression.
He knew this girl. On the day when Irina returned to the restaurant, this girl suddenly jumped out and almost nailed him to the pillar of shame.
But he didn't expect that she was the 'Northwest Lone Wolf' who wrote such a story behind his back.
Thinking of her performance that day, was it because she was too immersed in writing in the middle of the night? Was that why she made such a joke?
Although she was a regular customer of the restaurant, Meg didn't want to let go of this kind of customer who had ulterior motives.
After all, the rumors she made had already brought him trouble, and this trouble was still fermenting.
Meg followed her from a distance and finally stopped in front of a small hotel.
"It seems that she's going to hide here for a few days. She still knows how to save face." Meg looked at the shop sign of the small hotel and was thinking about how to negotiate with this family.
In the end, Cynthia, who had just entered, came out of the hotel in high spirits. Her bag was gone. It should have been left in the room.
Meg turned his head sideways and heard the girl muttering to herself as she walked past. "Let's walk around first, then go to Mamy's for dinner. Today's red braised pork must be arranged. This month's royalties have to be sent to my husband."
Meg, "???"
Was she so self-conscious?
No … Why did this sound so awkward?
Did she feel that she was making money by writing pornographic novels to support him?
But this dispelled Meg's thoughts of making a move on her now. Anyway, wasn't she coming to the restaurant to eat? Why not meet her at the restaurant?
(End of chapter)
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