This was the second time that Delmar had met Cynthia. Just this morning, this crazy woman had given his big baby a big blow.
However, the negotiation process was much easier than he had imagined. With just a simple negotiation, Cynthia agreed to most of his requests, including re-signing the contract, extending the authorization period, and submitting the manuscript again in ten days.
"Isn't it too easy?" Delmar returned to the carriage and asked the editor sitting opposite him with a bit of disbelief.
"She has always been like this. She doesn't care much about anything." The female editor said carefully.
"Great!" Delmar clapped his hands and hugged the female editor with a laugh. He said generously, "From today on, you are the chief editor. I will arrange the personnel transfer for you when we go back. Your salary will be doubled starting from next month."
"Thank you, boss." The female editor was so excited that her face turned red. She didn't expect that the edge of dismissal would be a promotion and a raise.
Delmar closed his eyes and began to think about the details of the contract tomorrow.
Although he had just reached a verbal agreement with Cynthia, her book was still in his hands. If she wanted to make money, she had to be obedient.
Cyril had promised to be the guarantor, and the follow-up of the work was guaranteed. The deal was done.
…
Meg met Cynthia in the small hotel. She packed her things and went to live in that small hotel again.
"I have done as you said." Cynthia looked at Meg and said. Her eyes were a bit evasive and her face was a bit red.
It was the first time that she had been alone with Mr. Mak in a small room. It really made her heart beat faster.
Mag nodded slightly, and said, "Very good. I will look for you when I need you. You better disguise yourself before you go out these two days. Don't let anyone recognize you, and don't let anyone find you."
"Okay." Cynthia agreed softly. Looking at Meg who was about to leave, she hesitated for a while and couldn't help but gnash her teeth and say, "Mr. Mak, after this is over, can I still go to Mamy's for dinner?"
"It won't be over so soon." Meg looked at her and smiled. He turned around and left without looking back.
Cynthia stood there in a daze. After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't understand what Meg meant.
"Could it be … Mr. Mak wants to use this as a threat to make me … to make me his Little Xin? A small hotel, no one knows about it, no one is allowed to go out … Isn't this imprisoning Paly?! "
…
Meg didn't know that the girl's little brain could fill in so many things. He only thought that at this time tomorrow, some people would have a headache about going bankrupt.
He wasn't very good at business wars, but he still had his family's bloodline. He could easily use some of the tricks that he heard the old men bragging after meals to toy with these guys.
"Boss, how is it? The rumors outside are getting worse and worse. Should we give an explanation? " Yabemiya and the others had arrived at the restaurant early in the morning. When they saw Meg returning from outside, they all gathered around him and asked with concern.
"Don't worry, it's a piece of cake. I've already contacted the author of this book. She has also agreed to write an apology letter to clarify everything." Meg said with a relaxed smile.
"You met the author, Northwest Lone Wolf? Is she a girl or a guy? "
"Is she a regular of the restaurant? She must be a girl, right? Little Xin? "
"Is she pretty? Or is she handsome? "
The girls were all interested, but their focus made Meg a little speechless.
"I say, why are you all so interested in an author?" Meg rolled his eyes. "He's a guy, a forty-something-year-old guy."
"Wow! How can this be! It's over, it's over. "
"I can't believe that the person who wrote such a detailed article is a big guy, not a pretty girl."
The ladies were greatly disappointed and immediately lost their interest.
"However, Boss, I'm even more impressed by your charm now. What kind of charm do you have to make a burly man in his 40s write something so detailed? It's really jaw-dropping," Angela said to Mag with a weird expression.
Meg squinted at her and didn't want to answer her stupid question.
"Now that the author has made a statement, this matter should be solved. Those who spread the rumor are really too much. They want our restaurant to be involved in a scandal and then fail." Yabemiya said angrily.
"Even if there is a scandal, the customers who leave can't go to them." Meg shook his head with a smile and turned to the kitchen to prepare for the evening business.
"Phyllis, come here. I'll teach you how to knead dough." Meg shouted in the kitchen.
"Coming!" Phyllis rushed into the kitchen like a gust of wind. Her face was full of excitement. She was finally qualified to unlock new skills.
…
At ten o 'clock the next morning, Meg and Irina, who was disguised as a secretary, met Cyril at Delmar Publishing as expected.
Irina took out the contract and asked Delmar and Cyril to confirm it again.
Delmar skimmed through the contract and checked the amount. Then he confirmed that the contract was correct.
Cyril didn't even bother to read it. He looked at Meg and asked, "Are you going to print a million copies?"
Mag glanced at him and curled his lips into a smile. He nodded, and said, "Yes."
"Good. Then you have to sell them all. Let the story of this scumbag and bitch spread across the Norland Continent." Cyril's smile became more and more smug.
"This is a literary work," Meg said calmly.
Delmar was afraid that Cyril would irritate Meg, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes. This is an excellent literary work. Mr. Lev, we've checked the contract. There's no problem. Let's sign it."
"Okay." Meg nodded. Irina handed him a pen. He signed his name and pressed his thumbprint on the contract.
Delmar and Cyril, the guarantor, also learned the Thousand-Character Fingerprint.
"There are three copies of the contract. We each keep one copy." Meg put away a copy and snapped his fingers.
Irina took out a silver note and gave it to him.
"This is five million copper coins. It's the first royalty." Meg pushed the silver note to Delmar. He stood up and reached out his right hand. "Nice working with you, Mr. Delmar."
"Nice working with you, Mr. Lev." Delmar shook hands with Meg with a big smile. Then he took the silver note and checked it carefully. Then he filled out a receipt and handed it to Meg.
Cyril was a little envious as he looked on from the side. Earning 5,000,000 copper coins so easily was truly a good business opportunity.
Meg left with Irina. When they went out, the wind happened to rise. The willow branches were swaying, and the catkins were flying.
"That's a pretty good funeral scene." Mag grinned coldly.
(End of Chapter)
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