Jingle Bell.
The wooden door inlaid with glass was pushed open, and the bell on it swayed.
Sean and his party entered the "Westwood Bookstore".
The curly-haired woman wearing a headscarf looked up, and her eyes quickly fell back to the book in front of her: "Please read as you like."
The bookstore was very quiet. The sunlight shined through the glass and illuminated the golden slopes. There were tiny dust particles dancing in the slopes. The wind that Sean walked through made them suddenly dance wildly...
The leather shoes tapped on the ground, making a crisp sound, and Sean quickly walked to the pile of best-selling books.
He looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise: various popular books were placed in the most conspicuous positions, forming a colorful "city wall".
Sean is particularly concerned about one of the "bricks" built into the city wall - the dark red-covered "Lulwich Short Stories of Horror"...
What surprised Sean Dickinson was that the number of dark red books was the smallest, and the low stack of books was like the open gate of this "castle".
"That book is selling very well, sir." The clerk, who had been reading, turned out to be able to do two things at once. She just glanced at it and reminded her aloud.
Aaliyah Dickinson, who loves reading, walked up behind her brother and blinked curiously: "...is this the one?" Sean would share secrets with Aaliyah, and she naturally knew that Lulwich was Sean. Pseudonym in "New Terror".
Sean turned to look at his sister and nodded happily.
"The sales are so good!" Aaliyah also noticed the gap in the stack of books and exclaimed softly.
After being happy for Sean, she couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.
The second volume of "The Collected Poems of Dickinson" has been published, but neither of them is a bestseller...
Compared to reading poetry, everyone still likes thrilling things.
Although she knew that there was no significance in comparing the sales of the two books, Aaliyah still felt like she was being outdone by Sean in her area of pride.
A little disappointed.
The attentive brother discovered this. He coughed lightly, walked to the poetry bookshelf next to him, and pulled out a thin green hard-cover book with the gilded title "Dickinson's Poems": "Compared to that shallow story, I still prefer words like this..."
Seeing her brother pretending to be serious, Aaliyah burst out laughing and punched Sean on the arm.
Sean frowned deliberately: "What are you doing? I'm just here to buy this poetry book."
"Don't you have everything at home?"
Sean was stunned for a moment, and then said: "This is a new edition... I like the color of the cover, so I will buy it again!"
Aaliyah also pursed her lips: "I may have read too many poetic things, so I just want to read this kind of 'shallow' text..." As she said this, she read from the few remaining "Short Story Collection" books. He picked up a book from the pile and walked towards the counter.
"Lulwich's short stories," Sean blinked, "haven't you read them all?"
The young girl smiled slyly and raised the book in her hand: "I like this cover too."
The clerk, who was smiling as he watched the interaction between the brother and sister, thought it was just two cute customers discussing the books they wanted to buy...
What she didn't know was that the two people in front of her were actually the authors of these two books.
When the two of them placed two books, one red and one green, on the counter, Ms. Wind Chime, who had always been silent, also placed a book on the table.
Sean looked down and saw that it was a book with a black cover.
"Thus Spoke Zarathustra", Nietzsche's most famous work. According to legend, some explorers even use it as a "special study book".
In Sean's eyes, Olivia tilted her head slightly, and her red eyes seemed to tell her: If you want to defeat the enemy, you must first understand the enemy.
Sean frowned slightly. With a slightly distracted mind, I suddenly noticed the slowly closing sun above my head...
The person holding the candle is silent and always remains awake and alert.
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Sean later learned that the best-selling short story collection brought him a large amount of royalties.
When he saw the NZ$2,200 money order sent by "New Fear" magazine, Sean actually cheered for a while.
After all, according to the publishing contract, this is only the first income.
The next immediate task is to open a newspaper. It is conceivable that this will be Sean's most expensive project to date, and of course the more revenue the better at the moment.
From this, I had to secretly sigh how wise it was to use my first spiritual upgrade to create the elixir mist.
It was already night time, and Sean, who was wearing a "Wasteland Gunslinger" mask, his whole body attire and his temperament had changed, walked to an unmanned garage in the dock area.
There was an extremely ordinary Ford Model T sedan parked in the garage. Sean took out the key and opened the trunk of the vehicle.
He took out a small box in the trunk, then took out two suitcases filled with bottles of elixir mist from the invisible stomach bag, put the goods in, closed the car door, and left quietly Got——
This inconspicuous car, safely parked in the garage, is the transit point for Sean and Mr. Newpoint to conduct transactions.
Mr. Newpoint put the money for the goods in the trunk, and Sean took the money and put the goods in it.
After changing clothes in a deserted place, Sean got into his car.
In the car, he opened the paper box, which contained a stack of New Zealand dollars neatly arranged and exuding a unique fragrance - a total of three thousand.
There is also a handwritten letter from Mr. Drew of New York in the box.
In the letter, Drew's tone was quite enthusiastic.
After taking into account the market response, his forecast for the sales volume of the elixir mist is quite optimistic.
Quite optimistic - Sean was keenly aware that when Mr. Newpoint wrote these words, his pen tip unconsciously increased strength.
Even though he was just reading a restrained letter, Sean could still sense Mr. Newpoint's excitement.
After all, elixir mist is a product that doesn’t have to worry about sales, and the market is particularly hungry for it.
It is a product that can be exchanged for as many New Zealand dollars as you invest...
Drew went on to write that the key to improving overall profits was to put more product on the market, so he indirectly asked about the possibility of expanding production capacity...
After reading the letter, Sean chuckled.
He knew that Drew's purpose in writing this letter was to expand production capacity.
Sean could understand that such a potential product could only bring in a few thousand New Zealand dollars in monthly income, which must be a torture for Drew, who is money-oriented.
However, Sean has his own plan and rhythm in mind.
Of course he will increase the production of elixir mist, but this is something that cannot be rushed.
Because the improvement of faith can only be done slowly.
So, he drafted a reply in his mind.
On the one hand, he reassured his ambitious partner that the increase in production capacity was indeed planned.
On the other hand, he also made it clear that since the production process of elixir mist is extremely complex and it is difficult to increase production, this matter can only be discussed in the long term...
At the end of the letter, Sean once again reminded Mr. Newborn that the sales price could not be changed.
Sean knows that Drew has the instinct of a businessman. If the production capacity cannot be increased for a long time, Drew may violate their original agreement and increase the price of the elixir mist without authorization...
But Sean’s plan is to make this magical product an alternative to “first aid carbonated syrup” in the future.
Benefit all explorers, rather than becoming a luxury exclusive to the strong.
Therefore, controlling the selling price may temporarily reduce income, but it can establish the public image of the elixir mist from the beginning...
Sean believed that his good intentions were enough to keep his partner patient.
Two large amounts of income suddenly filled Sean's depleted wallet.
Prior to this, the dividend from the black magic product transaction in cooperation with Daisy and Bill was increased to 650 yuan per month.
In the face of these two incomes, the black market dividends that Sean once cared about no longer seemed so attractive.
With enough money in hand, Sean knew he could finally start his long-gestating second plan: starting his own newspaper.
