Chapter 1,297 I Believe in Satan

Style: Romance Author: Bronze Lao WuWords: 2109Update Time: 24/02/20 09:47:05
"Nice to see you again, my old friend!"

After meeting, Chrissy shook hands with Chu Heng warmly, then put the press bag on his shoulder on the table, sat down, and stared at the man opposite him with fiery eyes, who had brought him the second spring in his life. The noble man asked: "Tell me, what kind of opportunity to make a fortune is it? I took a twenty-hour flight to come here. I hope you won't waste my trust in you!"

Chrissy Boli is also a figure. After he bought Andrew's scandal from Chu Heng, he not only made a lot of money from it, but after tasting the sweetness, he immediately took the money and returned to China to start a business. I started a small newspaper and made a living by breaking the tidbits about politicians, capital... er, entrepreneurs, celebrities and other public figures.

The reason why he returned to China again this time was because he received a telegram from Chu Heng.

The content of the telegram was also concise, just four words, "Get rich soon."

Out of his professional sense of smell, coupled with the trust generated by the first pleasant cooperation, this guy responded to the message as soon as he received the telegram, and then quickly dealt with the matters at hand, and then Then he came to China non-stop.

It’s also decisive enough!

"Believe me, friend, you won't be disappointed this time!" Chu Heng looked at the dusty mop pole in front of him and admired him in his heart.

He sent a telegram to Crissy, just with the mentality of giving it a try. It would be best if he could come. If not, he would find someone else.

After all, the two have worked together before and have established initial trust with each other.

I didn’t expect that this guy would come from the other side of the ocean just because of four words!

"Then, please start. I can't wait to know what good things you have got!" Krissy rubbed her hands excitedly, her red eyes shining with green luster due to lack of rest. Looking at Chu Heng, he seemed to want to find something on him.

Chu Heng didn't show off. He glanced at the waiter who came over with a cup of coffee. After she put down the things and left, he said bluntly: "I came to you this time because of Andrew."

"Oh? Did you get some dirty information about him again?" Chrissy's eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "That's really great, my man, this guy is very popular now, he must have some dirty information. It can be sold for a good price!”

"Please listen to me patiently first, my friend." Chu Heng slowly took out the cigarette and said with a smile: "I don't have any bad information about Andrew. I came to you because Avima is writing a book recently. I would like your help in publishing my autobiography."

"autobiography?"

Chrissy was stunned for a moment, but as a reporter, he quickly sensed business opportunities. He stroked the beard on his chin thoughtfully, looked at Chu Heng and asked, "Is it miserable?"

"Here are some manuscripts. You can take a look." Chu Heng confidently took out a stack of manuscript papers from his bag and put them on the table.

In order not to return to their original unit and suffer the consequences, the gunmen have been working overtime to write the autobiography. Currently, most of it has been coded. When he went to get the manuscript in the morning, he glanced at it briefly and it was indeed a bit tear-jerking.

Chrissie quickly took the manuscript paper and flipped through it one by one at a very fast speed. As he looked at it, his movements slowed down and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

After Chu Heng observed it for a few times, he felt relieved, so he picked up the book at hand again and started reading by himself.

After a while.

"What a great book!"

Chrissy, who finally finished reading the manuscript, twisted her stiff neck and put the manuscript paper back on the table. Her shining eyes stared at Chu Heng, as if she had seen through everything: "This is your masterpiece again, my dear. Chu!"

"Although I haven't read all of it, from this part, it's easy to see that this autobiography is very good. If it maintains this level, I believe it will be able to deceive many people into tears and sympathy!"

"It just so happens that Andrew is disliked by many big people now. The appearance of this book is really timely. I believe they will be happy to see the book sell well!"

"You are very smart, my friend." Chu Heng smiled at him and praised him without hesitation.

"No, no, no, you are very smart, you are a person who understands politics!" Chrissy grinned, then eagerly picked up the coffee cup and asked, "I think we should have a chat. How can we cooperate?"

"Ding!"

Chu Heng clinked cups with him, took a sip of coffee, and kept a smile on his face: "I have already had an idea about this, you might as well listen to it."

"Please speak." Chrissie raised her hand.

"I plan to hand over this book to you to publish it as an agent. You can get the agency rights in two ways. One is to pay a one-time payment of five hundred thousand US dollars, and the other is to give me an advance payment of one hundred thousand US dollars, plus a 100% Twenty percent of the royalties!" Chu Heng bared his white teeth and wanted to take a big bite of meat.

"Are you crazy?" Chrissy directly filtered out the first method, half a million US dollars. Although he could get it, it would still require a lot of work and risks, so the second method was undoubtedly The best choice, but the advance payment of 100,000 US dollars and the 20% royalties are really annoying!

You want it too hard!

"Did you know that the royalties for best-selling authors in Citi are only 20%? Why does Avima want so much?" Chrissy put down the coffee cup with some excitement and made a loud crunching sound. , pounding the table angrily: "And the one hundred thousand US dollars, it's too much, I can't accept it!"

"Put away your poor acting skills, my friend." Chu Heng looked at him with a half-smile: "Evima is not a writer, and this book is not a simple autobiography. It will become a masterpiece in the hands of those big shots. The knife will definitely sell well! So I think the 20% royalty is very reasonable, and the advance payment of 100,000 yuan is only the price I offered because you are a friend, otherwise it would Only more!"

"Okay, okay, what you said does make sense." Chrissy saw that he could no longer act, the anger on his face disappeared instantly, and he shrugged: "But you do want too much. You have to know, I have to spend money to promote this book before it appears on the desks of those big shots, so I think 10% of the royalties is a good price, but I will pay the advance in full. This depends on us. It’s for the sake of my friends.”

"No, I will never agree to ten percent of the price. Eighteen, at least eighteen percent!"

"This is too much, I can only give you 12%!"

"Okay, okay, for God's sake, seventeen is a good number!"

"Fuck God, I believe in Satan, so I think thirteen is pretty good."

"Stop talking nonsense, just fifteen. This is my bottom line. If you don't agree, then I can only find someone else!"