"Calm down, calm down, man, this is just the beginning, four million is not the pinnacle of this book!"
With a bright red face, Chrissy dragged Chu Heng to the sofa and sat down. She grabbed a cigarette on the coffee table and lit one by herself, as if she was at her own home: "To be honest, I didn't even think about it. I never thought I could earn so much. I thought one or two million would be enough. I didn’t expect it to be so powerful and so easy. Everything has been done for you. Now I’m just like you said. Make money while lying down.”
"It's so easy to make money." Chu Heng smacked his lips with emotion and started to feel a little envious. Then he said to him: "When will the money come back? When will I get my share?"
"The domestic part is already in my account, and the overseas part will have to wait for a while, but if you are in a hurry to use the money, I can pay you your share first." Chrissy was very generous Tao, he is very courageous and never stingy with his interest partners.
"Thank you very much, man. I'm really in a hurry to use the money. I'll give you an account number later. You can quickly transfer the money." Chu Heng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, appreciating the mop rod even more.
He likes to work with smart people who know how to do things.
"No problem, I'll send you the money tomorrow."
Krissy nodded happily, then rubbed her hands with a wink and said to him: "Chu, are you interested in cooperating with me again?"
"How to cooperate?" Chu Heng asked doubtfully.
"You have the resources and I have the channels. You can use the resources at hand to write some more books and let me distribute them. The royalties and other things are easy to negotiate." Chrissy said with a hopeful look on his face: "You know, In order to publish Avima's autobiography, I acquired a publishing house, and now I urgently need to enrich my library."
"Is this okay?"
Chu Heng hesitated and said: "I'm not very optimistic about this business. Given the cultural differences between the East and the West, the books written by those people should not have too many audiences."
"There may not be many, but there will definitely be. And, can you guarantee whether there will be a dark horse here?" Chrissy, who was very familiar with China's situation, saw that there was something going on, and quickly continued to encourage him: "Besides, what's in your hands?" There are so many people, and it’s a waste to be idle. Wouldn’t it be great to write some books and make some money? Maybe you can even get an award for it.”
When Chu Heng thought about it, this was indeed the case. The pen holders he had found before were indeed so idle that they were almost growing mushrooms. Instead of letting them eat dry food, it was better to use the waste.
It doesn’t matter whether you make more or less, as long as you can make money.
"That's it." Chu Heng nodded happily and agreed, then thought about it and said: "In this way, you can find me some of your best-selling books later, and I will let them read more and learn more. The writing and narrative method here.”
"No problem. I'll have people go collect them tomorrow, but you'd better find more people. Let's win by quantity this time!" Chrissy suddenly smiled.
As he said, what his company needs now is to replenish its library. Whether or not it makes money is secondary. With the help of the other party, I believe his empty library will soon be filled.
The two discussed the publishing of the book for a while, and roughly finalized issues such as royalties, demand, etc.
"Oh, that's right."
At this time, Chu Heng, who was a little thirsty, stood up and walked to the refrigerator. At the same time, he asked: "Have you contacted the auction house I asked you to contact for me?"
"We've been in touch a long time ago."
Chrissy was already prepared. After hearing this, he immediately took out his business card holder from his pocket, found one, put it on the table, and introduced: "This man's name is Yul Adel. He was originally the manager of Christie's. He has a very wide network of contacts. I left my job three years ago and started my own company, and I often take on some private auction business, and the fees are very reasonable, just right for your needs."
"Then take me to see him first tomorrow."
Chu Heng opened the refrigerator at this time. There was quite a lot of stuff inside, including mineral water, juice, and some other drinks.
He casually took out two bottles of Coca-Cola, opened the caps, returned to the sofa, handed one to Chrissie, then picked up the business card, looked at it, and put it into his pocket.
"Tons, tons, tons."
"belch!"
"No problem." Chrissy drank the Coke in one breath, burped comfortably, wiped his mouth and stood up: "Come on, let's go have a drink. There is a very good bar nearby. I heard that there will be a drink today." There’s a striptease show.”
"..."
Chu Heng, who wanted to reject him, silently swallowed his words and quickly stood up and walked to the bedroom: "Wait for me to change clothes."
After he entered, he was about to call Cen Hao, but saw that the guy had already climbed out of bed and was putting on clothes.
You won’t miss a single match now!
Chu Heng looked at this sultry guy speechlessly: "What are you doing up here? I'm just sleeping with you."
"I have to protect you." Cen Hao said righteously.
"whispering sound!"
Chu Heng curled his lips, grabbed the clothes he had put aside, and quickly put them on.
A few moments.
The three of them took the elevator downstairs and took Chrissy's Ford to a bar called Cinderella.
"What a terrible name."
Chrissy looked up at the sign, shook his head in disgust, and walked in with Chu Heng and the others.
Foreigners may find this name interesting, but in the opinion of Chrissy, a native of the country, it is similar to the names of later domestic red romances, Clear Water Bay and others, which are very popular and rustic.
At this time, the bar was very lively. There were three big horses on the stage, posing and dancing to the loud music. A bunch of animals below were howling excitedly and throwing lots of money on it.
Chu Heng glanced casually, and suddenly his eyes widened. He looked at the crowd under the stage and cursed: "It's really a narrow road for enemies!"
"What's wrong?"
Chrissy followed his gaze out of curiosity and saw the old white man who had had a problem with Chu Heng. He raised his eyebrows in surprise and said, "You have a conflict with Mr. Mullen?"
Chu Heng turned around and asked, "Do you know him?"
"I interviewed once. His name is Randall Mullen, and he is the general manager of Cincinnati." Chrissy said.
"Cincinnati?" Chu Heng looked confused and had never heard of it.
"It is a company that produces machine tools. Their five-axis machining center is very famous and they cooperate with many companies." Chrissy explained.
"Then their company is indeed very powerful."
Chu Heng nodded suddenly. He had never heard of Cincinnati, but he had heard of the five-axis machining center. It was said to be a very powerful thing that could process many precision parts. Back then, Toshiba provided this thing to Maozi, which caused the performance of Maozi's submarine. It was so enhanced that even Citi's detectors couldn't detect it. Later, they were sanctioned by their annoyed Citi dad, which scared Xiao Baga's officials to spend a lot of money to publicly confess in newspapers.
Very thorough...
"What kind of conflict do you have with him?" Chrissy came up and asked with a gossipy face.
"Don't mention it, it's disgusting." Chu Heng immediately told him what happened on the plane and at the airport.
"He's really capable of this."
Chrissy was not surprised by this. Mullen's racial discrimination was not a secret. Then, this guy asked Chu Heng in a sinister tone: "Then what are you going to do? Do you want me to help you find it?" Can someone take care of him?"
"There's no rush yet."
Chu Heng glanced at Ma Lun coldly, and sat down in an inconspicuous place with Chrissy and the others.
He prefers to work with his own hands rather than relying on other people's hands.
This will relieve your anger!
