On the second Monday in April, in Manhattan, New York, at the early morning, the streets were filled with vehicles during peak hours. Looking around, I wonder how many streets were covered with storms, and the sound of whistling everywhere. The road was filled with crowds of people passing by. It was a hustle and bustle scene. I wonder how many people could chew a bite of meat on this beautiful big apple or just become the nutrients to irrigate it.

"This little thing is so magical. I really admire Spek. How did he come up with such an idea?"

In the editorial department of Bantam Book Company, Brown was excitedly touching a big box. The box was only the size of a briefcase and the thickness was only three or two books. The skin was steel, but the weight was not high. A flashing light bulb realized that it was working. As for its function, it opened the eyes of a group of book editors.

"It's not how he came up with the idea, but the people in Silicon Valley are so talented."

My colleague Blaney wiped the table. He had just entered the company: "This small box can replace the functions of a whole professional computer, and the price is at least four or five times cheaper. I am really convinced of them. How did it design it?"

Just when Blaney wanted to take a look, Brown smiled and pulled his hands away: "Just as you look, stay away from it. Although the price of this router is very cheap, it is also 2,000 yuan. Do you still want to pay the rent?"

Blaney cut: "I am a native of New York, so how can I pay rent? But Brown, this order must be quite large. When I saw them delivering goods last week, there were at least a dozen iron boxes. Just a briefcase cost two thousand yuan! Tsk, the IT industry is easy to make money. Look at us, how many dollars a book is?"

"Don't have a tin box at a time, it's called a router!"

This is a large office area, and it is not just Brown who are present. Not far away, the young Ederson said, "Look at my mouth, Blaney, road, by, instrument! Have you seen it clearly!?"

"Oh damn it! Isn't it just a new word? You think of me as illiterate!?"

Looking at Ederson laughing and avoiding the pen that was thrown away, Brown smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't talk to you more. I still have a job, so I'll leave first."

As soon as these words were said, both of them were silent and looked at Brown enviously.

This big brother has been developed recently.

That was all last year. I don’t know what luck he had, so I discovered Alice Wang, a new writer. It’s strange that she didn’t even bother to attend the new book launch conference, but the results of "Jurassic Park" were singing all the way. Just last month, the book just topped the third place in the New York Times rankings. Not only in the local, Japanese, French, Italian, and Portuguese versions were also widely praised overseas. Many book fans even wrote letters to the Bantam to ask the author about various details.

There was no way, because Alice asked to deal with it in a low-key manner from the beginning, and there was no personal introduction to the last page of the book cover. She just simply said the name and the city she lived in. At most, she said that she was an Asian girl.

Yes, just this limited information still makes many people see the trick. The publisher uses the word "girl" instead of "woman". Some newspapers even revealed that when the Japanese version of "Jurassic Park" was released, the bantam made a request to the Japanese side across the Pacific Ocean, and in the author's introduction, the word "woman" should not be used, but "woman's son".

Not to mention how peers and readers guess the author's identity, as far as bantams are concerned, Brown's status has taken a big turn of 180 degrees. If so, he was just a little old man who had less and less results and had more than ten years of work experience before, then now, he has become the only contact person of the newcomer king!

This is also something that makes many editors very depressed. Even the editor-in-chief Domingo is very annoying. It should be said that Alice is really lazy. With an editor's phone number, others rush to give her a business card. It doesn't matter whether the editor-in-chief or even the chairman's identity is more valuable. If you keep Brown's phone number, you don't care about anything else. So, whether the company contacts her or she wants to find a company for something, Brown can really be said to be in power, all depends on his mouth.

Fortunately, as a senior editor, Brown knows what is the most important thing. The cooperation has been going on for nearly a year. We have always had a good situation with easy discussions and discussions, and it often leads to all kinds of popular things.

Just like the day before yesterday, Brown just hung up the phone and chatted with Alice. Later, he repeatedly sweared to his colleagues that he was just talking casually, but it still inevitably made all his colleagues envy and jealousy and hatred.

That sentence is: "By the way, Alice, since this book is so popular, how about you write another one?"

Then the other party said without hesitation: "Sure, I will come to the company the day after tomorrow and I will send you a manuscript."

Come the day after tomorrow, I will send a manuscript.

There is no delay for half a second between questions and answers.

"Bastard John, have you just won the Mark Six lottery yet? A manuscript! A writer's hard work for several months was called by you! The day after tomorrow!? Are you sure she will come the day after tomorrow!?"

After learning about this result, Domingo's shouting was heard by the whole staff, and all the staff of the editorial department agreed that Brown is about to develop again.

Because, the quality of this second book is definitely not bad, right?

At about 10 a.m., a beautiful figure appeared at the editorial department of Bantam Book Company.

"Is Brown here?"

A white dress sets off a perfect figure, half-inch short-heeled sandals walk silently, with long black hair smoothly shawls, and the dark and shiny bag in their hands is obviously the latest style of Prada this year. When the guests finally arrived, Eymond, who happened to be sitting at the door, was completely stunned.

"Ah...Brown?Brown...is, is..."

"Oh, Alice!"

"Hey, this is Alice, you're here, John is in his office. Hi, John, get out!"

As soon as he saw the person, half of the editorial department suddenly became lively. Headed by Blaine, several editors who had known girls for a long time came forward quickly. At the same time, a door in a corner of the office opened, and Brown quickly walked out of the house. Before he could see clearly, he shouted, "Who called me? Who called me?"

"Hey, John."

Alice looked for Brown and patted her bag. For a moment, she pointed to a room as if she was an old employee of the editorial department: "Go to chat in the conference room?"

Brown smiled and shook hands with Alice. Looking at the girl in front of him who could be his daughter, the folds on his face could kill the fly: "No problem, let's talk in the conference room, let's go to the conference room to talk. Hey, Edmund, hurry up and pour us two of you. Alice likes black tea the most, hurry up!"

In this way, before Edmund could speak, he and Alice had already walked into the conference room.

"Ah...that one was...Alice-King?"

It was not until this moment that Edmund finally came to his senses and grew up with his mouth in surprise: "So beautiful little girl?"

An editor looked at the young newcomer in the company with a teasing joke and said sly: "What's wrong, boy, you won't fall in love with that girl anymore, are you?"

A joke made Edmund blush and quickly argued: "What are you talking nonsense? She should be only thirteen years old. How could I be interested in such a young girl?"

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Who blushed!? Bastard, you're telling me, who blushed!?"

Not to mention the fight between Edmund and his old colleague, Blaney touched his chin thoughtfully, looked at the closed door of the conference room, and murmured to himself: "Thirteen years old, it's not that time, but that girl's CUP is really big..."

As the words fell.

"Alice, what's wrong?"

In the conference room, Brown saw Alice's eyebrows twitching hard, and asked curiously.

Alice raised her eyebrows and hummed, but said nothing. She just pulled down the fabric of the skirt on her chest and opened her small handbag.

"I won't say much nonsense, let's take a look at my manuscript this time."

As she said that, she took out a manuscript that was almost as thick as "Jurassic Park".
Chapter completed!