The Goddess Shines on America

On the second Monday in April, in Manhattan, New York in the early morning hours, the streets were crowded with vehicles during rush hour. Looking around, I don't know how many streets are covered by exhausted traffic, the sound of horns is everywhere, and the roads are full of people passing by. It's a noisy scene, and I don't know how many people can live in this beautiful city. A bite of meat from a big apple is still just a nutrient for irrigating it.

"This little thing is amazing. I really admire Speck. How did he come up with such an idea?"

In the newsroom of Bantam Books, Brown was fumbling excitedly with a large box. This box is only the size of a briefcase, and the thickness is only two or three books. The skin is made of steel, but the weight is not high. A flickering light bulb shows that it is working. As for the function, it even made all the book editors open vision.

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

Colleague Blaney wiped the table. He just entered the company: "Such a small box can replace the functions of a whole professional computer, and the price is at least four or five times cheaper. I am convinced by them. Why? designed?"

Just when Blaney wanted to take a look, Brown laughed and pushed his hand away: "Just stay away from it, even though the price of this router is very cheap, it is only two thousand yuan. Ah, do you still want to pay the rent?"

Blaney snapped, "I'm a native of New York, how can I have to pay rent? But Brown, this order must be quite big. When I saw their delivery last week, it was at least a dozen tin boxes." , Just such a small briefcase costs 2,000 yuan! Tsk tsk, the IT industry is easy to make money, look at us, how much is a book?"

"Don't talk about a tin box, it's called a router!"

This is a large office area, and it’s not just the two of Brown present. Not far away, the young Edson said, "Look at my mouth shape, Blaney, the road, the road, the device! Can you see it clearly!?"

"Oh damn it! Isn't it just a new word, you think I'm illiterate!?"

Watching Edson laughing and dodging the thrown pen, Brown said with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't talk to you guys anymore, I still have work, so I'm leaving first."

As soon as the words came out, both of them fell silent, and looked at Brown with envy.

This big brother has developed recently.

That was all last year, and I don't know what kind of luck he had, so he discovered Alice Wang, a cutting-edge writer. It's strange to say that she doesn't even bother to attend the new book conference, but the results of "Jurassic Park" are singing all the way like taking medicine. Just last month, this book just ranked third in the relevant list of "New York Times". Not only in China, the Japanese, French, Italian, and Portuguese versions have also been well received overseas. Many book fans even wrote I wrote to Bantam, asking for various details about the author.

There is no way, because Alice asked for a low-key treatment from the beginning. There is no personal introduction with a profile picture on the last page of the book cover. She just simply said her name and city of residence. At most, she mentioned that she is an Asian girl. .

Yes, just this limited information still makes many people see tricks. The publishing house used the word "girl" instead of "woman", and even related newspapers revealed that when the Japanese version of "Jurassic Park" was released, Bantam made a request to the Japanese side across the Pacific Ocean. Don't use the word "female" in the introduction, but use "女の子".

Regardless of how colleagues and readers guessed the author's identity, as far as Bantam is concerned, Brown's status seems to have taken a 180-degree turn. If so, he was just a little old man with more and more achievements and more than ten years of work experience before, but now, he has become the only contact person of the rookie king!

This is also something that makes many editors very depressed, even the editor-in-chief Domingo is very distressed. It should be said that Alice is really lazy. With an editor's phone number, others rush to give her a business card. Regardless of whether the status of the editor-in-chief or even the chairman is more valuable, it doesn't matter if you keep Brown's phone call. Therefore, whether it is the company contacting her, or she has something to ask the company, Brown really has the power, it all depends on his mouth.

Fortunately, as a senior editor, Brown knows what is the most important. The cooperation has lasted for nearly a year, and the two sides have always been easy to negotiate and have a good situation, and often result in all kinds of happy things.

Just like the day before yesterday, Brown just hung up the phone and chatted with Alice casually. He later swore to his colleagues again and again. That sentence was just said casually by himself, but it still inevitably caused envy, jealousy and hatred from all the colleagues.

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

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

Come the day after tomorrow and send me a manuscript.

There was no half-second delay between question and answer.

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

After learning of the result, Domingo's shouts could be heard by the whole floor, and all the staff in the editorial department unanimously affirmed that this kid Brown is about to flourish again.

Because, the quality of this second book must not be bad, right?

At about ten o'clock in the morning, a beautiful figure appeared at the entrance of the editorial department of Bantam Books Company.

"Is Brown there?"

A white dress set off her perfect figure, the half-inch low-heeled sandals made no sound when she walked, her long black hair flowed softly over her shawl, and the shiny black bag in her hand was obviously the latest Prada style this year. When the guests finally arrived, Edmond, who happened to be sitting at the door, was completely dumbfounded.

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

"Oh, Alice!"

"Hey, it's not Alice, you count it, John is in his office. Hey, John, get out!"

As soon as they saw the person coming, the small half of the editorial department immediately became lively. Headed by Blaney, several editors who had known the girl for a long time rushed forward to meet her. At the same time, a door in a corner of the office opened, and Brown walked out of the room quickly. Before he could see anything, he yelled, "Who called me? Who called me?"

"Hey, John."

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

Brown laughed and shook hands with Alice, looking at the girl in front of him who could be his daughter, the creases on his face could kill flies: "No problem, let's chat in the conference room, let's go to the conference room to chat Hey, Edmund, hurry up and pour us a cup of tea, Alice likes black tea best, hurry up!"

In this way, before Edmund could say anything, he and Alice had already walked into that conference room.

"Ah... the one just now is... Alice-Wang?"

It wasn't until this moment that Edmund finally came back to his senses, and opened his mouth in surprise: "Such a beautiful little girl?"

An editor looked at the young newcomer in a mocking manner, and said slyly, "What's the matter, boy, you don't like that girl, do you?"

A joke made Edmund blush, and he quickly argued: "What are you talking about, she should only be thirteen years old, how could I be interested in such a young girl?"

"Then why are you blushing?"

"Who is blushing!? Bastard, tell me again, who is blushing!?"

Not to mention the fight between Edmund and his old colleagues, Blaney rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looked at the closed door of the conference room, and murmured to himself: "Thirteen years old, yes No, but, that girl's cup is really big..."

At the same time as the voice fell.

"Alice, what's the matter?"

In the conference room, Brown saw that Alice's eyebrows twitched vigorously after sitting down, and asked curiously.

Alice raised her eyebrows and snorted, but she didn't say anything, she just pulled the fabric of the skirt on her chest, and then opened the small handbag.

"I won't talk 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".