I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 26: Reality Show Hidden in the Book (Please Collect, Recommend, and Read)

After returning to Mela's residence, Chloe seemed to be set free, no longer having the dignity she had outside.

He took off his coat, threw it on the sofa, and then jumped onto the bed.

A golden shaded cat is curled up and sleeping.

He was awakened by this crazy woman, jumped out of bed, and then yelled at Chloe.

The curse is so dirty!

But Chloe didn't care at all.

"Meira, how many print runs are you going to give him?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll finish watching the work first."

Meera took off her clothes gracefully and hung them in the closet.

Then he picked up Chloe's clothes from the sofa, combed them neatly, and hung them in the closet.

"But if the content in the latter part can be consistent with the former, I plan to print 30,000 copies."

"Thirty thousand copies isn't a lot!"

Chloe had no idea about the publishing industry.

When she heard Mela talk about the print runs of some writers before, they were all hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even up to a million copies.

So, in her opinion, 30,000 books were too few!
"Not a few. He's just a new writer."

Meera goes into the bathroom and starts removing her makeup.

After a while, she washed off the makeup on her face and walked out looking as beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from clear water.

Make a pot of coffee.

It is top quality Jamaican coffee beans.

The room was soon filled with the rich aroma of coffee.

After changing into casual clothes, she sat comfortably on the soft sofa. The golden shaded cat jumped onto her legs and curled up into a ball.

And Mela picked up the manuscript.

Chloe yawned and said, "I'm so tired. I didn't even sleep in today because I wanted to help you make an appointment."

"Then you take a nap and I'll make dinner."

"That's great!"

Chloe said as she took off her clothes and got into bed.

She fell asleep quickly.

Meila looked at her, smiled slightly, and returned her gaze to the manuscript.

Chloe slept until dark.

Awakened by the smell of food, she walked out of the bedroom in a daze, wearing only her underwear and rubbing her eyes.

"It's getting dark!"

"Yeah, you've been sleeping till now, let's see what you do tonight."

"How about going to the gym?"

"Okay!"

Chloe washed up briefly and returned to the living room, already wearing an emerald green nightgown.

"How's the rest of the text?"

"I contacted the editor this afternoon and planned to print 30,000 copies.

I originally wanted to give him 50,000 copies. But the editor said that since he was new and Chinese, 10,000 copies would be the most we could give him. I argued with her for a long time, and finally she agreed to a print run of 30,000 copies... I hope he'll be satisfied."

"He'll be satisfied!"

Chloe said with a smile.

"By the way, can you give him a call and ask him which channel the Top Chef show in his book is on?"

"Okay, I'll ask now."

Chloe went into the bedroom with the phone.

Meera prepared dinner and placed it on the table.

Chloe also finished her call and came out.

She laughed and said, "He made it up! He said he'd only been in France for a short time, and there was no TV in the apartment, so he just made up a show. He said if you thought it wasn't suitable, you could change it. But you had to decide which variety show it was."

"No, no need to change it, it's just a novel... But that variety show he wrote is quite interesting."

"is it?"

Chloe rushed into the bedroom like the wind and quickly came out with the manuscript.

"time to eat!"

"I know."

Chloe didn't take it to heart at all and opened the manuscript directly.

"He's a Chinese, how can you, a Frenchman, think he's good at making a variety show?"

"I don't know, but I think he's more French than many French people."

"Hehehe, then I will tell him this later."

Meila smiled and said nothing.

But there was a strangely bright glint in his eyes.

Top-chef? Is it just a concept, or is it a complete idea?
……

On Sunday, Liu Jin and Sun Yue went to Dadong and Yang Dongqi's apartment.

Liu Sisi is here too!

Celebrating Yang Dongqi's arrival in France and getting his first mount.

A women's bicycle of unknown ownership.

It cost Yang Dongqi sixty francs.

“I actually wanted to buy that scooter.”

Yang Dongqi said with great distress.

"But it's too expensive. Six hundred francs."

Liu Jin was originally sitting on Dadong's bed, reading the martial arts novel that Dadong brought from China.

Well, it’s a drama, written by Huang Yi.

Hearing Yang Dongqi's words, he sat up.

"Six hundred francs? What kind of scooter? So cheap?"

"It looks almost new, but I don't recognize the brand."

"Eighty percent new?"

Liu Sisi was moved.

"Where is it sold? I want to buy it."

"You'd better not think about it."

Liu Jin said quickly.

"why?"

"What's the market price for a scooter? 80% new for only 600?"

When Liu Jin said this, he was suddenly startled and said to Yang Dongqi who was cooking: "Dongqi, the second-hand goods street you mentioned is not the small street next to the Saint-Sernin Cathedral, right?"

"Yes."

"Where is that car seller from? Albania?"

"How should I know? Judging from the way he's dressed, he doesn't look like a proper Frenchman."

The French have good taste in clothing.

Liu Sisi asked curiously, "Brother Jin, is there a problem?"

"It's probably a stolen car."

Liu Jin scratched his head and said, "Thieves are rampant in France, especially Albanians. If you say an 80% new scooter is only 600, it's most likely stolen. That little street is also called Stolen Goods Street."

"what?"

“Don’t worry, no one cares.

However, it's best not to buy large items on that street, as it's easy to get into trouble... We are Chinese, and if it's something too valuable, who knows, those Albanian thieves might be waiting to rip us off."

When talking about French thieves, Liu Jin's eyes brimmed with tears.

Back then, he had just bought a brand new mountain bike and parked it in front of the school, even locking the tires.

As a result, it was just one morning.

When he came out, only one tire was left...

In public, in broad daylight, and at the school gate.

Later he learned how rampant Albanian thieves were in France.

Because he bought another motorcycle later.

I ended up parking my car on the street while eating, and when I came out after dinner, I saw a thief squatting there and trying to open the lock.

Seeing him, the thief asked him politely: Is this your car?
Liu Jin nodded at that time.

Then the thief said sorry, picked up the toolbox and walked away without anyone paying any attention to him.

Joamp later told him that most of the thieves were smuggled in from Albania.

They basically have gangs and groups.

Liu Jin was right not to stop him at that time. If he had stopped him, who knows what would have happened.

Albanian gangs are brutal!

"My car is okay, then."

Yang Dongqi immediately became nervous.

Liu Jin sneered and said, "A sixty-yuan eighteen-hand bicycle, do you think anyone would give it a second glance?"

Several people in the room fell silent at the same time.

Recalling Yang Dongqi's car, Dadong chuckled.

When he smiled, Liu Sisi and Sun Yue also laughed, and even Yang Dongqi couldn't help laughing in the end.

"Xiao Jin, nothing else has changed since you came to France, except for your mouth. It's so damn vicious."

His car was left on the road and no one noticed it.

Fortunately, he bought a lock. Now that I think about it, it was a bit unnecessary.

(End of this chapter)