I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 53, I don’t deserve this book!

As soon as the get out of class was over, Liu Jin started flirting.

Mela had already made several phone calls. If he didn't go to the publishing house, Mela would probably come to him with a gun.

Well, France is a gun-free country.

On the other hand, Hollywood movies often give people the feeling that there is an proliferation of French guns.

Is it flooding?
It must be flooding!

If you go to the black market and find Albanians, you can definitely buy illegal guns.

But on the surface, it is a gun-ban country.

There are strict regulations on private gun ownership.

However, Mela has a gun license, so even if she carries a gun with her, it is legal and compliant.

Liu Jin didn't dare to use his flesh and blood to fight against Mela's little Browning.

"Meira, what's the matter that's so urgent to find me?"

Singla Publishing House is quite large and has about forty to fifty people.

In the past, there were as many as four or five hundred people.

There is no way around it. After old Singla fell ill, Singla Publishing House has been shrinking in size.

This is not the first time Liu Jin has come to the publishing house.

No one pays attention to him!

Because everyone knows that he is Mela's man.

When he walked into the office, he saw Mela dressed in austere clothes and wearing a pair of expensive gold-rimmed plain glasses.

She is pure and sexy, but unfortunately she is a lesbian.

"Sign the contract."

Without saying a word, Mela handed over the reprint contract.

Liu Jin glanced through it and found no problem.

The royalties were raised to twelve percent.

Don't underestimate these two points. It is estimated that they can bring Liu Jin hundreds of thousands of income.

"so good?"

"Yes, 'Amelie' is very strong. Didn't you see the latest sales chart? Last week, 'Amelie' surpassed 'Goblet of Fire' and took the number one spot. 13,742 copies sold! Damn it, if I hadn't been smart and printed it in advance, it would have been almost out of stock... Judging from the current situation, 100,000 copies shouldn't be a problem."

Together with the first print run of 30,000 copies, there are now 130,000 copies.

Considering the size of the French publishing industry, this sales volume is already a bestseller.

“So, I’m a bestselling author now?”

"Yes."

Meila said, taking out a check from the drawer and pushing it to Liu Jin.

"One million two hundred thousand francs."

"A lump sum?"

"Don't you want it?"

"Of course, don't be a bastard."

Liu Jin grabbed the check without saying a word.

"Based on the current situation, sales of 100,000 copies are achievable. Book sales are inherently a long-term business. French bookstores are eager to stock up, so we're settling royalties in advance."

"Thank you!"

Liu Jin put the check away.

"Why did you suddenly go to Marseille?"

"I have no idea……"

"what?"

“That night, my roommate moved out.

It was still raining outside, and I felt really bad, missing the sunshine. At that moment, an idea came to my mind: go to Marseille, go to Marseille… So, I picked up my backpack, headed straight to the train station, and went to Marseille.

"Really? Is it really that magical?"

“It’s made up!”

Liu Jin couldn't help laughing.

"I just had nothing to do, so I just bought a ticket."

"No, that's not made up, that's real!"

But Meila said seriously.

“Listen to me, Amos, it is true, and if anyone asks you, you must say so.

This is God’s arrangement!”

What is God?
What does it have to do with God?
At the same time, Liu Jin suddenly realized a problem.

Mela used to call him 'Liu', but now, she calls him by his pen name.

This has never happened before.

……

"Ottilie, bring in two cups of coffee."

"Can I not drink coffee? I drank so much coffee in Marseille recently that I almost vomited."

Meila was stunned and looked at Liu Jin in confusion.

"Ottilie, change the bottle of mineral water."

"Ok!"

Ottilie is Mela's secretary and a little beauty.

She is petite and wears a pair of black-framed glasses.

Exuding a kind of aura of a little submissiveness.

At first sight of her, Liu Jin couldn't help but think of the role played by Anne Hathaway in "The Devil Wears Prada".

This is Mela's confidant!
Graduated from Toulouse University with two master's degrees.

He is fluent in English, French, German, Italian and Spanish, and can also speak Chinese with a strong Taiwanese accent.

So much so that Liu Jin initially thought that Ottilie had studied abroad in Northeast China.

Later I found out that he was a Chinese student studying in France.

A Northeastern girl made a fashionable French girl speak with a Tieling accent.

A 28-year-old woman with a double master's degree in Law and Literature. Liu Jin always felt that she was having an affair with Mela...

"Speak French!"

Ottilie came in with coffee and mineral water, smiling and wanting to talk.

Whenever this girl sees Liu Jin, she wants to show off her Chinese.

But Liu Jin really couldn't stand it!
French girl... Bah, Ottilie rolled her eyes and walked out swaying.

"You must not have any thoughts about Ottilie."

Meera warned immediately.

"I didn't do anything, is it necessary?"

"Chloe is speaking well of you every day now, I'm very suspicious..."

"Chloe and I are innocent!"

"Shut up!"

Liu Jin immediately presented the French quintessence and raised his hands high.

Mela was so angry that she grabbed the tissue on the table and threw it at him.

"liu..."

"Why did you call me Amos just now?"

"Aren't you Amos? I can call you whatever I want."

Liu Jin immediately retorted, "But it's no use even if you shout at the top of your lungs."

"roll!"

At first, Mela didn't understand the joke.

But later, Liu Jin told her.

She took a sip of coffee and said, "This book is completely different from your previous three. If it weren't for the email you sent me, I wouldn't even be able to connect you with this work. It has a very strong religious atmosphere and thoughts on death... If someone asks you about it in the future, just say what you said before."

"why?"

"It will be very high-end."

As she spoke, she took out a stack of manuscript paper, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Liu, I really want to publish this book."

"Then I'll give it to you. Anyway, I'll send it to you as soon as I finish writing it."

Mela smiled.

She has a beautiful smile, with a hint of temptation.

She sighed and shook her head.

"I really want to, but I can also tell you that Singla is not qualified."

"what?"

"This is a masterpiece, you know? A masterpiece!"

A trace of loneliness flashed across Meila's face.

She whispered, "Ten years ago, my grandfather would have used all of Singla's resources and strength to publish this book for you. But now, Singla's size can't support this book... Liu, I won't hide it from you. I really want to do this book. But if Singla does it, it will be delayed. Singla doesn't have the ability to push it to the position it deserves."

Of course it’s a masterpiece, do I need to tell you?

Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" was a masterpiece that sold 48 million copies in 530 hours.

If this book was handed over to a large publishing house, Liu Jin might have become a legend with this book.

“The book should have been published by Hachette, Edith.

At the very least, there should be an institution like Gallimard or Midnight Press or the University of France Press."

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course!"

Meera smiled and said, "For example, with Singla's ability, this book can push sales to 80 to 1 million copies, but the publishing houses I just mentioned can push sales to 3 million copies and even win awards."

Don't talk about fairness.

The lyrics of the Internationale are well written: There has never been a savior.

There has never been any fairness.

Fairness is only relative.

So-called literary awards, at times, are nothing more than a business.

"I don't know them well, and I'm afraid they'll cheat me."

"what?"

"I am a Chinese!"

Meila pursed her lips and said, "Liu, it's not as terrible as you say. France is still equal."

"But as far as I know, among French words, there are far more words that discriminate against Chinese people than words that discriminate against other ethnic groups.

And, a lot of them!”

Meera was silent.

How could she argue?
This is a fact!

“One million copies or three million copies, it doesn’t matter to me.

I believe that even if Singla is not big enough, I can still achieve sales of three million or even more over time.

It's just a matter of time.

But I know you won’t cheat me.”

Meila's smile was exceptionally bright.

"Damn it, you almost made me cry."

"hey-hey!"

“But I still can’t publish.”

"why?"

"A good book shouldn't be buried. But since you don't trust other publishers, give me a commission. I'll have Chloe take care of it later. I'll help you find a publisher... Don't worry, I won't let anyone cheat you."

"Meira, why are you so nice to me!"

"Because you are mine!"

After saying this, Meila couldn't help laughing.

……

(End of this chapter)