Standing in front of the glass, John was taken aback by Kurt's growing eagerness as he saw his car slowly disappear. on his words, he would make CCA regret it, and he would certainly use his penis to slap that little bitch on the face. !Mac Miller hurried inside the conference room and took his seat. He then took a quick glimpse at his colleagues in front of him. Although the majority of them had expressionless faces, the glee in their eyes could not be more clear. He couldn't help sighing. No wonder I was constantly caustic towards that horrible overweight man.
Thinking about that, Mac Miller felt a little sad. If the client for whom he was accountable experienced a difficulty, he would be sacked.
Following the sound of footsteps, a middle-aged man between forty and fifty years old entered the conference room with a melancholy countenance.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"
The middle-aged man sat at the top and placed a stack of manuscripts on the conference table. "We can only publish one volume of such a wonderful story. Are you kidding me?"
Elton.
The bull screamed like an angry bull. Being the head of Scholastic Press in Los Angeles is quite demanding. Scholastic Press is a world-renowned publisher and distributor of children's literature, including the well-known Harry Potter. The American edition of the series of books is produced by Xuele Publishing, and the "Dark Fairy Tale" in front of Elton is unquestionably the first volume of a series. This is an entirely new huge IP.
However, someone informed him that their publisher could only print the first volume of this series, and that the others had nothing to do with them. This came as a complete surprise to him, and it made him upset.
Mac Miller paused for a long time before standing up with a pale face and saying tentatively, "I'm sorry, I didn't maintain the customer relationship well."
Snap!
Elton smacked the table and got up, yelling loudly: "I don't want to hear I'm sorry, today, just today; I don't care what method you use, I want you to sign John Smith back to me! You stay, others, please come back."
Soon, only two persons remained in the meeting room. The enraged Elton gradually calmed down, staring at the worried Mike with perspiration on his face, "I don't care what the cause of the matter is, you must tell the good news. Bring it back!... Tell John Smith's agent that we can pay the royalties up to 15%, and we can negotiate these things."
"15%? It's just that John Smith's agent is very greedy. What if he makes any excessive demands?"
Mike was quite startled. Only top writers would benefit from the 15% royalty. He inquired warily, recalling the hateful expression on the big man's face.
"Fuck! You can talk as long as you ask! Can you take a longer view? Have you read the manuscript? Idiot, where is this? This is Hollywood, a movie factory! Such an excellent story will make Hollywood movie companies flock to it. , when the movie is released, our book will be a huge hit!"
"Yes, I'll go get John Smith's agent right now!"
Mike lowered his head, not daring to look at Editor Elton, who was ranting again, and hurriedly scooped up the folder on the table before leaving the conference room.
Elton, who remained in the meeting room, glanced at the document on the table for a long time. "I hope everything goes well!""
John, the funny guy, shook his head with a smile, looked at Kurt, who was gloating on the side, and then at Mac Miller, the representative of Xuele Publishing House, who was nearly crying.
"Okay, the conditions you set are really generous. We can discuss it. Kurt will be left with you."
Ignoring Mac Miller's thankfulness, he gave Kurt a confused look before standing up and walking up to the second floor. He didn't want to waste any more energy; he just wanted a result, and he left the process to pros.
After more than an hour, Fat Kurt strode into the study with a proud and obscene expression.
"Looking at you, it appears that the conversation went well." John removed his decorative glasses, pretended to squeeze the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and gently stroked it to alleviate the non-existent exhaustion.
"Haha! Who am I? Kurt, I am the vampire. How could I not teach that youngster a lesson if I allowed him to treat me like a dog?"
Kurt rested on the sofa, looking relieved after a happy grudge.
John pulled a cigarette from the cigarette case and tossed it to Kurt, then lit another and beckoned for him to continue.
"15% royalty, $1 million in advance payment, hehe, after tax, of course." They promise to promote your work, write soft stories for you in newspapers, and help you get influence.
John couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and he smiled confidently as he took a sip of his cigarette and spit it out, thinking to himself, "I am now short on money. This million can alleviate the financial burden."
John spent the majority of his money on Apple stock, leaving only 400,000 in the bank and the $300,000 remuneration he received from "Thirteen" magazine. He gave Kurt $100,000 to register the company and rent an office, and that's all. 600,000 US dollars, the salary of his own nanny and fitness instructor, legal fees, personal doctors, and various living expenses are not small sums.
John furrowed his eyebrows and pretended to be upset as he said, "How is the company registration going? Also, why did you take the individual to my home?"
Kurt ignored John's performance and rolled his eyes, "Of course, the corporation must be registered in Bermuda. California's taxes are extremely high! Didn't you see it? He appeared to be dying, and he stated I'd see you today. If you don't understand it, you will have to rely on me. I couldn't help but annoy him, so I brought him to see you. "
John pointed at Kurt and stated sternly, "Don't bring strangers to my house again. Find the office location as quickly as feasible. If you need anything in the future, we'll meet at the company."
Kurt nodded to indicate his understanding, looked at the clock on the wall, and appeared to want to depart.
"Stay for dinner." Nelson will be here shortly. I need your help with some things," John said him as he extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray.
"That's great. You can eat great Chinese food again." Kurt knew he wouldn't want to miss out on the food.
In the United States, a private lawyer's relationship with a wealthy employer can last a lifetime, which is an unusual situation.
"Hello, Nelson, it's a pleasure to meet you." Kurt appeared to be meeting an old acquaintance, and he still held high regard for John's personal lawyer.
"Hello, Kurt; you've gained a lot of weight. Pay attention to your body, and eat less!Nelson and Kurt shook hands and joked.
"Hey, man, I am a strong and healthy man!" Kurt yelled, as if he were about to take off his clothes to check if you didn't believe me.
"All right, let's get down to business first. Nelson, here are some TV program ideas I came up with while writing novels. I'd like to register global copyright. Is there a problem?"
John gave Nelson some printed documents.
Nielsen looked fast, the surprise in his eyes growing stronger. These pieces of paper had three TV program ideas and particular methods, the most detailed being the "Talent Show" program.
"Boss, I must say, you are a genius!"
Nielsen commended John as he sorted through the documents.
"There is no need to register global copyright. The simplest solution is to store it with the Screenwriters Guild. The union's copyright protection covers the entire planet."
"No, I understand the trade union's functions, but these are only ideas that have not been developed into broadcastable programs. Furthermore, we do not currently have the resources to develop these applications. I'm concerned that similar ones will emerge in other countries by then. Litigation is a huge waste of time."
Naturally, John understood that the Writers Guild's copyright protection could defend his own interests. However, he undoubtedly remembered that the British and American talent shows were produced around this time over the summer break, despite the fact that he submitted the script and ideas in early May. The Screenwriters Guild keeps the creative outline, but if there is a collision, all parties concerned will incur losses. He is looking for money now, not to deceive others.
After hearing John's explanation, Nelson appeared to appreciate his concerns, but global registration cannot be performed quickly.
While they were both immersed in thinking, they heard Kurt exclaim excitedly, "Wow, what a genius idea. John, your brain is really great. I love you so much."
"Quiet! I know I'm a genius, but can you please keep your voice down!" John glared at Kurt, who was shrieking in frustration. He was astonished just now.
"Oh, God, why do we need to register country by country? As long as we find two TV stations in the United States and the UK to cooperate, they will definitely find the value. Then we can just sell them the copyright. According to the efficiency of the TV stations , it will be broadcast soon, and it will become an established fact by then, so there is no need to bother."
Kurt couldn't help but express his excitement.
"Nonsense, I have thought about this method for a long time, but I hope to maximize my profits. The creativity of the talent show has some shadows of American Idol. Fox spent 67 million US dollars to purchase the copyright, and now it has proved to be a huge sum. A successful transaction, but after all, my idea is only on paper, and it's really unknown how much it can be sold for."
John rolled his eyes at Kurt, showing some anxiety.
"Isn't this just a business negotiation? The most crucial thing right now is to secure our copyright. We can issue invitations to multiple big TV stations, allowing them to pool their bids. They understand that such a notion will result in no creative collisions. "Something happened."
Kurt's face was flushed, and he kept rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth in the study. "We should do it in the United States and the United Kingdom at the same time, and seize the English market first, and then the one with the highest price will get it."