Chapter 1319: Good luck


Chapter 1319 No Ji Tai Lai

It was another early morning, and the weather was still sunny.

Three days have passed since the release date of Avima's autobiography. The scene of resurrection from the dead that Xiaohei imagined has not appeared. The results of the new book are still appalling. Three days plus one dollar have not yet arrived. Five hundred copies!

I guess the boss almost lost his pants in compensation.

So, he is smart and has already started to look for a new job, and he is not picky about how many jobs he has. As long as he is given money, he can do anything. Anyway, as long as he doesn't go to the damn cotton field...


"Cuckoo!"

A gray-white owl spread its wings and flew from the green top of a tall palm tree. After soaring through most of downtown Washington, it landed on a tidal lagoon. On the second floor window of a nearby villa.

“Dong Dong!”

It gently pecked the brown glass window twice with its beak, bringing the admission to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Oh, I’m sorry, It's really terrible.

“Bang!”

"This damn bastard!"

In the study behind the window, an old white man waved his arm fiercely and swept the coffee cup on the table to the ground. The meticulously combed golden hair on his head was also Because his large movements became scattered.

He is Fast Solari, a member of the Citi Senate and an official in the intelligence community.

“Damn the KGB, damn Andrew!”

Solari roared angrily and tore up a piece of paper recording secret information in his hand to vent his anger. The anger in my heart.

"Dong dong dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the study door.

Solari frowned and looked over, took another deep breath, adjusted his mood, sat back on the chair, straightened his hair, and said in a deep voice: "Please come in!"
< br>“Squeak!”
Chrissy's uncle, Old Boli, opened the door and walked in with a book under his arm. He glanced at the slightly messy room, walked in, and asked with a smile: "Are you going to do it again?" Andrew is angry?”

"Don't mention him to me again. I don't want to hear his name again before this morning." Solari waved his hands with a dark face and asked him: "Why are you so free to come to my place today?"

He and old Boli have been friends for many years. They were neighbors when they were children. Later, they went to the same university and they had a pretty good relationship.

"Bring you something interesting." Old Boli put the creaking book on the table.

“Which book is worthy of your special recommendation?” Solari took it over curiously, glanced at the cover, then frowned and muttered in thought: “Evirma? Why is this name so familiar? ?”

“You actually forgot about her?” Old Boli looked surprised: “She is the Cuban woman who was persecuted by Andrew.”

"Oh, it turns out it's her!" Solari then remembered it, and at the same time he became somewhat interested in the book, so he read it patiently.

The room became quiet. Old Boli seemed to be smoking leisurely, but he was very nervous. This book was related to his nephew's future. If he screwed it up, Chrissy would probably be punished. He took his concubine and went to plant cotton to pay off his debts.

More than half an hour passed like this.

Solari also finished reading the book at a glance. He raised his head thoughtfully, with a sinister luster in his half-closed eyes: "This is a good book!"

“I think so too.”

"It should be seen by more people!"

"It would be best to sell it all over the world!"

......

Old Boli saw Solari's third Oh my god, Avima's autobiography suddenly became popular.

First, an official mentioned it in an interview on a TV station and recommended it to the public. Then a female star came forward to speak out for Avima. There were also male public figures who publicly felt sorry for her. Then someone took out a book. The content in it started to talk about things, attacking Maozi and Andrew.

Suddenly, it seems that reading Avima's autobiography has become popular. Officials are reading it, celebrities are reading it, and scholars are also reading it. As a result, in just a few days, Avima's name spread almost throughout the streets, and people recalled this poor woman who appeared in the newspaper last year.

And when the people took a look, oh, you are all reading that book, then I will read it too!

White Bookstore.

The sensitive and studious old White rubbed his waist and opened the door of the store. He was about to get tools to clean the house. The young man who was a regular customer broke in and asked him: "White, that Ivy book?" Do you still have Ma’s autobiography? ”

"Yes, it's at the bottom of the shelf in front of me." Old White pointed to the bookshelf, and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Aren't you not interested in that book? Why are you looking for it again?"

Having been busy testing new knowledge with teachers recently, he has no time to pay attention to the news.

“I’m interested again now.”

The young man didn’t bother to explain. He took two books and simply paid for them, then hurried out, preparing to read them as soon as possible. A book for his goddess.

His goddess complained to him yesterday that she wanted to read this book, but couldn't find any bookstore to sell it. In order to make Pomeranian smile, and to start a friendly match, he came to Old White's place early in the morning to guard him. .

After the young man left, another guest came over. She was a middle-aged woman with a very clear goal. She also asked about Avima's autobiography when she entered the door. After getting the book, she immediately walked away.

It went on like this until after nine o'clock, and the fifteen copies of Avima's autobiography in Old White's store were sold out.

"Why did so many people suddenly buy this book? Did they discover the secret inside?"

Old White looked at the empty bookshelf in confusion, feeling a little small. Lost, as if a secret base of his had been discovered.

“Boss, do you have Avima’s autobiography here?”

Just then, a white girl with freckles walked in.

"Sorry, madam, the last copy of this book has just been sold out." Old White shrugged apologetically: "I think you have to wait three days to come back."

" Then you must leave a copy for me!" The girl sighed regretfully and turned to leave.

Old White, who had a somewhat dull sense of smell, finally realized that something was unusual. He hurriedly caught up to ask the reason, and then hurried to call Blue Oak.

"Hi, I'm White Bookstore, I want fifty...no, three hundred copies of Avima's autobiography!"

"What? You have to wait half a month?"

"I can give you the money first!"

"Okay, okay, I will remit the money immediately!"

……< br>
Moody's Bookstore, Topeka, Kansas.

"Damn it, can anyone tell me where the publishing house of Blue Oak is? How should I contact it!"

I just sent away a guest who came to ask if there is any autobiography of Avima. Bookstore owner Duo Mo hung down from the table in a frenzy, feeling extremely heartbroken.

Also know that every time a customer leaves, money is lost!

"Are you Moody, the owner of Moody's Bookstore?" At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in.

"No, I am Domo, the owner of Moody Bookstore, and Moody is the name of my dog." Domo frowned and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"I think you must love your pet very much." The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and handed over a business card: "I am an employee of Blue Oak Publishing House, how about we chat?"

"Blue Oak tree? The blue oak tree in Avima's autobiography?"

"Yes."

"Oh, God, you must have heard my call!"

(End of chapter)