Chapter 843 Little John is properly possessed by the God of Wealth
Liu Qianqian became more and more curious and concerned about "50 Shades of Grey".
Xiang Yang’s heart was beating like crazy.
He swore that this nervousness did not come from his fear of his wife, but was nature's most precious gift to mankind.
The brain is a good thing.
Regarding the castle he was about to buy and Liu Qianqian once forced him to watch a horror movie together, Xiang Yang naturally had a frightening scene in his mind of her whipping him with a whip after watching it.
Just in case one day.
If you cry in this castle, no one will come to save you
"Yes, I know." Seeing his nervous look, Liu Qianxi pursed her lips and smiled.
She was really not in a hurry to get to the bottom of this matter.
If a monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple~
The top priority is
"I need to buy more clothes and fill up the wardrobe." Compared with the attraction of the medieval castle, Liu Qianqian is more attracted to it. The wardrobe in this valuable castle is large enough.
"Of course, you can put your things wherever you want, I won't mind." In addition to the large enough wardrobe and enough drawers in the cloakroom, what satisfied her most was that she You can also renovate extra rooms.
Muxin has a room, Zhiyin has a room, and each parent has a room.
No, you have to prepare three rooms.
There will also be two guest rooms as spares.
Except for giving Xiangyang a studio, the rest belongs to her.
"This room has good lighting. I can use it as a study room for you."
"We will use this room as a home theater when Mu Xin and Zhiyin grow up. , we can take them to watch movies. By the way, we also need to prepare an activity room for them.”
"This room is for Laifu, Rice Ball, 70 Million and Little Target. Hey, let them squeeze in. Dongdong, you can move around freely. Anyway, it's big enough here. Does it feel too lonely?"
"I want to use this room for myself, you are not allowed to steal it from me, you hear me~"
Liu Qianqian, who visited the entire castle under the guidance of the real estate agent, had already made a plan in her mind Room division after check-in.
The hostess’ eagerness made the real estate agent’s face burst into laughter.
“When do you think it’s appropriate for us to sign the contract?”
"You have the final say, my dear."
Xiang Yang touched his nose. His wife bought a castle and bought a wedding house with her. The house she bought for her parents that was closer to the hospital was simply too much. Exactly the same.
Without any hesitation.
"Hey, then I'll let them take me for a walk~" If no one else was around, Liu Qianqian would have liked to stand on tiptoes as usual, leaving a cheerful touch on Xiangyang's cheek. bump.
Unfortunately, Xiangyang missed it.
"Oh my God, Xiang, the villas in this castle are great." Little John saw Liu Qianqian returning to the castle with joy on her face, and his eyes also looked towards the supporting villa not far away.
The style of these two villas matches the castle very well.
He liked it very much.
“I think it’s very good, and I look forward to being a guest here.” Macron said with a smile. Compared with an apartment in Paris, this kind of living environment is indeed very desirable.
Especially, standing on this prominent open-air platform, you can overlook the vastness of the strait.
"You are welcome at any time, as well as your family, my friends." Xiang Yang extended the invitation very generously, but to Little John.
I'm sorry, Xiangyang didn't even bother to give him a good look.
During the visit, the consultant from the real estate agency asked him and Liu Qianqian whether they were interested in raising horses. The supporting plan of this castle has reserved space for stables.
If he hadn't thought much about this thing, he would have really wanted to build one for Little John to keep.
“Don’t waste your emotions on something like this that is destined to happen. How about I bring you another cup of coffee?”
"Don't try to fool around." Xiang Yang said angrily.
Macron looked at them both, confused.
"What are you two arguing about?" Unable to bear his curiosity, he asked.
“He can’t control his mouth.”
“It’s just a novel.”
Completely different answers came from the mouths of Xiang Yang and Little John, making Macron couldn't help but look around.
When his eyes turned to Xiang Yang, he nodded.
Little John really needs help from a tailor to press a zipper on his mouth.
He also recognized this.
But when he looked sideways at Little John, he asked with slight interest: "What novel can make you betray your identity?"
"Haha, that's..." Little John's eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to describe what he saw to Macron.
But when even Xiangyang thought he would be impatient to share again, Little John raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile:
"You don't have time to read these miscellaneous books. If you have time, you'd better read Economic Weekly."
"You seem to have the same idea." Macron, who was still looking forward to the answer, said disdainfully at this sudden turn.
"This is part of my job." Little John said loudly.
"Then your work is really complicated." Macron leisurely picked up the coffee cup in his hand and took a sip.
"Sorry, excuse me." Xiang Yang was watching the two people bickering with interest. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently saw Liu Qianqian waving towards him in the corridor. He left his friend behind without saying a word.
What better way to watch friends bicker than to watch a house with your wife?
"Hey, I found a good place." Liu Qianqian's eyes were snickering when she spoke.
“What, what did you find?”
"Come with me~ don't be afraid~"
Grabbing Xiang Yang's hand, Liu Qianqian pulled him towards the castle.
The main building of this castle is actually equipped with a basement. I heard from the real estate consultant that this is very common in medieval castles.
It is used specifically to store food, weapons and other supplies.
It is still preserved today.
And such a large basement is perfect for setting up a workshop for Xiangyang.
Not only is it big enough, it can also free up a house.
However, she didn’t understand why the news made Xiang Yang’s hands tremble. Could this guy be musing on something again?
On the other side, seeing Xiang Yang leaving immediately, Little John and Macron looked at each other.
Then he drank the coffee and black tea in his hand silently, then looked up at the other person, as if he had something to say.
"For Macron's sake, you were left behind with me." Little John bit his lip, "It's not like I can't reveal some information to you, but you have to help me." "What can I help you with?" The clone glanced down the hallway.
"Publishing house, by the way, there are also relevant legal provisions." Little John is not Xiangyang. What he is willing to share with Macron is of course more of an immediate benefit.
In Europe, there is a mature system for publishing books.
But I’m sorry to say that books of a fan nature are not included in this, because they also involve the copyright interests of other original book publishers.
Going to court is not a strange thing.
Even this market for human books is still very niche.
But the publishing house will not open this hole easily. Take "Harry Potter" for example, which has hundreds of millions of readers around the world.
The number of fan works is also very large.
If book fans spend money to buy fanfics of "Harry Potter", it will be difficult to accurately estimate the impact of the original version.
Even though there are beneficial factors, the publisher is conservative.
They are more keen on maintaining the status quo and stability, hoping that the tradition and order of publishing culture can last forever.
For publications, this will lead to copyright disputes.
Instead of spending money to hire a professional legal consultant to deal with this aspect, why not get a free one?
Lawyer fees are very expensive.
Maybe the final income will not be as much as this fee.
Little John, who had just formed his mind to try to run this book, didn’t have a few words in his pocket, but he pretended to be generous and said:
“Of course, you can also contribute money, I can Share the profits with you."
"This is not about money." Macron glanced at Little John silently. If you are trying to fool people, at least reveal what you are about.
Really, I want to learn from Xiangyang.
But can't learn the essence.
In his opinion, what Little John did was nothing more than deliberately imitating Xiang Yang.
Whatsapp, Uber, INS, and the investment in China they discussed at the dinner table two days ago. Being familiar with Xiang Yang, he came to this conclusion.
However, Xiangyang has always been sincere.
Little John
Looking at the smile hidden at the corner of his mouth, coupled with the words that were meant to make things clear, Macron really didn't want to get involved in this game.
Seeing that the free legal counsel was gone, Little John quickly said: "Of course this is not a matter of money. Let me tell you another news, Xiang likes this work very much."
< br>"Is he interested?" Macron glanced at Little John suspiciously.
"Of course, I use my personality as a guarantee." Little John raised three fingers, fearing that Macron would not believe it, he also reminded:
"Otherwise, why would he attack me? Temper, you are right.”
"That's true." Macron seemed to be moved and nodded subconsciously.
But he felt it was not that simple.
"In this way, our cooperation will be more pragmatic. One person will contribute half." Seeing his move, Little John took the opportunity to say.
“Is half a bit too much?”
Macron felt even more unreliable.
Although it would not be difficult for him to change to a higher-paying offer, compared to the little John in front of him, the income gap between the two was still very large.
This has nothing to do with ability, but career choice.
If he is willing to speak and not talk about others, even Xiangyang will offer an extremely lucrative contract in front of him tonight.
He still has this confidence.
By the way, I can ask Xiang.
Macron, who had made up his mind, smiled and said: "Well, let me think about it, no matter how much money it is, it is not a small amount for me."
"Haha, I know."
Seeing that things have turned around again, Little John looked very happy to have saved a sum of legal fees, "But you have to hurry up, I won't give you too much time."
"Don't worry. Okay.”
For a moment, when Xiang Yang came out of the basement and returned to the ground, he was keenly aware that Little John must have revealed the novel "Fifty Shades of Grey" to Macron.
"I really should find a zipper that can fit his mouth." He sighed, came to Macron's side and complained.
"What? Aren't you satisfied with the basement dehumidification system?" Macron pursed his lips and asked with concern.
"Uh, is that true?" Xiang Yang glanced at Macron in confusion.
Didn’t you say it?
"Xiang, give me two minutes. I want to ask your opinion on something." It was just Macron's words that quickly made Xiangyang deny this judgment.
After whispering to each other for a few words, Xiang Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "How much did he say he would give you?"
"50%"
"Okay, give me a few minutes, you need I'll help you pay for it."
"What?"
"I said, I'll pay for it for you, you don't have to worry," Xiang Yang said, patting Macron. Shoulder, "Consider this as your reward for helping me as a consultant this time."
"That's not possible." Macron waved his hand.
Xiang Yang called him here. Rather than saying that he was here to help as a consultant, it was better to say
"Macron, you are here too. It just so happens that I will take you two to see something fun. Something~" Liu Qianqian appeared out of nowhere and instantly pulled Macron's thoughts back.
She took Xiang Yang's arm and made a gesture to take Xiang Yang out.
“What did you find again?” Xiang Yang didn’t even have time to refuse.
"The real estate consultant told me that the lawn over there can be arranged into a small maze, if we want."
"Maze?"
Xiang Yang was confused, this real estate consultant You are so good at deceiving people.
"Hey, you'll know after you see it." Without further delay, Liu Qianqian pulled Xiang Yang and walked towards the outside of the castle again.
Looking at their backs, Macron swallowed.
It's better to let me come.
"Sir, if you feel tired, we have prepared some meals in the rest area." When a staff member walked in, he said to Macron with a smile. .
“Ah, I’m not hungry yet, thank you.”
(End of this chapter)