Dinner ended in a pleasant atmosphere. Due to excessive excitement, Carl fell drunk on Andy's sofa and refused to leave. After sending Nelson away, he saw Carl lying on the sofa in the living room like a dead pig. He said to the nanny Liu Yan, "Auntie Liu, give him the blanket and let him sleep on the sofa. You should go and rest too."
"Okay, sir." Liu Yan took out a blanket from the guest room on the first floor and covered Carl with it, then turned off the main light in the living room and went to rest.
Andy walked into the bathroom, closed the door, took off his clothes, and stepped into the bathtub.
He liked the feeling of taking a bath more and more, especially looking at his increasingly strong body. It must be the benefit of traveling through time. The large pores of Westerners disappeared, and there was no chest hair that made Orientals uncomfortable. The rough skin also became much smoother.
In order to get a good price, there is still a lot of work to be done. Of course, Nelson and Carl will be in charge of the preliminary work. As for Andy firing his previous accountant, Nelson did not ask too many questions. He just told Andy that he would soon find a new financial advisor with rich experience to join the negotiation team.
The comfortable hot bath made Andy completely relaxed. He wiped himself clean with a towel, put on a bathrobe and walked out. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the desk in the bedroom, lit it, and looked at the night sky outside the window, feeling very conflicted.
As my body gets stronger day by day, the restless heart of a party animal and the thoughts of a quiet homebody are constantly colliding.
Andy suppressed the impulse, put out the cigarette, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
The next morning, Carl left in a hurry, got in the car and started making phone calls, looking for almost everyone he knew at the TV station in the phone book.
After Andy had breakfast, he drove around Hollywood. It had been two months since he came here, but he hadn't really looked around much. All he had were memories in his mind.
Rodeo Drive is Los Angeles' most exclusive and exquisite fashion street, showcasing the world's most renowned and sought-after designs by top international designers. Its bold and opulent decor befits its status as the world's most luxurious and expensive shopping boulevard.
Rodeo Drive is flanked by the Beverly Hills Hotel and the Four Seasons Hotel at Beverly Hills, two of Los Angeles' finest hotels. Between them lie over 100 designer stores and the quintessential haute couture boutiques of the fashion world.
Adjacent to Rodeo Drive are the Second Rodeo Drive and several European-style shops, as well as cobblestone streets, fountains, and taverns.
Andy looked at everything with such freshness and curiosity. Except for the women's clothing store, he hardly missed any distinctive store. He found many things he liked from the wide variety of goods and kept swiping his card. The messy things added up to eight or nine bags.
The feeling of being rich is indeed a happy one. When you see something you like and buy it, you don't have to worry about the price. This kind of financial freedom makes Andy very comfortable.
Thinking about his past self, he was almost suffocated by the pressure of mortgage and car loans. He didn't even dare to get married. When he thought of marriage, he thought of his girlfriend.
Why...
With a sigh, Andy stopped dwelling on the past. Thinking about it now would only add to his troubles.
After hanging around like this for a few days, Nelson and Carl led the team to conduct preliminary communication and negotiations with several TV stations that were interested in purchasing the creative idea. In the end, NBC (National Broadcasting Company) and CBS (Columbia Broadcasting System) were the two that remained because they were the most sincere.
Andy finished reading the document in his hand and threw it on the desk. He looked at Nelson and Carl sitting opposite him, gently turning the pen in his hand and frowning slightly.
"NBC is only willing to bid $8 million to buy out all U.S. copyrights and refuses to share in advertising revenue. CBS is only willing to bid $5 million and also refuses to share in advertising revenue." Nelson looked at Andy, who was frowning.
He began to explain.
"Hmph." Andy sneered in his heart. They knew that he didn't have the ability to produce it, so they were trying their best to lower the price.
"Carl, how's the contact with the British side going?" Andy asked Carl, who was in a daze.
"IBTV is willing to offer 30 million pounds, plus 10% of advertising revenue to buy out our global copyright!" Carl had not yet recovered from the news he had just received on the phone, and was just repeating it blankly.
Nelson and Andy looked at each other in surprise, then asked at the same time, "What's going on?"
"Ah? Ah! We're rich, Andy, we're rich..." Carl woke up from his daze and jumped up suddenly. His fat body trembled, which was very funny.
"Okay, don't get excited yet. Tell us what's going on?" Andy rolled his eyes and asked loudly in annoyance.
"Hahaha, I heard that someone at their TV station recently came up with an idea for a talent show, which is somewhat similar to ours, but not as complete and novel as ours. After I faxed it to them, they haven't given me any feedback. They called me on the way here today to tell me that they want to buy it!" Carl was still laughing excitedly, looking like a smug man.
Nelson and Andy looked at each other, and were both glad that they had obtained the copyright early on.
"Congratulations, boss. You've become a multi-millionaire. Maybe soon you'll be a young billionaire!" Nelson's eyes flashed with envy, and he stood up and congratulated.
"Haha, thank you. It's all luck. Who would have thought that the by-product of writing novels would be so valuable! However, I won't sell the global copyright. Tell them that I will only sell them the copyright for the UK, and I can give up the share of advertising revenue." Andy couldn't stop being ecstatic, but he didn't get carried away. The global copyright had to be in his own hands.
"Nelson, I give you the authority. You and Carl will be responsible for negotiating with them."
"No problem, boss, don't worry." Nelson was also concerned about closing the deal. After all, he could receive a considerable reward.
"Also, Carl, the contract with Scholastic has been signed. When will my book be published?" Andy asked his agent beside him.
"I've already asked, and they said it will be in the newspapers in the next few days, so we need to do enough advance publicity." Carl was still excited with a red face.
Andy nodded lightly, clapped his hands on the table, stood up, smiled and said to Karl: "I'll give up the place to you. You are the manager here. I'm leaving, and the rest of the things are up to you."
Andy waved his hand, telling Cole and Nelson, who were standing at the door, not to see him off, and walked out of the building.
This three-story building is the office of the "Mockingjay" copyright company, located in West Hollywood. The wall paint is a bit mottled, and the company sign has been hung up. A mockingjay emblem with its wings flapping in flames is particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.
Scholastic Publishing House acted very quickly indeed. Within two days, more than a dozen newspapers across the United States reported the news of Andy's new book.
Walking into the company, Andy saw a few new faces, especially the two receptionists. They were both about 1.7 meters tall, with sexy bodies and decent features, but their makeup was a bit too heavy. After a few glances, Andy lost interest.
"Damn it, this fat guy Carl really knows how to enjoy himself. Even though she's not the best, she can still be considered a beauty. Is he playing some fucking unspoken rules again?" Andy complained secretly in his heart.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, Manager Carl and Attorney Nelson are waiting for you in the manager's office." One of the receptionists came up and said with a smile.
Andy smiled and nodded, looking at the white shirt that was almost bursting, and couldn't help but secretly admired "It's really big!"
When I opened the door, I saw Carl and Nelson, both dressed in suits, chatting casually.
"How is it? Can you make a decision today? You have worked hard these days." Andy sat on the sofa and said to his two subordinates who had been working hard for him.
"Oh my God, Andy, you're finally here. We've been exhausted these past few days..." Carl complained with a dissatisfied look on his face.
"Hey, Carl, stop complaining. Now that I'm here, shall we get going right away?" Andy interrupted Carl's chatter unhappily and looked at Nelson.
"Haha, it's almost time. Let's talk about some things on the way." Nelson picked up the briefcase and followed Andy and slowly began to talk about the progress of the negotiations over the past two days.
When they arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel, Andy saw five or six people sitting on the sofa in the lounge area. When they saw them walk into the lobby, they quickly tidied their appearance and walked towards them.
Andy still had some impression of these people. They were his negotiation team. After the two parties met, they walked towards the elevator.
"bite"
As soon as the elevator door opened, Andy saw Steve Fry, the head of the distribution department of ITV, who was representing the negotiations and whom he had met once before, waiting there.
"Hello, Mr. Smith, nice to see you again." Steve Fry smiled and stretched out his hand to shake Andy's hand.
"Hello, Mr. Frye, sorry to have kept you waiting." Andy had a bright smile on his handsome face.
"Please come this way. Our TV station's vice president in charge of variety shows has been waiting inside for a long time."
Andy looked back at Nelson, who nodded slightly, gave him a reassuring look, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.
Pushing open the door of the conference room, a middle-aged man in his fifties with a Mediterranean hairstyle and a little fat stood up from his seat with a smile on his face and walked up to Andy surrounded by a group of people.
"This is our Vice President, Mr. Ed Charles. Mr. Charles, this is Mr. Andy Smith," Steve Fry introduced.
When Charles heard this, he smiled and shook hands with Andy and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Smith. You are so young."
Andy also shook hands with him with a smile on his face and said, "It's my honor to meet you."
After the two men let go of each other's hands and exchanged a few pleasantries, the two groups took their seats. But Andy was no longer the leader. Nelson, Carl, and one of Andy's financial advisors formed the top negotiators this time. Andy knew he was just a mascot, so he could only watch from the sidelines as they fought for his own interests.