Other-Worldly Restaurant of A Stay-at-Home Dad

McGonagall was sitting on an uncomfortable sofa in his not so spacious office, looking calmly at Delma, who was making tea for him.

It's this man who has published a little h-article about him. Oh, no, there's more than one. He has just made a simple survey. Now there are six little h-articles about his peers in the market, three of which are from Delma. The best-selling one is boss Mai's little wife.

So McGonagall didn't like him and even wanted to give him two big mouths.

Delma made the tea and put it down in front of MEG. Then she sat down opposite him and said with a smile, "can you tell me more about the cooperation Mr. Padar said earlier?"

"Well, when I went to the bookstore today, I found that the book published by your publishing house sold well. I bought one and found that the content was also good. It was a good book with good quality and good reputation. So I went to the publishing house on the book cover to talk with you about the cooperation and whether I could buy the publishing agency right of the Los empire." McGonagall said with a smile: "to sell this book with the strength and channel of Padar publishing house, in addition to the agency fee, we can also give you five levels of profit sharing."

"This..." Delma's eyes suddenly turned, and there was such a good thing!

Two million copper coins is not a small sum of money for Delma. Although it seems that the sales volume of "boss Mai's wife" is good at present, and it is successful to get out of the circle, due to the limitation of the subject matter, it is probably the upper limit to sell 100000 copies.

After all the costs are removed, they can earn only two or three million copper coins.

If the God of wealth could give them two million copper coins and open the huge cake of the Los Empire to him, it would be very beautiful.

"Too little?" Meg's mouth turned slightly up, but his voice was a little cold.

"Many, many!" Delma quickly shook his head and said with a smile: "you see, this is not a small cooperation. We still need to have a good discussion. I just want to give some guidance. How many copies do you expect to sell in the Los Empire?"

"With the quality of this book and the popularity of boss Mai, it shouldn't be a problem to sell millions of copies at will." Meg said with a curl.

"Million copies!" Delma's eyes were bright. Even if a Book earns 30 copper coins and 50% of the money is separated, it will be more than 10 million!

"The market of the Los empire is really huge..." Delma's breath became a little heavy, which was too moving for him.

The key is that he can completely hide this cooperation. He doesn't tell the northwest lone wolf that he secretly ate the money, and without knowing it, he earns 10 million more.

It's not that he didn't want to do it himself, but it's useless to be a publisher. You have channels and connections. Otherwise, readers will never have a chance to see your books, let alone sell them.

"Well, that's settled." Delma clapped.

"It's not yet settled." MEG took a sip of tea and cocked his legs.

"Well?" Delma was stunned and nervous. "Is there anything else you're not satisfied with?"

McGonagall said: "I'm not dissatisfied. It's a big business after all. While I'm on a business trip to the chaotic city, I'd like to meet the author of this book and talk to him about his creative mind and future creative plans."

"Do you want to see the author?" Delma pondered, and her mind turned quickly. She was worried that Meg would dig the wall, but she didn't think that the fat on her mouth would fly like this. She was a little tangled.

"If it's not convenient, forget it." McGonagall took the book back into his briefcase, got up and made a gesture to walk towards the door.

Delma got up and said with a smile: "it's not convenient for you to see the author. Of course, I'll go to the editor who is responsible for following up the northwest lone wolf and take you to see him. Oh, I'll go with you."

MEG took a look at him, as if to examine his sincerity, and nodded after a while.

Delma quickly went out and wiped the cold sweat on her forehead. Sure enough, people who talk about tens of millions of businesses have different personalities.

"Boss... Isn't that right? Northwest lone wolf never sees anyone else. Last time you asked me to talk about the signing meeting with her, she refused. This time you're going to take someone to see her, she won't see you. " The editor looked at the boss with a sad face.

Since she became the editor of Northwest lone wolf, there has never been a better day.

But after three years of keeping a dog, there will still be feelings, not to mention giving a writer a blade every day. This is the writer she feeds. Can we not protect her?

"Today this person, she does not see also must see, does not have the choice, you hurry to take us to pass." The boss said solemnly, then approached the editor, lowered his voice and said, "this guest is very important. After it's finished, I'll give you a 1000 salary increase and double the year-end bonus."

"Really?" The editor's eyes lit up.

"When did I cheat you?" Delma said, patting her chest.

After a battle between heaven and man, the editor finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "OK, I'll take you there, but we have an agreement first. If she doesn't want to see you, you can't force her. She's the author. If she really wants to be in a little mood, I can't help it."

Duangeng is an author's last stubbornness.

When Delma heard that she was a bit cautious. Although she signed the contract, she couldn't go too far. At present, the publishing house depends on her.

MEG got on the coach that Delma had prepared, and the middle-aged woman opposite him was secretly looking at him.

About ten minutes later, the carriage stopped outside a courtyard in the south by west direction of the city.

"That's it." Said the editor, getting out of the carriage first.

MEG got out of the carriage. Through the hollow low wall, he could see the layout of the yard. In early spring, a tree at the corner of the yard had already sprouted pink flowers. Flowers and plants could be seen everywhere in the yard. He took good care of them. He had survived the cold winter, and green clothes had emerged in the warm wind of early spring.

At the other end of the yard, there is a swing tied to the old locust tree. It floats gently with the wind. There is also a rocking chair in the yard. Although there is no one sitting, I just look at it and feel that it should be very comfortable to lie on it.

It can be seen that the owner of the yard should be a person who loves life and will enjoy life.

However, this arrangement... Seems like a girl's heart is a little full?

Isn't this a pervert?

MEG frowned.

But when I think of a man, I can imagine such a detail to him. It's not that a pervert can't do such a thing.

"What about people?" Meg said.