Chapter 681： : Monroe first met (five / five)

After leaving the clothing store, Jiang Hao threw the old clothes into a trash can and stopped a taxi on the street.

"Sir, where are you going?" The taxi driver asked.

"Go to the telephone office," Jiang Hao said.

Jiang Hao went to the telephone station not to make a call, but to find the information on the yellow page. He remembered the plot in the movie. The actor is the executive director of a brand called Brandy Publishing Company, responsible for the daily operation of the company.

The driver drove in front. Jiang Hao lowered his head to open the wallet. The driver's license, bank card, and business card were all okay. It was mainly the money. Jiang Hao counted it for a total of 830 dollars. Is he rich now?

I just do n’t know if the Mr. Mediterranean who took the girl to buy clothes will be very embarrassed when calculating.

When he came to the telephone office, Jiang Hao searched the directory next to the phone. Brandy Publishing Company finally found it. No. 129 Third Street. There was a phone number on it. Jiang Hao wrote it down.

Just call over,

"Jingle Bell!"

Brandy's phone rang and a female voice came, "Brandy, what can I do for help?"

"Hello, may I ask Mr. Sharman?" Jiang Hao asked.

"Oh, Mr. Sharman went to take his wife to the train, but I think I will be back in another hour," said the woman.

"OK, let me make an appointment and wait an hour to see Mr. Sharman." Jiang Hao said.

"Excuse me, please register your name," the woman said flatly.

"Jon Hall." Jiang Hao reported the name again.

I found a place to have something for breakfast and it was time to see. Jiang Hao came to Brandi Publishing Company. After seeing the lady, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "My name is Jon Hall, I just made an appointment. Is Mr. Sharman back? "

The woman pointed to an office inside, "just came back."

Jiang Hao knocked on the door of the room to enter, and finally saw the movie's main character, Richard Sharman, who was fanning hard to dissipate heat. When he saw Jiang Hao coming in, he immediately dropped the magazine and raised his eyebrow and said with a smile: Just now Morris said that someone had made an appointment. I don't know what Mr. Hall asked me for. "

Jiang Hao said with a smile: "I'm a writer. Come and inquire about publishing. How much royalty can you have for publishing a book in your company?"

"The royalty rate should consider factors such as the popularity of the author, the type, quality and number of copies of the work, the potential market demand, and the exclusiveness of the license. Generally, the publication is determined. The minimum royalty is about 3%, and the highest requires negotiation, but rarely There are more than 10%. "Richard Shaman said.

"3% is too small, I want to talk about how much my book can get." Jiang Hao asked.

Sharman looked at Jiang Hao and pursed his lips. "Mr. Hall, you need to see your work before you can be sure, but the newcomer writer, I don't think it will be too high." Sharman shrugged.

Jiang Hao showed a stunned expression, "Oh yes, I'm so anxious, in fact, I have already written a part, but today's rush, did not bring the manuscript, yes, I can tell you a brief introduction to the story."

"Introduction? Well, I like listening to the story, I hope it is an interesting story." Sharman said with a smile.

"Of course, I think it should be a very attractive story. A housewife Francesca meets a magazine photographer Robert King Kai. In the next few days, they experienced a short romantic lingering, but Francesca was unwilling to give up. Family and broke up in pain with Robert King. "

"It was a day in 1955. Francesca's family went to the market. Francesca stayed at home alone. The photojournalist Robert Kinkay's car stopped in front of the door. He asked her where the Mandison Bridge was, Francis. Card got on the car and took him to the bridge himself.

Robert was busy observing the shape, choosing the angle, and finally picked a wild chrysanthemum to give Francesca a token of gratitude. Francesca had a special taste in his heart, so he invited him to drink iced tea ... "

From the beginning, Richard Sharman didn't pay much attention, but listened to it, he was attracted by this story. This kind of wrong love has a kind of touching taboo. It feels more intimidating. The story told by Jiang Hao is also very Attractive, they talked until noon.

"Jon, this is a great story. By the way, you are half done, right? I think you should show it to me. I think I can give you a price for a newcomer, maybe 4% royalty. It's a reasonable price, "said Sharman.

Jiang Hao raised his hand and looked at the time. "It's noon, or we'll have a meal together and talk about it in detail."

"Okay."

The two casually looked for a restaurant. From the beginning of the novel, they talked about the hot weather and the living environment. The wife and the child were sent by him to avoid the summer. Finally, when it came to the education of the child, both of them became kind. The feeling of a friend.

After lunch, the two returned to the publishing house again, ready to continue the discussion, but when walking to the door of the large office, Jiang Hao's hand brushed and a silver needle pierced into Richard Shaman's neck. Li Cha Sharman fainted when he felt a slight pain in his neck.

"Oh my God, what's wrong with Mr. Sharman, is anyone here? Mr. Sharman fainted." Jiang Hao said, squatting and holding Sharman's head.

Jiang Hao's shout immediately shocked the others, and several people ran from the side room. Morris asked Jiang Hao: "What happened to him?"

Jiang Hao helplessly spread his hands. "I don't know. We just came back from dinner and are ready to continue to discuss things, but when he came here, he suddenly fainted."

After touching and breathing, someone called the hospital. The ambulance came only after more than half an hour. The doctor on the train looked at Sharman and said, "This year's Manhattan is really too hot. This is the third heatstroke today. Let ’s go and inform his family. ”

Jiang Hao did not participate in the chaos here and left the publishing house. When he came to the street, it was already the setting sun. Jiang Hao shook the key in his hand and stopped a rental car with a smile. car.

"Go to 430 Seventh Street."

This address is the home of Mr. Richard Sharman. The two talked about New York's living environment during lunch. Mr. Sharman described the place where he lived clearly, including the surroundings.

"Good sir," the driver answered.

Apartment No. 430, a two-story building, Jiang Hao opened the door with a key and looked at the environment. Next to it was a wooden staircase upstairs. On the side was Mr. Richard Shaman's home. Jiang Hao was honest. Just open the door and enter.

I have to say that the weather is really sultry, it should be about 34 to five degrees. The most important thing is that it is humid and sultry, which makes people feel breathless.

Jiang Hao directly turned on the air conditioner and found a bottle of cola in the refrigerator. This was a cola in 1955, which was stronger than that in 1982. He opened the bottle cap and mumbled and drank.

"Oh ~~"

Jiang Hao took a big slap, and it was much more comfortable now.

Just then, the doorbell rang outside.

"Beep ~~ beep ~~~"

Jiang Hao moved, opened the door ~ www.novelhall.com ~ saw a pretty figure standing outside the door, holding a bunch of things in his hand, saw Jiang Hao appear, across the door glass, exposed to Jiang Hao A sweet smile.

"Ding ~~ I have collected 2 **** points of Marilyn Monroe."

I rely, does this begin?

Jiang Hao took a breath and pressed the access control to open the door. Marilyn pushed in the door, holding a bag of food and an electric fan in her hand. She had blond curly hair, flaming red lips, and a graceful and full body, but with a sincere face on her face. Smile.

"Thank you very much. I forgot to bring the key. By the way, I am a resident who just moved today. I only have to ring your doorbell. Am I stupid? Oh, it's too hot, I'm going up, thank you."

Marilyn said to herself, raising her leg upstairs, Jiang Hao stood at the stairs, looking at her back, the calf in high heels, and the perfect hip curve ~~~

"Ding ~~ I have collected 3 **** points of Marilyn Monroe."

Jiang Hao smiled. The character value below only needs 100 points. Maybe look at her **** more, maybe he can complete the task by himself.