Reborn in America

Chapter 35: Signing the Contract

Carl rushed out of the editor's office, and only then did he know how much White had attached importance to the manuscript. Generally speaking, if you are not a great writer, the editor does not need to meet with the writer. Even if they meet, they are basically making an appointment. Sometimes the writer comes to the publishing house to meet, and sometimes the editor in charge goes to the city where the writer lives.

"Quick, quick! I want to find the author of this book quickly." After Carl understood the importance of the matter, he immediately ran. He rampaged in the hallway and almost knocked others down.

Now White asks Karl to find Alex, which means that the publisher will publish this book as an important work of the year.

Carl finally seized this opportunity so that he would not miss it easily, at least not as indifferent as Andrew.

He was thinking along the way, how to talk to Alex, imagining what to do when he saw each other.

In the recording studio of a record company in Chicago, the Carpenters are recording. This is a recording studio they rented from a local record company in Chicago to make their music records. After all, where they live is too far away from New York, it is impossible to run around every day unless they move to New York.

"Please wait a minute," the music producer Mark outside the soundproof glass suddenly said to the Carpenter brothers inside through the microphone: "Alex, there is a Mr. Carl looking for you."

Mark is a newly hired producer. After all, Rudy's main responsibility is to run the entire company, and it is impossible to be busy making music all the time. Rudy used to have no money to hire people. Now that the company is making money, he certainly won't work so hard in person anymore.

"What's the matter? If it's not an important matter, please don't interrupt our recording work!" Alex hates this kind of thing very much. He is most afraid of interference when he uses his power. He had been using the "retrospective" ability just now to find music fragments in the memory bank.

"Mr. Carl is the editor of Bantan Book Publishing House. He said he would talk to Alex about publishing the book!" Mark had to explain.

The editor of the publishing house? What did he ask Alex for?

Everyone was full of doubts, not knowing what happened. Even Alex was the same, he had completely forgotten the novel he had written. In fact, it was not Alex but Angel who sent the manuscript this time.

While cleaning the room, Angel found a novel written by Alex. She saw the address of the publishing house that Alex wrote down, so she mailed the manuscript to it.

The confused Alex had to pause the recording. He talked to Richard and others about the situation, and then took Karl to another office to discuss it in detail.

"Hello! I'm Carl, the editor of Bantan Book Publishing House!" Carl stretched out his right hand to Alex, and couldn't help exclaiming: "I'm so young, I already wrote books and sang!"

"Hello! Mr. Carl!" Alex reached out and held his hand gently.

"You wrote this "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", right?" Karl finally asked a stupid question. On the way, he had imagined countless kinds of opening speeches, but he didn't expect that he was still shocked by Alex's age.

"Yes!" Alex asked, tilting his head, "Why, is there a problem?"

At the moment of shaking hands, Alex had already copied the information energy from Carl, and he was doing an experiment. I want to know the purpose of this doll's ability. Through the use of this ability, he discovered that the doll can still have the ability to read mind.

For example, now Alex can guess what Carl is thinking, or predict what Carl will say and do. It's just that this so-called mind reading technique is not very practical, it must be locked to a certain target and simulated in the mental space.

"Uh, no... I mean, our company publishes your book, can you roughly talk about your conditions and the follow-up development of this book?" After Carl finished asking, he didn't wait for Alex to answer. Immediately introduced some of Bantan's situation.

Alex listened quietly, without saying a word. After the other party said there was nothing more to say, he slowly said: "You may already know my current situation, and I probably have nothing to spare at the moment. Time to write a book."

After Carl heard this, he was a little disappointed. He thought he could be promoted to the group leader with this opportunity, but Alex said that he didn't have time to continue writing, which basically cut off his hope of promotion.

"But..." Alex said after a pause, "I can only guarantee one copy a year, and it's impossible to have more."

"One is enough, one is enough!" Carl was overjoyed. In his recognition, the author who publishes a book a year is already relatively diligent. But I don't know that Alex will be measured by the level of the world's net writers in the future. You must know that those net writers are no more than 10,000 or 20,000 words a day.

"Then the copyright tax..." Alex finally said the key points.

Carl immediately handed over the prepared contract, and he said, "It's better to find your parents or a lawyer to be there, otherwise this contract won't work."

Alex looked at the contract pretendingly, but he didn't know anything about book publishing in this era. Now he doesn't care about whether this book can be published. He wrote this book just to make money. Now that he has better channels for making money, then this book has become dispensable.

Through the duplication of the doll, Alex can be sure that this contract has no pitfalls, which can be said to be quite satisfactory. For a newcomer like him, it's also a good contract.

"Well, I'll get my parents to sign and authorize you to publish this book of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone"." Alex said to Karl after putting down the contract in his hand.

Carl asked, "Can you tell me about the follow-up thoughts for this book? If there is an outline, it would be best!"

Alex touched his hair and said, "Well, the outline? Not now."

"How many books do you want to write?" Carl still didn't give up.

"Well, let me think about it, there should be seven books!" Alex said unconfidently. He didn't know if he could write all the seven books.

"Yeah! Great!" Carl was finally relieved. There are seven books in total, and that is seven years to write!

In fact, Alex does not intend to write a book a year like Aunt Rowling, he considers it at the speed of an online writer. The seven books are only more than three million words. At the speed of online novel authors, they can do it in just over a year. However, Alex does not have so much free time, so if the speed is halved, it will only take three years.

"By the way, why don't you just copy yourself in the mental space. In this way, you can leave the troublesome thing like writing to it, which saves you trouble."

Thinking of this, he quickly sent Carl away, and then found a quiet place to lie down.

Closing his eyes, his mind sank into the spiritual space. Soon he entered the hut again, and here, it was still the setting sun.

Inside the hut was Karl's doll, and he had no idea about keeping this doll that he had just copied.

With a wave of the small hand, the doll was reduced to a wooden doll. This is the method that Alex came up with. He felt that every time the copied doll was decomposed and erased, it was very energy intensive.

So he created such an initial doll model, and when he wanted to copy someone, he modified it on the basis of this doll model. This not only saves energy, but also quickly builds a model of the target puppet. After use, it can be restored to its original state by only initializing it.

If you have to build a doll model from scratch every time, it will be exhausting.

The model he was going to build this time was not someone else, but himself. In his opinion, as long as this method works, it is equivalent to owning a clone himself.

Under his control, the appearance of the doll soon changed. An Alex doll was born. Only from the outside, this doll is no different from Alex.

"There is still a problem, and that is the duplication of information energy."

Looking at himself like a robot, Alex knew that this was only half done. The most important thing is to inject soul energy into this doll. In other words, input information data, copy information energy or something.

"It used to be copied by touching the target, now is it necessary for me to touch the puppet?"

But now it's in the spiritual space, and everything in it is virtualized by him, not real. He can't return to reality, and then touch himself.

"How can I copy my own information energy?"

At the beginning, Alex wanted to reach out to touch the mental puppet, but when he got closer, he felt something was not right. At the last moment, he stopped and didn't touch the spirit doll.

"Let's try the usual copy method first, and if it doesn't work, change to another method."

To be safe, he left the mental space first, and touched his right hand with his left hand. It seemed that it was useless to touch it.

"If there is no current sense, then there is no copy?"

Returning to the spiritual space, it turned out that the doll was still stunned, and it was not activated at all.

"Forget it, take a look! If you die, you will die!"

Reached out and touched the doll's forehead. Something surprising happened!

"c***k!"

An electric light flashed between him and the doll. It was as if the positive electrode and the negative electrode had touched each other, generating a huge current.

Alex was shaking, completely out of control. A large amount of electric current bloomed centered on him, illuminating the entire spiritual space into a vast expanse of whiteness.

It took a long time before he woke up and found that he had withdrawn from the spiritual space and returned to the real world. I just feel the headache is splitting, let alone enter the spiritual space again to see if the doll inside is activated.

"What the hell is going on! Ouch, it hurts me so much."

He held his head and screamed painful. Not only the headache, but also the high-frequency sound in the ears, just like the "squeaking" electric current.

After a week, he returned to normal and entered the mental space again. It was found that the inside was completely destroyed, and the whole hut collapsed. As for that doll, the electric current has long since burned to the black, and it has lost the value of being used again.