Chapter 100 Fiction Signing

Trafalgar Square is located in the center of London. Its moderate location and beautiful square buildings make it one of the most famous places in London.

Ms. Shaman entered the square with her daughter and sighed as she watched the huge flow of people rushing towards the National Gallery.

She's a little-known writer herself, and it's maddening to come to a book signing for a novel by a twelve-year-old boy.

Mom, let's hurry up, there are so many people.

OK, dear.

Shaman had to speed up her steps. Her seven-year-old daughter had always been very inferior. Harry Potter was her only solace. How could she satisfy her wishes.

Mom, can we see Ryan? The little girl kept her head down, her face still gloomy.

Of course, dear Kate.

Why did Ryan read fluently at age four and start writing children's science fiction at age six, and I'm seven now and can't read even the simplest of articles, and Harry Potter can only be read by you or dad listen to me.

It'll be good when you grow up. Ms. Shaman looked helpless, she knew that her daughter had dyslexia.

The girl named Kate lowered her head, but followed in her mother's footsteps to the National Gallery, her gloomy expression on her face deepened.

Why is this happening? She wanted to ask everyone, why did she have dyslexia and why all the classmates in the school liked to laugh at her in the same school that she used to study when Ryan was in London? Why do they all say they are weird little girls?

There is already a long queue in front of the bookstore with a long history next to the National Gallery. Fortunately, this is the Kingdom of Great Britain and London, and they have the restraint and tradition that they are proud of. There is no such thing as a day or a few days in advance. That's when the queuing happens.

The mother and daughter of Shaman arrived early, and soon they were lined up in the front of the queue, moving forward slowly with the flow of people.

Mom, there seems to be a reporter. She tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes.

Honey, Ryan is a big star, and it's normal for reporters to come over.

Big star? Are you more famous than your father? At her age, it was difficult for her to understand the specific meaning of the word, so she subconsciously moved the director's father out.

Shaman smiled helplessly. Although her husband is a veteran and is somewhat famous in the UK, compared to that boy...

Hey ma'am, hello, is this your daughter? I'm a reporter for The Times, can I ask her a few questions?

A female reporter came over at this time, and Shaman saw that it was a regular reporter, not a paparazzi, and did not stop her, and nodded slightly.

After all, it's good for her character to let her get in touch with more people.

Although she has an awkward personality, the girl is still a little clever. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, Okay, you can ask.

Do you like the Harry Potter series? The reporter asked a silly question, as if taking the girl as a mentally handicapped child.

Of course! Every night before I go to bed, I ask my mom or dad to read the last paragraph for me.

Then which character do you like the most?

Miss Jack of All Trades, Hermione Granger! The girl replied simply, thinking in her heart, if only I were as smart as her.

Then do you like Ryan Jenkins?

Yes, my parents have read all his works for me. Let me tell you a secret, I'm studying in Ryan's former school now. The girl's chin cocked up unconsciously, as if those inferiority complexes had disappeared. .

The reporter asked Ms. Shaman a few more questions, and walked away satisfied, looking for the target of the next interview.

Finally, they entered the bookstore and found that most of the people in front did not just buy Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, but packed all the books published by Ryan and walked towards the signing table.

Mom... The girl pulled her mother's arm, with a look of hope in her eyes.

Okay, dear. Ms. Shaman quickly picked out books, Jurassic Park, Ryan's Tales, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone..., and finally, before picking up Resident Evil, After a little hesitation, this book is not a children's book.

But seeing her daughter's bright eyes, even the inferiority complex and gloom on her face disappeared, she smiled, took down Resident Evil, and walked towards the payment office.

Sitting behind the signing table, Ryan waved the fountain pen in his hand. While signing the signature, he had some sense that all businessmen in the world are the same, born to pursue profit.

At this signing, the publishing house actually launched a seven-book package discount project, which indeed promoted the sales of all books, but his workload increased greatly.

However, there is a price to pay for how much you want to gain.

You know, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire only paid him $5 million in advance from the publishing house, although it was lower than the $10 million when Joanna Rowling released the book in the previous life, but don't Forget it, it's 1992.

What's more, there will be up to 25% of the royalties in the follow-up.

Because he was in the entertainment industry in his previous life, Ryan knew a little bit about book publishing. Needless to say, domestic publishing houses didn't seem to get more than 15% of royalties when he was reborn. It is 15% - 20%.

I have to say that domestic writers are also a group of hard-working people. Like other industries, tax and other expenditures are moving closer to developed countries, but their incomes have not increased significantly.

Looking at the thick stack of books in front of him, the corners of Ryan's mouth trembled. This is a middle-aged couple. They bought a total of 6 sets, a total of 42 books. In their words, they are going to give away. One set for each relative in the family.

Thank you for your support! Ryan bowed his head and shook his wrist, sending the two away.

Ri...Ryan, hello...

A timid girl's voice came from the opposite side. He looked up, smiled, and stretched out his hand, Hello, thank you for your support.

Ryan... The girl opposite looked a little shrinking, and hesitantly shook his hand.

Don't be nervous, look at me. I'm not the same as you. I have one nose and two eyes. I'm not a monster in the media's mouth. Ryan said with a slight smile.

Mom. The girl also smiled, the expression on her face brightened.

Ms. Shaman put seven books on the table, Ryan took the top Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, turned to the title page, and signed his name on it.

Ryan...can... The girl seemed nervous and inferior, Can you write a congratulatory message?

No problem. Ryan gave her an encouraging look.

Just write... The girl scratched her red hair, Well... Kate, I hope you can overcome your dyslexia soon and read fluently.

Okay, lovely Miss Kate. Ryan wrote this sentence in six books without any hesitation, changing his grammar.

On the title page of the final Jurassic Park, Ryan wrote and read softly, Kate, although life is always full of disappointments, confidence and a bright smile will make you more beautiful.

Then he said, You know, I encountered more difficult things when I was a child, but I never got discouraged or gave up, so keep working hard and you will definitely overcome all the hardships!

Thank you, Ryan!

Hearing his words, the gloom on the girl's face gradually dissipated, her inferiority complex became less, and her smile became more confident.

Mom, I will work hard, I will work hard like Ryan.

Seeing the backs of them leaving, Ryan shook his head and suddenly felt that if he wasn't a star, he could be a psychiatrist. Could it be that he was influenced by Natalie? She always likes to read books on psychology in her spare time.

Well, it feels pretty good to help your fans solve a little psychological inferiority. If you want to become a superstar, you must have a different side, otherwise it will make no difference if you just pull one from Hollywood. Ryan thought, and got busy again.

After four busy hours, Ryan escaped the siege of reporters and paparazzi. Ryan got into the car and rushed towards the villa.

Leaning on the back seat, he stuck out his tongue and felt like a dead dog. This time, he was really tired. He was much more tired than the previous album signings. He signed nearly 4,000 books. The soreness made him sigh.

There are also those reporters who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos, constantly asking him if Harry Potter is English literature, and whether it is because he received an English-style enlightenment education that he has such outstanding literary and artistic talents.

Ryan wanted to give them a middle finger. When I was in school in London, I didn't take any class at all. How could British education come from? If you ask this question, you are not afraid to provoke a media war on both sides of the Atlantic.

Well, these guys can't wait for this to happen, so that they can attract attention and promote sales. Maybe missiles on both sides of the Atlantic will be the best for them. If this world is destroyed, the happiest must be the British paparazzi. .

Ryan is not an idiot, he will not be foolishly used as a gunman.

Back at the villa in Kensington, Ryan found that Natalie had come back and was sitting in the living room reading a book, but the content of the book was a little scary, a book about directors.

I found this on the bookshelf in your room. I have nothing to do anyway, just take a look at it, Natalie said.

Why did you come back so soon? Ryan simply sat beside her.

Walked around the Thames, London is like that, nothing special. Clearly, she wasn't much interested in sightseeing.

Don't you think beautiful scenery can cultivate artistic sentiment? Ryan said with a deliberate pouting.

Come on, Ryan, do you know what art is? Oh yes, art is for money and honor. Natalie was still reading.

Well, I admit that it's okay to be smarter than you. Ryan didn't bother to bother with her, and walked upstairs, I went back to my room to read the script, and I'm going to Poland in a few days.

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