Chapter 412 - Chapter 412: Chapter 263: You Write Novels Too? (Please Subscribe)_2 (2/2)
Brother Hao stared at Lin Chuan for a long while before stretching out two fingers to make the gesture for the Arabic numeral ‘7,’ and said magnanimously, “Seven thousand!”
Hou’s eyes popped, and he quickly grabbed Brother Hao’s hand to stop him, saying, “Brother Hao, this amount is too high, we’re going to lose money!”
Brother Hao brushed off Hou’s hand, “I have a good feeling about Zhang and Lin, what’s wrong with offering a bit more? Our collaboration is still ahead! Translate exactly what I said!”
Hou could only translate reluctantly, “My friends, Brother Hao’s offer is seven thousand.”
“Seven thousand?”
Lin Chuan furrowed his brow.
He understood the Malay conversation between Brother Hao and Hou, and given Hou’s nervous look, if it was seventy million, that might be worth considering.
“If you feel this price is too low,” Brother Hao continued generously, “I can increase it!”
“Brother Hao!”
Hou couldn’t help but exclaim.
Lin Chuan frowned again, “How much more can you add?”
“I won’t beat around the bush anymore, I’ll just give you my highest offer, plus this amount!” Brother Hao’s mouth twisted as he extended his index and middle fingers.
Lin Chuan was perplexed.
An increase of twenty million would make it ninety million!
Even a leading website like Sailing Novel wouldn’t just offer that kind of price for exclusive rights!
Mars Novels makes that much money?!
He looked at the Little Landlady by his side and whispered, “Xinxin, are your novel’s numbers really that good?”
Xinxin shook her head slightly, “I can only see the domestic data, and it seems not bad, but I’m not sure about Southeast Asia. I can’t access the overseas data.”
“Ninety million isn’t a small sum,” Lin Chuan warned, leaving the second half of his thought unspoken.
— Could this be a scam?
Before Brother Hao and Hou arrived, he had taken the time to check the headquarters of Mars Novels, which was in Southeast Asia, seemingly just over a hundred kilometers from the Morgan Group.
At that time, Lin Chuan had wondered if these two could be from the Morgan Group.
When he saw Brother Hao and Hou, that suspicion was dispelled; they just didn’t seem the type.
But now, with Brother Hao’s offer of ninety million, he couldn’t help but feel more suspicious.
“Chairman, I don’t understand much about this, you decide for me,” the Little Landlady put her trust in Lin Chuan, leaving the decision to him.
Lin Chuan nodded.
Then, he looked at Brother Hao and Hou, “Gentlemen, ninety million is quite beyond my expectations.”
Hou and Brother Hao exchanged a glance.
Brother Hao waved his hand, “Lin, you might have heard wrong, it’s nine thousand.”
“Nine thousand?”
Lin Chuan was stunned and verified once again, “Just nine thousand, no millions?”
Brother Hao nodded slightly.
Pfft—
Lin Chuan managed to hold back, but the Little Landlady didn’t; she spat the mouthful of coffee she was drinking straight into the bin beside her, bursting into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Lin Chuan patted the Little Landlady’s back to prevent her from choking on her laughter and then asked, “This nine thousand, is it in US dollars?”
Brother Hao’s mouth twitched, “In yuan.”
At that, Lin Chuan couldn’t hold back any longer, his eyes crinkling up with mirth.
Nine thousand yuan, wasn’t that outright daylight robbery?
No, it wasn’t even robbery anymore; it was pure abstraction!
After a good while.
Lin Chuan finally stopped laughing, “Gentlemen, I’m afraid there’s no way we can discuss this deal, sorry. The coffee’s on me.”
“Lin, you’re not happy with this price?”
Brother Hao asked.
“Of course,” Lin Chuan responded bluntly, “I’m a novelist too, and I’m somewhat familiar with the Southeast Asia market. I’ve never heard of exclusive rights being sold for nine thousand yuan.”
Brother Hao suddenly looked stunned, “You write novels too?”
Lin Chuan nodded.
Brother Hao’s expression became somewhat unnatural, “Which novels have you written?”