novelinnhs Chapter 91 The Lucky Schoolteacher
Chapter 91 The Lucky Schoolteacher
Chapter 91 The Lucky Schoolteacher (Short Chapter)
Upon hearing this, Stephen King opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, only letting out a sob.
He glanced at his wife beside him, then at Sylvester Stallone in front of him, and felt that the warmth he felt at that moment was a hundred times hotter than the flames in a stove.
The wind and snow howled outside the car, as if offering a symphony for this turning point in fate.
"Alright, Sly!" He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes hard, and then tilted his head back to drink the hot water in his cup in one gulp. "By the time you get back to Los Angeles, my manuscript should already be at your doorstep."
"Haha, seriously." Stallone flipped through the stacks of manuscript paper on the table. Although the handwriting was messy, as a creator himself, he was already deeply captivated by the beginning of the story. "If Books hadn't been waiting for me, I wouldn't even want to fly back. I think your story will definitely satisfy my boss."
"Wait for our good news!"
Stallone stood up, said goodbye to the couple, and prepared to leave the cramped trailer with George.
Stephen looked at him, the man he'd met by chance in Memphis, who had found his battlefield. Now, "after taking so many punches," the future master of horror's voice choked with emotion, "is it finally my turn to throw a punch?"
Stallone patted him on the shoulder and said with emotion, "Buddy, believe me, meeting Qin Han is the luckiest thing that ever happened to us."
The Peninsula Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Qin Han listened to Luo Na's sharing on the phone, a smile playing on his lips.
The dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour outside the window seemed even more radiant: "It seems our big guy is quite efficient."
On the other end of the phone, Lorna Barrett's voice sounded slightly distorted and rather dismissive: "You really think highly of that schoolteacher named Stephen?"
"I've investigated his background. He's written a few short stories, but they haven't been well-received, and no publisher is willing to take them on."
"What kind of groundbreaking masterpiece do you think a weirdo holed up in a remote, impoverished place like Maine could possibly write?"
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"Lorna, some people's talent is like magma underground; you can't see any sparks before it erupts," Qin Han teased her, "How about we make a bet?"
"If this book can sell a million copies—"
"Stop!" Lorna interrupted him without hesitation. "Don't try that on me. Everyone who made a bet with you, from Ashley to Sidney, ended up badly. I'm not falling for it."
"Since you think highly of him, I'll help you put in a good word for him in the publishing industry. Anyway, you're the boss, so if we lose money, it'll be yours."
Qin Han chuckled and said, "Don't worry, you'll thank me. By the way, filming for 'Enter the Dragon' is almost over. After my master and I finish up here, we'll fly back to America."
"I have a big gift for you when we meet."
"A big gift? I prefer cash," Rona joked.
"We also have cash dividends; the profits from 'The Big Boss' have already been distributed." Qin Han cleared his throat: "A full four hundred thousand US dollars!"
"But before that, could you help me investigate a company?"
Which one?
"Atari," Qin Han uttered the name that would dominate American living rooms in the next few years: "Help me figure out what they do, and just how popular their electronic billiards are."
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