freenovelworld Chapter 34 An Entrepreneur Whose Talent Was Delayed by Literature
Chapter 34 An Entrepreneur Whose Talent Was Delayed by Literature
"Ernst, I think you should calm down and focus on conceiving your next novel, instead of thinking about random things. You're a genius writer whom God is feeding you with talent. If you waste this talent, even Jesus might wake up in the middle of the night and appear in your dreams."
While having a great time playing with her "son," Maria agreed to reward him with a bath together after cooking.
The bathtub was empty, his pants were off, and he was even practicing his "Breast-Slaying Palm" technique when a phone call ruined all of Greg's plans.
The guns were polished and the bullets were loaded, but the operation fell through.
Craig wanted to slap himself for this. Why did he have to show off like that? He had to pinch Maria so hard to make her scream. Otherwise, Ernst wouldn't have given him twenty minutes to arrive.
He sped all the way to Montecito, and the first thing the other party said to him broke his guard: he asked him to collect information on game companies because he wanted to buy one to play with.
Let's not even talk about MGM. First, they set up an internet company, and now they're planning to acquire a game company. Do you think running a company is child's play?
Craig scoffed at this, saying, "You're a spoiled brat, and a spoiled brat should act like one."
Lying by the swimming pool in his own villa every day, with a blonde beauty on his left arm and champagne in his right, occasionally writing a few lines of fiction, when inspiration strikes, he writes away; when inspiration fails, he throws a lavish party and partyes until dawn. This is the life a genius writer should have, and it fits the image of Ernst in my memory.
Why the sudden change in style? Are you starting to imitate others and start your own business?
Craig couldn't help but complain, "You're living in a paradise on earth, why do you insist on squeezing onto the narrow bridge of entrepreneurship? Isn't that like a rooster trying to lay eggs like a hen, just making a mess of things?"
"Do you know how popular 'The Hunger Games' is right now? It has sold over 1800 million copies worldwide. What does that mean? If you stacked all those books up, you could probably build a ladder that would reach all the way to the Eastern Hemisphere. Some organizations predict that with the release of 'The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 3' next year, your earnings could very well exceed $4500 million, making you one of the highest-paid authors in the world."
Sales of the first two Hunger Games books have begun to decline, but even a weakened camel is bigger than a horse; despite the drop in sales, it still outperforms most best-selling books.
截止到上周末的10月17号，《饥饿游戏》1已经大卖了1230万册，《饥饿游戏》2也销售超过了600万册。
Wall Street analysts predict that the two Hunger Games books will sell around 2200 million copies this year.
Simon & Schuster took this opportunity to announce in a grand manner that they had already revealed the sales date for "The Hunger Games 3" to the media, setting it for March 1st of next year.
The Hunger Games 3 will definitely continue the success of the first two films; that's for sure, and no one will doubt it.
If The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 4 is successfully published in the second half of next year, then the annual author earnings award will definitely be Ernst's.
Wall Street predicts that Ernst, the nation's most talented author, could earn around $4500 million next year.
Craig will also get a share of the profits, earning over two million dollars in commission and becoming the millionaire he's always dreamed of.
Seeing this fatso take a bite of the stir-fried beef with green peppers, his eyes instantly lit up like a hungry wolf seeing its prey. He grabbed the whole plate and shoveled a huge mouthful into his mouth. Ernst rolled his eyes. "I think you should control your food intake, or you might make money but not live to spend it."
With his mouth full of beef, Craig mumbled indistinctly, "I was just about to eat when you summoned me here. I'm starving; I feel like I could eat a whole cow without any problem."
With his mouth still full of chewing, Craig even revealed his 15-month pregnant belly. "Can't you see it's noticeably sunken?"
Ernst retorted mercilessly, "Are you sure those women aren't after your money? Someone like you, the dragon hasn't even reached the cave entrance before your belly goes in first."
Craig didn't care about Ernst's sarcasm at all. "Whatever, I can make those little bitches perform their moves with such enthusiasm that I'm satisfied."
He stuffed the last three pieces of beef tenderloin on the plate into his mouth, and didn't forget to give Liu Huiying a thumbs-up.
"Wow! This beef is absolutely amazing, it smells so good. I've decided, I'm going to hire a nanny who can cook authentic Chinese food."
With Craig's current income, having a housekeeper is no longer a fantasy, nor will it become a burden.
"Luna, if you have any good candidates to recommend, be sure to tell me immediately."
Luna is Liu Huiying's English name, and Ernst sounds awkward; both call her Aunt Liu.
"Okay, Mr. Craig, I can ask around among the people I know."
Liu Huiying loves her current job very much. Although Ernst and Craig often bicker and tease each other when they meet, you can tell that they have a very good relationship, and their home is always filled with laughter.
So she enjoyed her work here and felt very free and unconstrained.
Ernst never treated her like an outsider, always making her feel at home.
Although Ernst always brought back different women, acting like a playboy, it had nothing to do with her.
She believes Craig is also a very good employer, so she would be happy to help introduce any fellow countrymen looking for work.
The meal was a lively affair, and Craig, his belly round and full, sprawled on the sofa like a fat pig about to give birth.
After resting for a while and drinking a bottle of cola, Craig slowly got up to say goodbye.
"Remember to get it done quickly," Ernst instructed.
Craig stood up, then sat back down in a daze, his expression exaggerated.
"Hey, did you just ignore all my well-intentioned advice? You actually want to acquire a game company? Listen to me..."
Then came a long, rambling speech, spittle flying everywhere, but unfortunately Ernst didn't listen to a word he said.
At this moment, he is considering what kind of game to make after acquiring the game company.
Many PC games that became famous in later generations simply cannot achieve those complex functions and exquisite scenes with today's software technology and hardware configurations, and they would be meaningless to make.
Mobile games are an area he's more familiar with, but even the most skilled cook can't make a meal without ingredients. In an era where you can still see early mobile phones, isn't that just absurd?
Grand Theft Auto is definitely the best choice; there are no technical issues, and the hardware configuration is up to par.
This game is one of the most successful IPs in the world. By 2026, when Ernst was in the series, Grand Theft Auto had already generated more than $300 billion in revenue.
The problem is that although this game will not be released until next year, it was already in development last year.
Even disregarding future plagiarism lawsuits, getting involved now raises serious questions about whether we can develop the technology before others.
Warcraft is very profitable, but haven't you heard that Craig's family has declared that orcs will never be slaves again?
What kind of games are you making?
"Ernst, what do you think of my analysis? So you should use your talent in literary creation and strive to become the greatest writer of the 21st century."
Craig continued rambling on, then raised his voice a few notches when he realized the other person wasn't responding.
"Ernst?"
"what?"
When he came to his senses, Craig found himself holding a bottle of cola again.
To be honest, Ernst really admired how fast the other person drank Coke. While others would drink a bottle of beer in one gulp, Craig could drink two-thirds of a two-liter Coke in one go, without even having to burp.
"You've heard everything I said, haven't you? Listen to me, focus on becoming a great writer, and if you run out of inspiration, go to Hollywood and look for some. There are so many girls out there, surely one of them will inspire you."
"I will pay an extra fee for this mission, let's say $100,000."
A casual remark caused Craig's left foot, which had already taken a step, to freeze in mid-air.
Then he downed the remaining half-bottle of cola in one gulp, giving off a "I'll finish it, you can do whatever you want" vibe.
Ernst sat down again, Craig's face serious. "I've always said that you're a great entrepreneur whose talents have been overshadowed by your literary career. What can I do? You're a genius who excels in everything. Of course, I'm not bad either, otherwise we wouldn't appreciate each other so much."
"Don't worry, leave this to me. If your brothers don't support you, who will?"
Ernst looked at the fat, ball-like man in front of him, a playful smile playing on his lips.
You little brat, I can't handle you.