MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 22

Jonathan explained to his wife a little embarrassedly, "I'll fix it."

"You don't have the talent for a plumber, Jonathan."

Martha looked up. "Only the talent of an electrician and farm machine repairman."

"Can I take this as your compliment to me?"

Jonathan went into the toilet with the tools and turned back to his wife.

"call......"

Martha wasn't in the mood to joke with her husband.

Looking at the serious overspending data on the bill, he sighed heavily.

"It seems that the bank loan business is about to move up the agenda."

While worrying about how to not be overwhelmed by high profits after taking out a loan, several uninvited guests came to the farm.

Several middle-aged men in suits and ties came to the Kent farm accompanied by Nell.

"Are you looking for Eric?"

"Yes, but you, as Eric Kent's guardians, have no problem negotiating a publishing contract with us."

The middle-aged man, who introduced himself as "Metropolitan University Press," explained to Jonathan and Martha with a smile.

"and many more......."

Jonathan asked the other party with some doubts: "You mean, you have taken a fancy to Eric, that is, my son's contribution, and want to discuss with him about publishing a book?"

"Actually, it was Mr. Eric's book that Ms. Nell recommended to us. It is full of bizarre imagination and incredible immersive effects, and we think it has high commercial value. Since Mr. Eric has no book agent , so we can only visit."

The middle-aged man from the publishing house replied patiently.

After Martha and Jonathan heard the middle-aged man's words, they cast their exploratory eyes on Nell, and got a positive look from the other side.

"This... can we take a look at Eric's manuscript?"

Martha asked the other party in disbelief.

She never thought that her youngest son would publish a book. Although she often sees Eric writing and drawing on weekdays, she thought it was just a hobby in her spare time.

Martha took the manuscript from the other party's hand in a daze, and browsed it roughly.

Just like before, although I had a feeling of trepidation in the clouds and mist, it was not infected by the content of the text, but more like a meaningless physiological reaction.

No matter how you look at it, I don't think it has any "commercial value".

"We have to wait for Eric to come back before we can negotiate a publishing contract with him, after all, this is his work."

Although his heart was filled with doubt and shock, Jonathan calmly expressed his attitude.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and Eric just came in at this time.

The crowd immediately turned their attention to him.

Chapter 32 How dare you fight against me

"So...the people at the publishing house gave you thirty thousand dollars?"

During dinner, Martha looked at the thirty thousand dollars placed on the table and still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, in general, the author can ask for an advance payment of ten thousand, twenty thousand or thirty thousand before publication. This money can be paid before publication, and after publication, the royalties due to the sales income and the author's related rights income, The publisher is charged to the author's account."

Eric explained to his mother.

"If the publishing house does not earn more than 30,000 yuan, do you still have to return part of the money?"

Jonathan put forward his views more rationally.

"Currently, there are no such rules."

Eric put down the cutlery in his hand and said to his father: "Generally speaking, the amount paid in advance is comprehensively considered by the publishing house. Even if they lose money, it can only be said that there is a problem with their judgment. So... .. the money we can use with confidence.”

"I never thought my son would become a writer!"

Martha stroked Eric's hair happily, "The writer who walked out of the small town farm, maybe... everyone will be proud of you in the future."

"And Clark."

Seeing Clark's somewhat gloomy expression, Martha reached out and held Clark's hands, "I'm as proud of you as Mommy, Clark."

Although Clark was a little frustrated, he quickly picked up his emotions.

He was also happy for his younger brother to see Eric's work published.

"Maybe you should consult a lawyer. After all, there are many things we don't understand about the publishing contract drawn up by the publisher."

Although Jonathan was also very happy, he calmly considered for Eric.

"Ms. Nell knows a lot about the law and she checked the publishing contract and it's fine."

Eric explained to his parents.

"Neil helped you a lot, and we really have to thank her."

Jonathan took out two bottles of hard soda from the cupboard, "I think it's time to celebrate today. You two just grown-up high school students can have a proper drink."

"No, Jonathan, they can't drink alcohol. Hard sodas have more than 5% alcohol in them. I don't think it's suitable for teenagers."

Martha immediately rejected Jonathan's offer.

"Okay, then we two adults have a drink."

Jonathan, who shrugged, winked at Eric and Clark, "You two have to abide by the rules that teenagers are not allowed to touch alcohol or suspected alcohol."

......

"I don't think hard soda has more than 5 percent alcohol in it, at least I haven't tasted it."

On the Smallville High School campus, Pete expressed his views on hard soda to Clark, "Maybe it's not directly fermented like other alcohol, who knows! I like hard soda anyway."

"Hey!"

Chloe, who was holding the book, asked helplessly towards the two of them: "Isn't the matter we discussed just now about Eric publishing a book?"

"Yes, it does sound incredible, but when I think of Eric Kent, everything seems to make sense."

Pete said to Chloe: "After all, we saw him shooting lasers out of his eyes and punching Clark in the head."

"Sorry Clark, I didn't mean to."

After apologizing to a slightly embarrassed Clark, Pitt continued: "If you accept that he can shoot lasers out of his eyes, I don't think there's anything surprising about being a writer." After Clark got along, I developed a tough nerve."

"Pete, I guess the biggest reason is that you're not interested in writing, after all...you prefer football."

Chloe replied.

"Probably, I'm no match for you when it comes to writing interests, Chloe. You're the editor-in-chief of the Torch, after all."

Pete continues to argue with Chloe about "writing".

"To be honest, I'm interested in Eric's manuscript, maybe... maybe it can be published in the Torch?!"

Chloe did not follow Pete's topic, but instead drew the attention of Eric's manuscript.

"A lot of Eric's manuscripts are in Lana. Maybe you have a higher success finding Lana than Eric."

Clark's advice to besties.

"Well......"

Chloe's eyes narrowed, showing a half-smile expression, "Clark, aren't you nervous? After all, the girl you like has become Eric's exclusive book agent."

"I have no idea."

Clark shook his head slightly dazedly, "If I think too much, or stop what should happen because of fear, I can't do it."

"Poor Clark, sometimes in love you have to be selfish."

Chloe showed a sympathetic expression, but then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "But I'm not sure, I'd rather trust you, Clark, than trust Eric's character to find a girlfriend."

Clark: "..."

Although it is complimenting me, why does it sound wrong? !

After parting with Clark and Pete, Chloe returned to the editor-in-chief of the Torch.

Putting down his schoolbag, he was just about to make a cup of espresso when the door of the editor-in-chief was suddenly pushed open.

With a "bang", the football coach Watt rushed in.

The aggressive coach Watt, holding a newspaper in his hand, threw it in front of Chloe with a "pop".

"Do you know what you did today? Openly slandered me in the newspaper, you despicable fellow, what's your motive?"

Coach Watt gritted his teeth and stared at Chloe viciously, with a tendency to act when he disagreed.

"I'm just reporting the facts."

Chloe was very calm. "In the football team, haven't there been rumors about your corporal punishment of students? And I also know that some students have been hurt by you recently and they dare not report to the team."

"So you're just reporting without evidence?! I've been on the team for twenty-five years, and I've won countless honors for this school, and you, a pen-and-pen student, whine in the newspapers, Write a few innuendo words and try to trip me up? Dream, you will never succeed!"

"I will only report truthfully."

Chloe's anger was also aroused, "If it's just innuendo, I'll put Principal Guan's death on it. I know that Principal Guan has been investigating your cheating on team members and wants the board to fire you!"

"you......"

Coach Watt's eyes were about to spit fire, "I warn you one last time, there is no obstacle between me and my role model! If you don't want to cause more trouble, shut up for me!"

The last words were almost shouted out by him.

As his roaring words echoed in the room, the newspaper that fell to the ground burst into flames.

The flames that sprang up made Chloe's face change greatly, and she stepped back in panic.

Chapter 33 For whom does the death knell sound

"Today is Clark's game day, and Jonathan and I are going to the game. Eric, are you going?"

Martha, who was wearing a scarf and preparing to go out, stood at the door and asked Eric.

"No."

Eric, who was looking at the information from reporter Chris, shook his head and refused.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in football right now."

"uh-huh."

Jonathan put on his jacket and said to Eric: "Sometimes we have to make some changes, like me, and now I have to go to the football game with Martha, even though I've always disapproved of Clark joining the football team. "

"You can't be so stubborn all the time, Jonathan. Just as we support Eric's writing, you also support Clark's football hobby," Martha told her husband.

Jonathan sighed. "It's not the same thing at all, Martha."

"That's one thing, at least in Clark's mind."

Martha wraps her husband's scarf. "It's about whether a father trusts his son, and trust . . . is so important sometimes."

"I know."

Flashing the watch on his wrist to his wife, Jonathan smiled slightly, "If we don't hurry up, we'll be late."

After his parents left, Eric turned his attention to the notebook in front of him.

The notebooks are mostly news interviews, videos, and photo footage.

After rummaging through all the system disks, I found a suspicious file in the hidden folder.

The first page of the document catches my eye is a nursery rhyme:

we killed it,

who will be the pastor

who will be the priest

who will carry the coffin for it

who will sing hymns to it

The crow used its little book to write down the prayer of death