Chapter 61 The main job and the side job are both correct!
Second floor, study room.
Goethe sat behind his desk with a frown on his face, and paused with the pen in his hand. When the sky became slightly brighter, he finally let out a long breath.
"The first five chapters are finally finished!"
Goethe said softly.
Yesterday, after returning to No. 11 Kimmel Street, Goethe went straight to his study.
In order to maximize his profits, he had to write the so-called "Adventures in the Wilderness" in the shortest possible time and publish it in the newspaper.
Moreover, this book must have specious supernatural knowledge mixed in it - when the plan to contact the official was completely abandoned, choosing a wild 'supernatural person' became Goethe's only option, but without the constraints of the law, doing so
The danger will skyrocket!
Therefore, for the sake of safety, Goethe carefully chose specious supernatural knowledge.
Goethe hoped to use this book to attract the "extraordinary beings" in the "secret realm" in front of him, but he did not want to bring real danger to himself.
Or, to be more precise, even if there is danger, it must be within controllable range.
It’s impossible for some specious extraordinary knowledge to attract extremely powerful ‘extraordinary beings’, right?
Goethe thought.
Then, he looked at the article he had written and pondered for a moment.
Then, he began to delete some specious extraordinary knowledge, leaving only a short paragraph -
"Discovering that the 'Word in Scarlet' was entirely written in an unknown script, Holmes fell into an uncontrollable excitement. He stayed up all night studying it. After several attempts to persuade his friend Dr. Watson to no avail, he had no choice but to bring breakfast to Holmes.
In front of them, but at this moment, the police sergeant who was accompanying them knocked on their door and brought bad news: the ghost wolf killed someone again!"
…
Goethe recited it several times silently, and then looked at the word "blood" which was replaced by two correct "pictures and compound words" and two wrong "pictures and compound words", and felt that it was still a bit dangerous.
Finally, the number of ‘picture complex words’ was reduced to two, one correct and one incorrect.
"There should be no problem this time!"
Goethe muttered to himself, got up and walked downstairs.
Goethe was quite confident about whether the manuscript would be popular.
Not only that, he laid the groundwork well enough in the early stage.
Also because he believed in the strength of the great writers in his hometown.
Even after his magical changes, it will still be wonderful.
Of course, what Goethe was most fortunate about was that the 'Secret Realm' was connected to the 'Anchor World', some of the secret knowledge was the same, and he happened to have learned the most basic picture language.
Otherwise, this would be hell difficulty.
"Master, morning!"
The manservant who had been standing outside the study all night looked at Goethe who opened the door and walked out, and immediately bowed to greet him - the name of the live-in manservant for his employer was no different from the previous servants in traditional aristocratic homes.
If it is a male or female servant who goes home every day, he or she will address the employer as sir, madam, etc.
"Thank you, Kai."
"After breakfast, let's go and have a rest."
"As a writer, my work and rest are different from ordinary people. You need to adapt."
Looking at the tired-looking manservant, Goethe said with a smile.
"Master, I will adapt as soon as possible, please don't worry."
"Maria scrambled the eggs as you ordered."
The footman answered meticulously.
As a qualified servant, you are naturally focused on your employer.
Especially if the employer is not a critical person.
Of course, Kai clearly remembered what happened yesterday. The six people who fell on the ground all told him that even if the employer in front of him was not a harsh person, he still needed to maintain 100% respect.
Goethe nodded and walked towards the first floor.
The maid Maria has been standing at the dining table waiting for a long time.
Compared with the fatigue of the male servant, the maid who only got up early after sleeping all night was in high spirits.
"Master, this is the egg sauce you ordered. I have prepared bread and salad for you to go with it."
Maria shows Goethe the fruits of her labor.
Different from the egg sauce in Goethe's memory, the egg sauce in front of me has a grayish white color due to the addition of milk. It tastes sweet and spicy, and a little salty. The texture is quite sticky, a bit like yogurt.
Goethe took a sip, soaked the bread, and ate it with the salad.
Very quickly, breakfast was finished.
Looking at Maria who was looking at him expectantly, Goethe didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm.
"Well done, don't do it again next time."
Goethe said tactfully.
Then, after a pause, he continued.
"Try to have ordinary and normal meals in the future."
Goethe emphasized.
"Okay, Master."
Maria nodded repeatedly, looking happy.
The host praised her for how delicious it was!
But why not do it again next time?
Is it meant to be a holiday meal?
The maid was a little confused.
While the maid was clearing away the dishes, Goethe walked out of the room.
The humid air refreshed Goethe's spirits. Rick, the driver outside the door, took off his hat and greeted Goethe.
Goethe somewhat understood why the other party was the best coachman of the 'Simok Private Carriage Shop'. Not only could he solve some unexpected things, but he was also meticulous in his essential work. According to the agreement between the two parties, the other party only needed to arrive at eight o'clock every morning.
Just serve him at ten o'clock in the evening, and it's only half past seven. He must have left after exceeding the agreed time last night.
"Morning, Rick."
Goethe greeted the coachman, and then looked at a middle-aged man standing at his door.
There was dew on the other party's shoulders. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a long time but did not knock on the door.
"Good morning, Mr. Marple."
"I am Trisik, editor-in-chief of the Hessettins' Bugle."
"It's an honor to meet you."
When Goethe's eyes swept over him, the other party began to introduce himself.
"Hello."
Goethe responded kindly.
Goethe naturally knew why the other party came.
He had been working so hard yesterday to promote his new book. As long as the newspaper in Hessettins was not a fool, he would know what to do.
However, the fact that the other party was waiting here so early was beyond Goethe's expectation.
"If you can, please come to my reception room."
"My maid is a good cook and can also make tea. You should need a cup of hot tea."
Goethe extended an invitation.
"That really couldn't be better!"
Trisik let out a sigh of relief.
He felt Goethe's kindness.
Why did he come so early.
Isn’t it just for this goodwill?
In order to prevent this goodwill from being wasted for no reason, the editor-in-chief just sat down in the reception room and said directly: "As long as there are no problems with your manuscript, "The Clarion" will give you the highest level of treatment.
Your freedom will not be restricted, and you do not need to agree immediately. You can inquire about the treatment of other newspapers in Hessettins, and they will arrive soon."
"You are a candid person."
Goethe took the tea brought by Maria.
Just ordinary tea.
But that's enough.
He never wants to eat scrambled eggs with sauce again.
"Because, compared with other newspapers, the strength of our "Clarion" is not an absolute advantage, so we need to be more honest to win your favor."
Trisik said with a smile.
Smart man!
Goethe commented in his heart.
The other party knew very well that after his propaganda yesterday, the initiative was no longer in the hands of the newspaper.
At least, that's the case at this stage.
Rather than being harsh and losing, it is better to gain generously and honestly.
Afterwards, the two chatted.
Between eight and eight-thirty, people from seven or eight newspapers with considerable power in Hersettins arrived one after another.
And the end result?
Goethe chose the Hessettinsche Zeitung.
After reading the manuscript, the other party gave me the same freedom as the Clarion, and the treatment was more than double that of the Clarion.
Of course, the most important thing is that the other party is the best-selling newspaper in Hessettins.
“Hope we can work together next time!”
When saying goodbye, Trisik showed no anger at all and shook hands with Goethe to say goodbye.
"certainly!"
Goethe nodded affirmatively.
Now he needs too much 'attention'.
After getting through the current difficulties, Goethe didn't mind cooperating with the other party.
"I need to rest. Wake me up in the evening."
"Don't disturb me if it's not necessary."
Goethe ordered the maid.
"Okay, Master."
Maria nodded repeatedly.
Goethe walked towards the bedroom on the third floor.
After closing the door, he walked to the closet.
When I opened the closet, several money bags fell out.
How can you write a book in one night?
Naturally, I want to start some side business!
At this moment, Goethe's wardrobe was filled to the brim with banknotes!
With such a harvest, Goethe was also a little surprised!
At first Goethe, just to prevent others from thinking about him, asked a few gang members where the five people he shot dead yesterday afternoon came from, but the first few waves of people didn't know.
Therefore, he had to travel to a few more places before he completed his goal.
Goethe, who unknowingly made an outstanding contribution to the security of Hessettins, glanced at the wealth that reached '5', began to carefully count the extra gains, and then began to tidy up the last tail.
"There are 150 gold crowns and 21,000 banknotes."
"And there are 40 silver crowns and 20 copper crowns."
"Except for gold krona, silver krona and copper krona are becoming increasingly scarce... Are banknotes becoming mainstream currency in a real sense?"
Through the 'contributions' of several small gangs around him, Goethe keenly discovered the difference.
"It should be regulation at the national level. Is there anything we can take advantage of?"
Lying in bed, Goethe thought.
Then, he heard Maria's footsteps.
Very hasty and a little panicked.
The next moment, there was a knock on the door——
"Master, there are two police officers who want to see you!"
