Chapter 672: Chapter 66 Regret? Burden? Nobody knows!
Jason returned to his study and reached for the phone at once.
Thanks to McCaul’s setup, only a few numbers he had inputted could co through on this phone, so there was no need to worry about it being so advertisent or sales pitch.
"Jason, that was superbly written, just as if it wasn’t written by you!”
Before the phone even reached his ear, the shout of his editor Raven ca through, and as Jason put the phone to his ear, the editor’s words erupted like a machine gun.
"No need for revisions.”
"The process is all finished, we’re publishing imdiately!”
...
"This book deserves a main feature!”
The rapid-speaking Raven spoke nonstop for a full minute before pausing.
What could Jason reply?
He, a writer who used the “Thought to Text Writing thod,” could only maintain a smile.
"Alright, thank you.”
That was how Jason responded.
"Done, I’ll contact you again, and… never mind, how could ‘Ship Slayer’ be written by a hobody author like you.”
After saying this, Raven hung up the phone.
As for the hesitation before?
With ‘Ship Slayer’ as a keyword, Jason easily guessed what it was about.
Or rather, to be precise, Jason had intentionally made it so.
He didn’t hide his na.
Nor did he conceal his appearance.
Because… he was worried about the book sales.
The main mission was: to sell at least 100,000 copies of the new book within 120 days, with the restriction of ‘it must be voluntarily purchased by others, and each person counts only for one copy.’ 𝘙𝐀Ｎố𝖇Εŝ
Even though Jason initially didn’t know about book sales in this world, he was very clear about the difficulty of achieving such a result.
And after understanding it?
Jason beca even more aware that it was far more difficult than he had imagined.
It wasn’t just the restrictions.
But also the ti!
A book needs a review period from publishing to going on the market, and how long this period takes requires adjustnts from all parties; even the quickest would need one to two months, the slow ones? They’re calculated by the years.
Unless there are so special circumstances.
Conveniently, he was one such special circumstance—
Delaying the manuscript.
A formal statent, delaying the manuscript is not a good habit!
Making a group of people wait for oneself is definitely not sothing Jason liked to see.
He didn’t want it either.
But after the manuscript was sent off, the burst of speed from those who had been waiting for a long ti was also more than Jason had expected.
In Jason’s estimate, Raven’s call should have co a month later!
And he needed to use his special identity and fa to speed up the process while attracting more curious people to go and buy the book.
Now, it wasn’t necessary.
The extra month of ti was naturally better than good for Jason.
“100 days, sell 100,000 copies!”
Jason took a deep breath and silently pondered the goal.
He felt it should be achievable.
Maybe a bit challenging.
But not too difficult.
Of course, to complete this task better and faster, he would “cooperate” with the promotion, and also, be wary of accidents.
For instance: an alien invasion!
To buy the book, naturally, there needed to be people.
If all the earthlings were slaughtered by aliens, then how would he complete his mission?
Thinking of this, Jason picked up the phone again; he wanted to inquire about the Sabie Aliens’ recent situation from Cortana.
"Hello, Master Chief.”
The voice wasn’t Cortana’s but a male voice.
It sounded sowhat familiar; it must be one of the two soldiers who were usually with Cortana.
"Who’s this?”
Jason verified the other person’s identity.
"Master Chief, this is Crow.”
"Commander Cortana is attending an important eting, after it ends I’ll report to Cortana as is.”
After stating his identity, the man said so.
"Okay.”
Jason nodded.
He didn’t ask what the eting was about.
Given their military background, they wouldn’t tell him anyway.
Best just to wait quietly.
But to Jason’s surprise, the wait was much longer than he had anticipated.
The next afternoon, amidst the sound of helicopter rotors, John and the other two, who were practicing the sword techniques and Dharma Seals of ‘Silver’s Glory’ in the yard, stopped and laid their swords aside, watching the helicopter descend slowly.
Or rather, their eyes were all on the container hanging beneath the helicopter.
They were guessing what might be in the container.
Thump!
With a heavy muffled sound, after the container had landed in the yard, the helicopter finally touched down.
Cortana jumped down from the aircraft.
"Hi, Cortana.”
McCaul greeted with a smile.
"Good afternoon, McCaul, and John, and Brian.”
Cortana responded with a smile.
Yet, there was an unmistakable sense of fatigue in her expression.
"Where’s the Master Chief?”
Cortana inquired.
"In the living room reading a book, you can go straight in.”
After a few encounters, Cortana could be considered ‘half an insider,’ and as long as she didn’t touch on the core of ‘Bastion,’ John and the others wouldn’t stop her.
Having nodded to John and the others, Cortana pushed the door and walked into the aboveground structure of ‘Bastion.’
As the helicopter was landing, Jason had already put down his “Complete Overview of Earth’s Historical Highlights” and stood up to pour Cortana a strong cup of coffee.
He was very grateful to this female adjutant.
Without her, he reckoned his main mission this ti would probably end in a big failure.
And that was the scenario he least wished to see.
Although the diary didn’t state explicitly what would happen upon failure.
Jason instinctively felt that it certainly wasn’t sothing he was willing to endure.
"Good afternoon, Master Chief.”
After entering the room, Cortana greeted Jason.
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