Trafalgar Square is located in central London, with a moderate location and beautiful square architecture, making it one of the attractions of London.

Ms. Shaman took her daughter into the square and couldn't help but sigh as the huge crowd was rushing towards the National Gallery.

She is a well-known writer herself, and now she is rashly coming to attend a novel signing party for a twelve-year-old boy. It's really crazy.

"Mom, can we hurry up, there are so many people."

"OK, dear."

Shaman had to speed up his pace. His seven-year-old daughter has always been very inferior. Harry Potter was her only comfort and she had to satisfy her wishes no matter how hard she was.

"Mom, can we see Ryan?" The little girl always lowered her head, with a little gloom on her face.

"Of course, dear Kate."

"Why can Ryan read fluently at the age of four, and started writing children's science fiction novels at the age of six. I'm seven now and can't even read the simplest articles. Harry Potter can only let you or your dad read them to me."

"It'll be fine when you grow up." Ms. Shaman looked helpless. She knew that her daughter had dyslexia.

The girl named Kate lowered her head, but followed her mother's footsteps to the National Art Gallery, with a gloomy expression on her face getting stronger.

Why is this happening? She really wants to ask everyone that she was studying at the school where Ryan was in London, and the textbooks she used were exactly the same. Why did she have dyslexia? Why did all the classmates in the school like to laugh at her? Why do they all say that they are an awkward little girl?

There are already a long queue in front of the bookstore with a long history next to the National Gallery. Fortunately, it is the Kingdom of Great Britain and London. It has the reserve and tradition that makes them proud. There is no such situation where they come to queue one day or a few days in advance.

Shaman and his daughter arrived early, and soon lined up in the front position in the middle of the line and slowly moved forward with the flow of people.

"Mom, it seems there is a reporter." She pulled the corner of her mother's clothes.

"Dear, Ryan is a big star, and it's normal for reporters to come."

"Big star? Is it more famous than dad?" It was difficult for her to understand the specific meaning of this word at her age, so she subconsciously brought out the director's father.

Shaman smiled helplessly. Although his husband is an old man and is quite famous in the UK, he is compared with that boy...

"Hey, madam, is this your daughter? I'm a Times reporter. Can you ask her a few questions?"

A female reporter came over at this time. When Shaman saw that it was a regular reporter, not a paparazzi, he did not stop him and nodded slightly.

After all, giving her daughter more contact with people is good for her personality.

Although his personality was awkward, the girl was still a little clever. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "Okay, ask."

"Do you like the Harry Potter series?" The reporter asked a little silly, as if he regarded the girl as a mentally retarded child.

"Of course! Every night before going to bed, I will ask my dad or mom to read a paragraph for me."

"Who do you like the most in it?"

"Miss All-Time Miss, Hermione Granger!" The girl answered very simply, but she thought to herself, it would be great if I was as smart as her.

"Do you like Ryan Jenkins?"

"Yes, my parents have read all his works for me. Let me tell you a secret. I am studying in Ryan's previous school now." The girl's chin unknowingly raised, as if all the inferiority complex had disappeared.

The reporter asked Ms. Shaman a few more questions, walked away with satisfaction, and found the target for the next interview.

Finally they lined up in the bookstore and found that most of the people in front of them did not just buy "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire", but instead packed all the books published by Ryan and walked towards the signature table.

"Mom..." The girl pulled her mother's arm, and her eyes showed expectant gaze.

"Okay, my dear." Ms. Shaman quickly selected books, "Jurassic Park", "Ryan Story Collection", "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone"..., and finally hesitated for a moment before picking up "Resident Evil", after all, this book is not a children's book.

But seeing her daughter's shiny eyes, even the inferiority and gloom on her face disappeared, she smiled, took "Resident Evil" down, and walked towards the payment.

Sitting behind the signature table, Ryan waved the pen in his hand. While signing, he felt a little bit emotional. All businessmen in the world were the same and were born to pursue profits.

This time, the publishing house actually launched a seven-book package price reduction project, which really boosted the sales of all books, but his workload increased significantly.

However, if you want to get a lot of money, you have to pay the corresponding price.

You know, the manuscript paid by the publisher in advance to him by Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire alone reached $5 million, which is lower than the $10 million that Joanna Rowling had when he released the book in his previous life, don't forget that it is now in 1992.

What's more, there will be a royalty share of up to 25% in the future.

Because I was engaged in the entertainment industry in my previous life, Ryan knew a little about book publishing. Needless to say, domestic publishing houses, when he was reborn, it seemed that no one had a royalty of more than 15%, while the international practice was 15%-20%.

It has to be said that domestic writers are also a group of miserable people. Just like other industries, various expenditures such as taxation are moving closer to developed countries, but their income does not increase significantly.

Looking at the thick stack of books placed in front of him, Ryan trembled. This was a middle-aged couple. They bought a total of 6 sets, totaling forty-two. In their words, they wanted to give each relative in the family one.

"Thank you for your support!" Ryan lowered his head and shook his wrist, sending the two people away.

"Ri...Rien, hello..."

A timid girl's voice came from the opposite side. He looked up, smiled, and reached out his hand, "Hello, thank you for your support."

"Ryan..." The girl opposite looked a little shivering and hesitated to hold it in his hand.

"Don't be nervous, look at me, it's not like you, you have one nose and two eyes, not the monster in the media's mouth." Ryan said with a smile.

"Mom." The girl also smiled, and the expression on her face became cheerful.

Ms. Shaman put seven books on the table. Ryan took the top "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" and turned to the title page. He signed his name on it.

"Ryan...can..." The girl seemed a little nervous and seemed a little inferior, "Can you write a wish?"

"No problem." Ryan gave her an encouraging look.

"Just write..." The girl scratched her red hair, "Well... Kate, I hope you can overcome your reading disorder as soon as possible and read fluently."

"Okay, lovely Miss Kate." Ryan wrote this sentence in six books without any hesitation.

On the title page of the last Jurassic Park, Ryan wrote and whispered, "Kate, although life is always full of unsatisfactory, a confident and cheerful smile will make you more beautiful.

Then he said, "You know, I encountered more difficult things when I was a child, but I never got discouraged or gave up. So, keep working hard and you will definitely overcome all the suffering!"

"Thank you, Ryan!"

Hearing his words, the gloom on the girl's face gradually dissipated, she felt less inferior and her smile became much more confident.

"Mom, I will work hard, I will work as hard as Ryan."

Looking at their departure backs, Ryan shook his head and suddenly felt that if he didn't become a star, he could also become a psychiatrist. Could it be that he was influenced by Natalie? She always likes to read this psychology book in her spare time.

Well, it feels pretty good to help your fans solve a little psychological inferiority complex. If you want to become a superstar, you must have a unique side, otherwise it will be no different if you just pull one out of Hollywood. Ryan thought about it, but he became busy again.

After the busy four hours, escaped from the siege of reporters and paparazzi, Ryan got into the car and rushed towards the villa.

Leaning on the back seat, he stuck out his tongue and felt as tired as a dead dog. This time he was really tired, much more tired than before. He signed an album for the past. He signed nearly four thousand books, and the numbness of his wrists made him sigh.

There are also journalists who are afraid of the world's chaos, constantly asking him whether Harry Potter is British literature, and whether he has such outstanding literary and artistic talents because he has received British enlightenment education.

Ryan really wanted to raise a middle finger to them. When I was in London, I had never heard of classes. How could British education say that if you ask this, aren’t you afraid of provoking a media war between the two sides of the Atlantic?

Well, these guys are hoping that this will happen. Only in this way can they attract attention and promote sales. Perhaps the missiles on both sides of the Atlantic will best suit their wishes. If this world is destroyed, the happiest person will definitely be the British paparazzi.

Ryan is not a fool, he will not be foolishly used as a gun.

Back at the villa in Kensington District, Ryan found that Natalie had returned and was sitting in the living room reading a book. The content of the book was a bit terrifying, a book about directors.

"I found this on the bookshelf in your room. I have nothing to do anyway, so I just take it for a look." Natalie said.

"Why are you back so soon?" Ryan simply sat beside her.

"After walking along the Thames, London was like this, nothing special." Obviously, she was not very interested in visiting the scenery.

"Don't you think beautiful scenery can cultivate artistic sentiment?" Ryan said deliberately with a mouth curled.

"Come on, Ryan, do you know what art is? Oh, by the way, art serves money and honor." Natalie was still reading.

"Okay, I admit that it's okay to be less smart than you." Ryan was too lazy to argue with her and walked upstairs, "I'll go back to my room to read the script, and I'll go to Poland in a few days."
Chapter completed!