Chapter 919 This Prodigal Daughter

Eric sat back on the sofa and stopped talking about the table. Melanie naturally wouldn't take the initiative to mention it, and came over and said, "Eric, it's already six o'clock, if there is nothing else, Carlo and I will Lin went to the hotel."

"What are you going to do in the hotel, just stay here. We will fly directly to New York tomorrow morning, and we don't have to run around anymore," Eric said, without hearing the response from the two women, he raised his head and looked at To Caroline's blushing face, Melanie's expression was also a little unnatural, she couldn't help but smile, Eric said again: "Don't worry, I won't harass you, but if you two dare to sleep at night. Attack me, but I will resist."

Listening to Eric's joke, Melanie laughed softly, came over to squeeze Caroline on a single sofa, hugged her petite body, and said, "Eric, maybe there is someone I hope to be harassed by you."

"No way!"

As soon as Melanie's voice fell, Caroline retorted 'without asking herself', which made Eric and Melanie laugh in unison, and Caroline buried her face in Melanie's arms. inside.

"Okay, stop bullying Caroline." After a while, Eric took the initiative to restrain his smile and said to Melanie: "Have the first week sales of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" been counted? "

Last week, relying on the strong global distribution capabilities of News Corporation's Harper Collins Publishing House, the first "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone" in the "Harry Potter" series was simultaneously released in the United Kingdom, the United States, Canada and Australia. And other major English-speaking countries are on the shelves.

In order to make this novel famous as soon as possible, Firefly Group has made a set of publicity plans according to the mode of film distribution. One month before the official release of this novel, all aspects of pre-heating publicity have been started. With the official release of the novel On the shelves, TV, movies, Internet, magazines, newspapers and other media channels in the entire Firefly system have spared no effort to promote "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone".

Melanie hugged Caroline, who was still ashamed, and replied, "I had a phone call with HarperCollins Publishing House at noon, and the results are still being counted. The detailed data will not come out until the day after tomorrow, but , Judging from the preliminary feedback, the global first-week sales should not be less than 100,000 copies."

Eric nodded in satisfaction, but not too excited.

In my memory, the last book of the "Harry Potter" series, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", sold a terrifying 11 million copies worldwide in 24 hours. Compared with this, the current start is not a big one. What kind of.

Melanie was a little curious about Eric's calm performance: "Eric, the global first-week sales exceeded 100,000 copies. With this sales data, "Harry Potter" is enough to appear in most countries. Are you still not satisfied with the bestseller list?"

Eric shook his head and said, "Of course I'm satisfied, but I think it's far from the limit of this novel."

"Then how many copies do you think this novel should sell?"

"I can't figure this out, I'm not a prophet," Eric put another resume in his hand next to him, glanced at the name of the last resume, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Melanie didn't notice the slight change on Eric,

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but say: "Actually, many times I feel that you are really like a prophet, just like this "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", you seem to know it in advance It was successful, and that's why so many resources were put into publicity."

Eric flipped through Marissa Mayer's resume in his hand and nodded: "Well, you just need to know about this yourself, don't spread it, I will silence it."

"Haha," Melanie smiled, patted Caroline's back, and said, "There is another one here that I already know. What are you going to do?"

Caroline finally sat up from Melanie's arms, her face was still red, she glanced at Eric with sparkling eyes, and then dodged again.

Eric didn't follow Melanie's words and ridiculed Caroline, read Marissa Mayer's resume, and said, "Just her, you call Kelly and ask her to write for this man named Mary. Sarah Mayer's lady arranges induction."

Only now did Melanie notice that Eric was holding the resume she deliberately stuffed to the bottom, and opened her mouth. However, thinking of the scratches on the desktop just now, she didn't dare to reveal anything else. Hetero, took the resume from Eric, thought about it, and said, "Eric, don't you have to interview her in person? She is a graduate of Stanford University and may still be there now. Palo Alto."

Stanford University is next to the wealthy area of ​​Atherton. Eric remembered when he heard Melanie's reminder, so he nodded and said, "You call and ask, if she is in Palo Alto, tomorrow morning Let her come over for breakfast, and if she's not there, go straight to work in Los Angeles."

Just as he was talking, Eric's cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. He got up and said to Melanie, "I'm going to take a shower later, so go and prepare hot water for me. In addition, dinner is also available. I'll leave it to you, if you can't do it, you can call for takeout."

Watching Eric go to the backyard to answer the phone, Melanie lifted Caroline's face next to her and looked at her with a pitiful tone: "Oh, I'm really a maid's life, he seems to be I never thought of asking you to help him prepare bath water."

Caroline blushed again, took Melanie's hand away, got up and pulled her and said, "Let's go, let's go together, I can help you."

It is already evening on the west coast of the United States, and it is not yet two o'clock in the afternoon in Brisbane on the east coast of Australia.

On the road leading to Brisbane Airport, John Cole, who was driving his daughter to the airport, was very angry at this time. John Cole has been in the midst of a certain inexplicable anger over clothes and jewelry that are absolutely unaffordable by any means and those expensive everyday items.

Now, he finally couldn't help bursting out, almost slapping the steering wheel of the white Toyota sedan and yelling into the rearview mirror: "So, Eric Williams sent a plane to pick you up, he Why send a plane to pick you up?"

About to leave Australia, Miranda Kerr finally didn't want to endure her father anymore. In fact, the father and daughter have had skirmishes more than once this summer, so she said bluntly: "Eric likes me."

If it weren't for the fact that John Cole would have almost stepped on the brakes on the highway, how could he not have guessed these things, but he couldn't have any seizures if his daughter didn't say anything about it: "Ha, you know how old you are now. Well, he's a crime, and I'm going to sue him."

"You go and sue, I won't be on your side anyway." Miranda Kerr did not show weakness, and retorted: "Maybe the U.S. federal court won't even accept your lawsuit."

John Cole slapped the steering wheel hard again and yelled, "Don't forget, I'm your dad, and you're not going anywhere if I don't allow it."

"The legs are on me, I can go wherever I want!"

Hearing the quarrel between the father and daughter getting more and more intense, Thales Cole, who was sitting in the co-pilot, patted her husband on the shoulder soothingly, and then looked at the daughter in the back row complainingly: "Miranda, since, since Mr. Williams sent a plane to pick you up, why didn't you tell me earlier, your father was afraid that you would be uncomfortable on the plane, so he bought a first-class ticket for you, and the refund fee is very expensive now."

Miranda Kerr originally just wanted to surprise her parents, but after hearing what her mother said, she said indifferently: "Mom, it's only a few hundred dollars, and if you don't have it, it's gone."

John Cole snorted coldly: "That's right, it's gone. Anyway, today, no, you don't want to leave Brisbane in the future, we'll go back later."

"Then you'd better break my leg first, or I'll run out and never come back."

"Then I'll break your leg, do you think I dare not?"

Miranda Kerr noticed her father's vicious gaze in the rearview mirror, shrank her neck, and shook her mother's hand in the front row: "Mom, look at him."

"John, don't scare the kids like that."

John Colton vented his anger on his wife: "It's all you, it's you who spoiled her, I didn't agree with her going to Los Angeles at first, but now I'm better, I can be someone else's lover when I'm old."

Miranda Kerr was dissatisfied again: "Hey, Eric is not married, maybe I will be his wife in the future."

"Who would want you to marry a crazy girl like you."

"Dad, I know, you're jealous."

"..."

There was silence in the car for a moment, and John Cole slapped the steering wheel hard again, making up his mind that when he got to the airport, he must smash Eric Williams' so-called private jet, and then Take my daughter back.

Brisbane Airport is just off the coast of the city, and a few minutes later the Toyota sedans parked in the car park outside the airport.

John Cole made up his mind to make a big fuss. Watching his wife help his daughter take out the luggage from the trunk, he didn't stop it, but he didn't mean to step forward to help.

Miranda Kerr just took out her Chanel girly Kun bag when she saw a man and a woman walking towards them not far away.

When the other party got closer, Miranda finally realized that it was her assistant Claire Glennie. After ICM asked Claire to accompany her to the Bahamas for filming, the other party has been acting as her life assistant.

Recognizing each other clearly, Miranda ran over enthusiastically: "Hi, Claire, why are you here?"

Claire Gleni hugged Miranda and said with a smile, "Mr. Williams called me to come with me, oh, this is the captain of our plane, Mr. Paul Conis."

"Hello, Mr. Conis," Miranda smiled sweetly, reaching out to the tall middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man shook Miranda's little hand lightly, nodded with a smile, "Just call me Paul, Miss Kerr."

"Okay, Paul, um, this is my mom, Thales Cole, and, this is my dad, John Cole." Miranda introduced each other warmly, without the slightest expression on her face that she had just spoken to her father. After making troubles, this girl is actually very shrewd. If her father really does not let her leave Brisbane today, it must be very troublesome, so according to her father's face-loving personality, she decisively changed her strategy.

Sure enough, when Paul Conis and Claire Glennie extended their hands to John Cole politely and with a bit of respect, John Cole's anger that was about to explode suddenly dissipated more than half, and he couldn't help but talk to each other. Shake hands.

After chatting, Paul Conis said to Miranda: "Then, Miss Kerr, the plane is ready, shall we go?"

Hearing Paul Cornis' words, John Colton immediately reacted, and was about to say something when Miranda, who noticed the expression on his father's face, had already said, "Paul, can you take off later, I want to take my parents with me. Check it out on the plane."

Paul Conis still had a faint smile on his face, nodded and said, "Of course there is no problem, Mr. Cole, Ms. Cole, please come with me."

Watching Claire take the initiative to take Miranda's suitcase from her own hands, worried that her husband would do something out of the ordinary, Thales Cole stepped forward to take his arm and whispered, "Let's go, John, don't Makes people laugh."

Reaching out his hand and not hitting the smiling face, John Cole's urge to smash the plane has dissipated a lot. He pretended to stare at his wife helplessly, and then he barely raised his heels and stepped forward.

Through the VIP channel and the fact that it is a private plane, the security check process is also much simpler. After a few minutes, everyone enters the airport.

John Cole looked at the huge size of the Boeing 767 in front of him, and glanced around. Brisbane Airport is not big. Among the more than ten planes parked around, only two or three planes are larger than this length. 50 meters behemoth.

Miranda Kerr's eyes were even brighter, like an excited bird, pulling her mother up the gangway and quickly disappearing into the cabin.

Captain Paul Conis saw that John Cole was not following, so he took the initiative to stay, and politely introduced several other crew members to John Cole.

John Cole mechanically shook hands with everyone. At the end, he couldn't help but ask, "Paul, this, is this plane specially here to pick up Miranda?"

As an ordinary middle class, in John Cole's cognition, most private jets are small planes that are a few meters or more than ten meters long. Take this Boeing, which is only one grade smaller than the largest wide-body plane, as a private jet. It was the first time he saw an airplane, and he never thought that this kind of thing would be associated with his... daughter.

Paul Conis still nodded politely and said, "Yes, John, is there any problem?"

"That," John Cole lowered his voice with some guilty conscience: "It's probably going to cost a lot of money to fly from Los Angeles like this?"

"If it's a single lease, a round trip from Los Angeles, it's $500,000."

John Cole felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and his stature even became shorter involuntarily.

$500,000, that's nearly A$700,000, he's never seen so much money in his life. The thought of trying to stop his daughter from going to Los Angeles had completely disappeared. John Cole couldn't help but think, it would be great if the $500,000 could be realized. Good car, and maybe even a yacht. Now, just a trip to Los Angeles is a waste.

This prodigal daughter!