"Sister Min, what do you think the final transaction price should be?"
"Or could you suggest an appropriate range?"
Shen Qiushan asked again.
"It's hard to say. Your book is too unique. Previously, there were no science fiction works in the country that exceeded sales of 100,000 copies, let alone any that won the Nebula Award, so there's no precedent to reference."
"However, if we step outside the sci-fi genre, we can look at other best-sellers. There was a suspense novel that sold over 3 million copies, and its film rights were reportedly sold for 250 million."
"Although your book's current sales aren't as high, it's only been on the market for a few days. From the current momentum, it could very well reach the two to three million mark."
"So, you can refer to its price when negotiating."
After some analysis, Chen Min gave her opinion.
The call ended.
Shen Qiushan rested for a while.
Then his phone rang once more.
It was a strange number from Beijing.
