I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 118

"... crackling."

"(End of book)"

About ten days passed.

During this period of time, Ji Zhuo basically focused on coding the new book "The Bird in the Cage" every day, and didn't pay much attention to other things. He occasionally glanced at the news in the reader group and watched the anime adaptation of "The Mortal Cultivation of Immortals".

Perhaps it was because the plot became smoother and smoother, and the book was finished earlier than Ji Zhuo expected, and it took about 30 days from the beginning to the end.

"call……"

At the end of the final chapter of the finale, Ji Zhuo let out a long breath as he typed the words "End of the Book".

Then look at the number of words in the book displayed in the lower left corner of the codeword software. 30.1w words.

Almost exactly 30 words, Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction.

After the new book is finished, it's time to send it to the publishing house for publication...but before that, Ji Zhuo is going to find a master to massage his neck and shoulders,

This sour taste...

outside the study,
It was dark now.

It was a cloudy day, and in the evening it began to drizzle,

The drizzle hits the windows and the green trees and leaves in the community,

The sparse voices added some peace to the surroundings... especially after Ji Zhuo stopped typing,

Stretching his sore wrists and shoulders, Ji Zhuo looked at the book that had already been finished, and always had the urge to write another testimonial.

But this book is not serialized... Write a ball's final testimonial.

I looked at the computer screen with some regret,
I am ready to close the coding software and go out.

"Ding dong..."

At this time, someone sent a message on Penguin Chat.

"Editor-in-Chief Qian of Huating Publishing: Boss... Well, it's not that I urged you to write a manuscript... It's just... Cough, did you write it today, I kind of want to read it."

During this period of time... It's not that no one urged me to update.

Although "Bird in a Cage" hasn't been released yet, the editor-in-chief of Huating Science Fiction Publishing House seems to be addicted to it after reading the manuscript of Ji Zhuo's new book.

From time to time, two messages were sent, and then two sentences were transferred to the manuscript.

Ji Zhuo's opening of a vest can be regarded as enjoying the treatment of a great god - editor prompting?
A little numb, Ji Zhuo picked up his phone and replied a message.

"Big coincidence: "Bird in a Cage" has been finished, editor Qian, I will send it to you?
Editor-in-Chief of Huating Publishing: Finished writing?It's done, it's done, it's done...

Editor-in-Chief of Huating Publishing: Then send it to me. The publishing house will arrange for the printing house to start printing as soon as possible. Other preparations are already underway.It is expected to go on sale within a week.

Great Skills Don't Work: "The Bird in the Cage".docx
It's a coincidence that doesn't work: OK. "

According to the contract that Ji Zhuo had signed with this Huating Publishing House,

The first printing run of "The Caged Bird" was [-] copies.

For a new vest that has never before proven its worth in sci-fi and physical publishing,

This first edition is already a lot.

The royalty share is 15.00% as mentioned before, and it is basically the share that only top authors can get.

This made Ji Zhuo somewhat complicated.

I feel that this publishing house is a little too optimistic about my new book... I won't do it again and the sales will explode from the beginning.

Probably not... After all, the field of physical publishing is so withered.

Send the finished manuscript of "Bird in a Cage" to the editor-in-chief of Huating Publishing House,

Ji Zhuo turned off the computer.

Standing up, he took an umbrella and walked outside the house.
At the same time, he glanced at the system interface just called out.

Looking at the system interface,

With the determination of "The Bird in the Cage" as the book for sale in this issue, the current mission goals were specifically determined.

Because the royalties for physical publishing are much lower than the average share for online serialization,
But on the other hand, the thousand-word price of physical published books is much more expensive than that of online serials.

So here in the system, in the current task goal, the sales volume of about three books per physical publication is equivalent to an average order of one online serial.

The specific requirements for this mission are:

"Create a work that has been published and sold more than 25 copies, and the number of words in the work is not less than [-].

(The current calculation period is the first quarter after the work is published and sold. Reaching the goal within one quarter also ends this period.)”

The system's task target requirements for this period are really not low. Let [-] copies be sold within a quarter, that is, within three months.
Rounding up, it is equivalent to selling 10,000+ copies a year,

It is considered a bestseller in the field of physical publishing.

But it's not too low.

The higher the system task target is, the better it is for Ji Zhuo.

The goal of the task is high, and if he achieves the goal, he may be able to recover his blood by earning manuscript fees and copyright fees.

If you can't reach the goal, that's even better. Doesn't he like the system's monthly incentive of 600 million?
Looking at the system interface, Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction.

……

"...The author of the dog, Ji Zhuo the dog."

"...Bad man, watch me fight!"

In the bedroom, Yun Qingmu hung a doll bear that had been miserably ravaged by the closet,
Putting on a posture, clenching his teeth, he hit the doll with a hammer.

But after a few hammerings, the doll bear was hanging on the ground, Yun Qingmu was also tired and lay down on the bed.

"...Yun Qingmu, you're demolishing the house! It's making non-stop ringing!"

Yun Xinxin, who was watching the TV outside the door, raised her head and shouted.

"...Where is the Hammer Dog author!"

Yun Qingmu, who was tired and lying on the soft bed and didn't want to move, responded.

"...No novels, are you crazy?"

"..."

"...Yun Xinxin, do you, the editor of Non-Mo Fiction, have any news about the new book by the dog author?"

"...No, I haven't seen any communication between the editor-in-chief and the author of the dog recently."

"...I'm so pissed off, dog author, dog Ji Zhuo, bad man, he hasn't published a new book yet!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Yun Qingmu was so angry that her teeth itched, she turned over from the bed and sat up again,

Picking up the miserable doll bear from the ground,
"...Hey, why do you want to bear the crimes that the dog author should bear for him... the dog author!"

"Ah ah ah..."

Yun Qingmu... impotent and furious!
Facing the teddy bear with a powder fist.

……

"Ding dong."

"Clumsy and uncommon: Two pots of hot pot? Come?
30 per second: No!
Clumsy and uncommon: Really not coming?
30 per second: I want to eat barbecue! "

Ji Zhuo has a message, this is Yun Qingmu's last stubbornness in the face of the dog author!

……

Here, Ji Zhuo is holding an umbrella in one hand, walking in the drizzle, watching passers-by hurrying.

The other held a mobile phone in his hand and sent a message to Yun Qingmu.

He just suddenly remembered that he had promised Yun Qingmu to publish a new book and tell her.

So Ji Zhuo sent a message to Yun Qingmu.

Of course...it was just telling Yun Qingmu that his new book was released.

As for the name, it was posted there...don't ask, it's confidentiality.

Now, seeing the news of Yun Qingmu's return,
Ji Zhuo felt... a little numb...

……

"Zeng Canghai: ... Brothers, there is no ghost. Any news?

Grass in the Canyon: I have explored non-ink novels, but there is no news, no trace of the author's new book.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: I have read it on Shiyue.com, but the old account has not released new books, and I have not found any new books with unique themes and excellent writing.

Hit me hard with the whip: I have read Qiming's novels, but there is no news, no trace of the author's new book.

Zeng Canghai: Well, I have searched all the big and small websites on the market, but I didn’t find any trace of the author’s new book.

Zeng Canghai: ...Everyone, I don't mean anything, I just want to ask if there is a possibility that the new book of the author of the dog may not be released yet.

Grass in the canyon: Impossible, absolutely impossible!According to the rules of the dog author, he should publish a new book in half a month, and it has been more than a month.

Grass in the Canyon: It’s been more than a month, and you haven’t even written the beginning of a new book?impossible!According to the frequency of writing books by dog ​​authors, if the minority medium and long novels are written in a month!

Crossing the Sea Eight Immortals: +1.

Whip: +1.

Grass in the canyon: Then continue to explore! "

In the original book friend group, a group of loyal old readers took a few small groups in private,

It's like a spy war.

But these loyal readers still find it very interesting... It feels like fighting wits with the dog author.

The type and style of the new book doesn't seem to be very important at the moment, what is important is the process of finding a book.

"Grass grows in the canyon: Brothers! Try to spread our people all over the major websites! I want the dog author's new book to be exposed in our sight!"

Big words!

……

"Uncle Yu... How about asking Mr. Yu to ask for you?"

Yucheng.

After the old man had dinner, he sat on the sofa with a physical book of "Seven Days of Hell",

He raised his head and didn't speak, as if he was lost in thought.

The nurse next to him sat with him for a while, and couldn't help but turned his head and suggested to the old man,
Hearing what the nurse next to him said, the old man turned his head, probably facing the direction of the voice, but still didn't speak.

"... I think according to the rules of that author's release of new books, it's time to publish a new book after so long. Maybe it's really like changing the author number to publish it last time."

The nurse continued.

"...Let me ask for you, I sent you a message."

The old man was just sitting and didn't move much. The nurse touched the phone, thinking that the old man disagreed.

Immediately afterwards, a faint reply from the old man was heard.

"Um……"

"...Help me pinch this shoulder, it's a little sore."

The old man said again.

The nurse was helping the old man send a message,

Hearing this, he couldn't help laughing, but he didn't laugh out loud.

Sometimes when a person is old, he is like a child.

……

"...Bad man. Ahhh..."

"... Hiss... Take it easy."

Ji Zhuo and Yun Qingmu were lying on a massage table,
After eating, the two of them walked into a massage and bone setting shop, and called two old aunts who knew their skills well just by their age to massage their shoulders, neck and back.

Yun Qingmu screamed in pain, and Ji Zhuo also gasped in pain.

"...Young man, little girl, you don't have to work hard."

The two massage aunts smiled and talked to Ji Zhuo,

"Auntie, I'm weak, so be gentle with me."

"...Heh, man, is he so weak as a man?"

"Auntie, she is in good health, but she is struggling, so you press and rub her hard."

"... Ah... Auntie, I don't have to work hard, Auntie."

Yun Qingmu turned her head and glared at Ji Zhuo, gnashing her teeth in hatred... Maybe it was the pain from the shoulder massage.

Ji Zhuo was still instructing the aunt who pressed his shoulders to lighten his strength.

The aunt who squeezed the shoulders of the two of them laughed beside her,

"Young man, the girl is looking at you."

The aunt who pressed Ji Zhuo's shoulder smiled and said,
"I know."

Ji Zhuo took another breath, turned his head and looked at Yun Qingmu.

"...Dog author, where's your new book?"

Yun Qingmu gritted her teeth, took a breath from time to time, and then asked with a sullen face,

"Send it."

Ji Zhuo said naturally.

"what?"

Yun Qingmu didn't expect such an answer, she was stunned for a while, she couldn't keep her face sullen,
I just gritted my teeth again... Pressing my shoulders hurts a bit.

"Didn't you ask me to publish a new book to tell you? Didn't I tell you specifically?"

Ji Zhuo said another word.

"what?"

Yun Qingmu was stunned again,
Then gritted your teeth,
"Auntie, wait a moment before pressing the button."

Yun Qingmu said to her aunt, who smiled and withdrew her hand.

Yun Qingmu took out her phone,

First, I opened Shiyue.com, and found the author's account of 'Era Coincidence',

There are no new books.

Then I opened the non-ink novel and found the 'Jade Maker'.

and no new books,
Even Yun Qingmu went back to Shiyue.com, looked at the author's account of 'Clumsy and Uncommon',

But also no.

"... Where's the new book?"

Yun Qingmu turned her head again, staring at Ji Zhuo with a sullen face.

"It's done...yes, it's here, Auntie, press more on this back."

"where is it?"

"Send it."

Yun Qingmu seemed to understand what Ji Zhuo meant,

Then stared straight at Ji Zhuo... Then Ji Zhuo kept ordering the massage aunt to press on his back.

Yun Qingmu's eyes were a little sore, and she couldn't stare anymore.

"...Well... it should be in the process of releasing the new book now, and it will take some time for readers to see it."

Ji Zhuo thought for a while, then turned his head and said something to Yun Qingmu.

"Oh."

Yun Qingmu, who supported her head and lifted it up, responded, and then lay down again.

What she was thinking was that Ji Zhuo's new book was still under review, so she couldn't see it yet.

And Ji Zhuo is pondering,

The printing of a new book can be regarded as the process of publishing, right?

Well, that makes sense.

I, Ji Zhuo, never lie.

……

After massaging the lower shoulder, neck and back,

Ji Zhuo's sore body felt much more comfortable.

Ji Zhuo and Yun Qingmu naturally went back to their respective homes.

Ji Zhuo walked all the way,
The new book is finished, so how come the new book has to wait for a while after the book is released, right?

It can be described as leisurely.

And Yun Qingmu hurried home all the way.

She was going to go home and wait for Ji Zhuo's new book to pass the review.

According to her thinking, Ji Zhuo can be considered a famous author,

This kind of author's new book review should be very fast, right?

then,

After returning home, Yun Qingmu sat at the desk in the bedroom, turned on the computer, and held the mobile phone.

The display on the computer is Feimo Novel.com, and the display on the mobile phone is Shiyue Novels.

I brush,

I brush...

Then the night fell.

It started with...

Well, it should pass the review soon, I want to be the first reader of Gou Ji Zhuo,
The dog author is not very moved, look at how loyal readers I am.

After that……

Maybe it will take some time for the review...well, wait, it's still early anyway.

and then...

It's so late, it should be that the review editor has already left work.

Also, it is impossible to ask others to work 24 hours a day.

Then wait until the next day to see it.

Finally, on the second day, Yun Qingmu, who was sleepy, picked up his phone and looked at it.
"...Jizhuo the dog! The author of the dog!"

"Ahhh! I'm so pissed off!"

Yun Qingmu, impotent and furious...

……

Ji Zhuo returned home because the massage relieved the soreness on his body,
After taking a shower, I threw my phone aside and fell asleep comfortably.

Then the next day, Ji Zhuo got up from the bed,

I glanced at my phone... but found that there seemed to be a lot of messages on Penguin Chat.

"Squid: Boss, has the new book been released? Can you reveal the title of the new book?
Squid: Some readers have found me here, and want me to help you to ask if your new book has been released, although I also want to read your new book #把头.

Squid: Of course, if it’s not convenient for you to disclose, boss, just pretend I didn’t ask. "

Then from top to bottom,
Then it was edited by Shiyue.com,

Written by Pioneer Film and Television Media.

pen and ink,
Yun Qingmu,

Edited by Huating Press.

Except for the editor-in-chief Huating's news, the content of other people's news seems to be similar to Ji Zhuo.

Good guy, so many people care about his new book.

Looking at the news of the squid and the news of others,

Ji Zhuo fell into deep thought.

He was thinking, if he doesn't click on these news to read,
Can I just pretend that I didn't see the news, and then I don't need to reply...

(End of this chapter)