I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 174 Enrichment
"Ji Zhuo, what's wrong?"

"It's all right."

While still having dinner, Ji Zhuo received a reply from the publishing house that submitted the manuscript.

The efficiency is quite high. Subconsciously, Ji Zhuo thought that he was still working overtime this late at night?Thinking about it again, it doesn't have to be night at the publishing house.

Then Ji Zhuo looked down at the email reply, and agreed to sign the contract for publication.

But the conditions are really too harsh, this publishing house prefers to buy out Ji Zhuo's book with a sum of money, rather than sharing it.

And the money to buy out is not high.

Ji Zhuo naturally disagreed. For him, there is a system to cover the bottom line, and his best choice is a royalty-sharing contract.

After taking a look, Ji Zhuo raised his head again, closed the phone mailbox, put the phone aside again, and continued eating.

These few days whenever he is free, Yun Qingmu invites him out for dinner,
Ji Zhuo seriously suspects that this woman is plotting his new book, so he might be so attentive because he wants to get news of the new book from him.

Yun Qingmu raised her head again to look at Ji Zhuo, touched the grilled skewers next to her and ate, but found it too spicy, picked up the next box of yogurt and drank it through a straw.

"Hiss, hiss..."

"Ji Zhuo, how is your new book going?"

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

Ji Zhuo raised his head and replied with a standard answer.

"..."

Yun Qingmu lowered her head silently again, picked up a skewer and ate it.

Ji Zhuo glanced at Yun Qingmu, then raised his head, thinking about the new book.

"Seven Sins" already has a complete idea, and then follow the idea to write the next few stories.

For the rest, we have to consider the book 'Mingxiu Plank Road'.

Do you want to write a horror novel like what Little Fatty said?

Ji Zhuo thinks this is a good subject, but can he write horror novels?

I only have a superficial understanding of horror novels,
Probably only those that threaten the 'self-security' can be regarded as terror.

For example, there is a ghost chasing you, and you run into a closed room to block the door,

At first you heard a ghost banging on the door outside the house, and then the banging sound stopped suddenly. At this time, you turned around and found the ghost standing behind you.

What gives people a sense of security here is the closed room, and breaking this sense of security will make people feel horrible,
It’s also similar to ghosts getting under the covers. In the middle of the night, the lamp in the bedroom is crackling. You press it several times, but the lamp doesn’t turn on.

You are afraid of the darkness around you, so you cover your head and body under the quilt. At this time, you feel that your bare feet are getting cold, and this chill is still spreading upwards.
The quilt you are covering is still heaving, and you look down, and you see a dripping drowned ghost crawling up your feet and crawling into your quilt, that horrible and livid face facing you.

There is also the horror that endangers one's own sense of existence.

For example, he told the little fat pier the story of 'there is someone under the bed'.

Another example is that you walk to the lake in the middle of the night, you lower your head, your figure is reflected on the calm lake, you approach the deep lake, the reflection on the lake, your face is also approaching you,
At this time, you stopped...but the face on the lake didn't stop...following, the face on the lake showed a frightened expression before you.
There is a person exactly like you on the lake looking at you in horror.

But with this level of superficial understanding, can you write a good horror novel?

Ji Zhuo didn't write it either.

Ji Zhuo thought,

Reaching out to touch a skewer, he put it in his mouth and bit it.

……

After finishing dinner with Yun Qingmu,

Naturally, they went back to their respective homes.

on the way back,
By the way, Ji Zhuo returned an email to the publishing house that had previously submitted the manuscript,

The general idea is to politely and politely reject the conditions offered by the publishing house,

And said that there is a chance to cooperate again next time.

then,

Before Ji Zhuo returned to his residence,
Then I received a reply again, wondering if the review editor of the publishing house happened to be reading the email in the mailbox.

The general content of the email is that it is regretful that Ji Zhuo decided not to sign a contract with them.
Of course, if Ji Zhuo is not satisfied with the previous buyout conditions, there is another way to share the royalties to choose from.

The share ratio is 5.00%.

Regarding this share ratio, Ji Zhuo naturally replied to the email politely, expressing his refusal.

This time, it was also a quick reply.

The publishing house once again expressed regret, saying that they will cooperate again next time, just a few polite words.

Ji Zhuo glanced again,

Of course I didn't come back.

looked up,

After answering the email like this, he has already returned to the community.

But he saw that he had already eaten dinner and came back. Under the gazebo in the community, the chubby guy was still there, but he had a mobile phone in his hand.

One hand is playing the cattail fan, and the other hand is excitedly playing with the mobile phone.

"Haven't you returned yet?"

"Ah, big brother, no, my grandma is outside the community, dancing square dance in the small square over there, and I'll wait for her here."

When the little fat pier heard the voice coming back, he turned his head carelessly and responded aloud.

As I said, I was strolling under the gazebo in the community all day long.

Ji Zhuo nodded.

Just as I was about to leave, I remembered something and stopped.
"Well... are you free now? How about I tell you another story?"

"Tell a scary story."

Ji Zhuo wanted to try if he could tell horror stories.

"what?"

Little Fatty froze for a moment, then seemed to recall the ghost story Ji Zhuo told him earlier,
He quickly shook his head... That day when he got home, he was very worried, and looked under the bed in the bedroom several times.

But shaking his head and shaking his head, the little fat man slowed down again, and asked hesitantly,
"...Is it scary? It's okay to speak... I'll listen."

Scared and interested at the same time, Little Fatty is scared and wants to hear it at the same time.

Looking at the appearance of Xiaopangdun, Ji Zhuo probably understood.

Hmm... Then writing a horror novel seems to be okay.

"... Forget it, I'll tell you about it another day."

After Ji Zhuo finished speaking, he turned around and slipped away.

"what?"

The little chubby pier who was afraid and looking forward to it was left with question marks on the spot,
But then, he turned his head again, holding the phone and reading the novel by himself,
See the author's previous work, "Seven Days of Hell".

Little Fatty has watched it for the second time.

Hey... I don't know when the dog author's new book will be released.

There has been no movement for so long, no wonder everyone calls him the dog author.

……

"Simon Publishing House has received your manuscript, and the relevant review editors will review your manuscript as soon as possible. If there is no reply within seven days, you can submit to other publishing houses."

Back at the residence, Ji Zhuo conveniently submitted the first chapter of "The Seven Sins" that had been documented, and submitted it to the publishing house he had found earlier.
I sent the email and received an automatic reply, which probably translates to the same meaning.

Ji Zhuo glanced at it, then threw himself on the sofa, and lay down on the sofa.

The night outside the house is mixed with some lights in the distance, and the breeze brings the rustling of trees and leaves outside the window,

The quietness made people feel comfortable, Ji Zhuo just slumped on the sofa, looking at the night outside the window, he didn't want to move.

……

"...how is the weather tonight?"

In Yucheng, the old man didn't take a blind stick, so he stood by the window edge and stood by the balcony window, also facing the window,

But he couldn't see the night outside the window, he could only feel the oncoming evening wind.

"The sky is fine tonight, the moon is bright, and there are a few stars."

The nurse stood by, looked out the window, and responded.

"Hmm...that should be pretty."

"Then go out for a walk...you pass me the blind stick."

"Okay, Uncle Yu, here it is."

"Hmm... By the way, is there any news about the author's new book?"

"No."

"Not long ago?"

"It's been almost ten days since the old work was finished."

"Well... that should be a while. This author only publishes new books at least every half a month or a month."

"Yeah. But Uncle Yu, this author's "Night Tour in Fengdu City" has been published, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy it, buy it, this book is also good."

"Let's go, go for a walk..."

"Okay, Uncle Yu."

Holding a blind stick, the old man walked out of the house, and the nurse followed him.
Since picking up the blind cane and getting out of the wheelchair, the old man rarely uses a wheelchair when he goes out.

……

"Zeng Canghai: Right now, I have a name I want to say, I want to shout it out, guess who it is.

Grass in the canyon: the author of the dog, who else!

Zeng Canghai: Ahhh!Dog author, where is your new book?I know you must be in the group!How come you don't have a vest in the reader group just because you keep playing the trumpet!

Zeng Canghai: Ah, dog author, come out, you have cheated my heart, and let my heart be attached to your book from now on, and you haven't released a new book for a long time!
Zeng Canghai: Brothers, I feel bad, woo woo, brothers!
I am a mortal: ...

I'm mortal: I know a little bit about dog author's new book.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: What the hell?The boss is awesome, speak up!

Zeng Canghai: Damn it!Speak up, big man, fast talk, big man!

I'm a mortal: Well, there is a high probability that the dog author's new book will not be released on a small account this time.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Yes, this news is fine.

Crossing the Sea Eight Immortals: @狗作者小号 Search Team 0581, well, there is no need to find the dog author’s trumpet in this wave, we can stop the action.

Zeng Canghai: And then, boss, hurry up, and then!Boss, tell me some more news.

I'm mortal: ...and then gone.

Once the sea:? ? ?
The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea:? ? ?
Grass in the Canyon: Dog Author, are you asleep?I can not sleep!Ahhh, dog author, where is your new book? Dog author! "

Dog author Ji Zhuo slept soundly,
Afraid that some news in the group would disturb him, he turned on the mute before going to bed.

……

"……is there any news?"

"No, and the editor-in-chief has increased his vigilance. Even if the dog author publishes a book, I probably won't be able to see it until it is published."

In the living room, Yun Qingmu and Yun Xinxin got together and said mysteriously.

"...Besides, sister, why don't we have dinner first?"

Yun Xinxin turned her head and glanced at the packaged meals that were arranged on the tea table.

"I have already eaten."

"I'll check it out tomorrow. The dog author won't use a small account this time, so he will definitely submit it to Shiyue.com or Feimo Novels."

"Oh...then you wait until the author of the dog sends it out and then read it. What else should I pay attention to..."

Yun Xinxin picked up the meal she had packed herself, picked up the chopsticks and said something casually while eating.

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingmu fell into deep thought.

That's right, Ji Zhuo won't play a trumpet this time,

It doesn't look like he will have someone who saves manuscripts, so why not read it after he sends it out?

Probably because she is used to the fact that the author of the dog can play a trumpet.

"Yun Qingmu, do you want to eat two more bites?"

Yun Xinxin turned her head and shouted again.

"Call ma'am."

"Oh, sister, then sister, you should drag the living room floor."

"...Your name should be Yun Qingmu."

Upon hearing this, Yun Xinxin glanced at her sister,
Didn't say anything, just speechless.

……

After waking up at noon the next day,
Ji Zhuo yawned and got up while touching his phone,
First, I looked at the denunciation of a group of sand sculpture readers in the eye group for the dog author who has not released a new book for a long time,
Ji Zhuo's face remained the same, without any fluctuations... The dog author got used to it after being talked about.

Then there is mail.

In the mobile mailbox, I have received a reply from the second submission publisher,

This is more straightforward, and the conditions are not harsh, and the manuscript was directly rejected by Ji Zhuo.

The content of the email is that their publishing house mainly publishes some popular novels, and they don't dabble in such serious works.
So although Ji Zhuo's works are good, it's a pity that we still can't cooperate.

It's very polite...but the fundamental reason is still not optimistic about the sales of serious novels written by Ji Zhuo, a newcomer.

Regarding this... Ji Zhuo is quite happy, not optimistic, okay.

If a bunch of publishing houses are not optimistic about this, it will be easier to rush.

It's impossible for a bunch of publishing houses to be unpopular, and then it will explode as soon as it is published...

Forget it, don't poison the milk.

I didn't care about the rejection of this publisher.

Ji Zhuo still submitted the same manuscript, and then changed to another publishing house to submit,
Then I got up and took a shower, and then started today's codeword work.

……

"Crackling..."

For the next few days, Ji Zhuo spent most of his time in the sound of crackling keyboards,
Every day starts at noon, eats in the evening, and spends the afternoon in the study writing as usual.

The thinking is still clear, just follow the previous idea, and write down naturally. After you are familiar with writing directly in English, the speed of the subsequent code words is relatively fast.
After a few days, not only the chapter on lust is almost finished, but the new chapter has also come to an end.

Then it is to deal with the emails received one after another after submitting to various foreign publishing houses.

It's like the two publishing houses made a bad start at the beginning, and they got off to a bad start.
Later, Ji Zhuo submitted to several publishing houses in a row, and the content of the submissions also started from the first chapter, plus the lust chapter, a total of two chapters with a manuscript of nearly [-] words were used for submission.

Among the replies received, few directly rejected the manuscript, but quite a few wanted to buy out "Seven Sins" with a sum of money.

The price ranges from low to high. Some want to buy out the copyright if they bid [-] U.S. dollars, while others buy out the entire copyright with a bid of hundreds of thousands of U.S. dollars.

There are also those who are willing to provide a share contract, but the share given is not too high, the highest is only willing to give [-]%.

Ji Zhuo hesitated for the [-]% share, but in the end, for various reasons - he still felt that it was too low, so he didn't agree.

Apart from these things,
When Ji Zhuo is free, he writes an adaptation of "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals".

By the way, I signed the one thousand autographed books requested by Delwin Publishing House.

By the way, occasionally go out for a meal with Yun Qingmu,

Go back to the news of the editor-in-chief of each publishing house, the news of non-ink novel pen and ink.

Take a look at the news from a group of Sand Sculpture readers.

It can be said to have been very fulfilling.

……

"Chirp..."

The west slanting sun outside the house swayed some afterglow into the study through the window, and the birds that flew from nowhere stopped on the branches of the trees in the community, making some crisp calls from time to time,

It's evening again,
Sitting in front of the computer, Ji Zhuo just stopped his numb fingers and finished today's coding work.
The sound of the wind outside the window can be blown into the study without the interference of the keyboard tapping sound in the house.

While looking at the manuscript that was coded today, Ji Zhuo touched his phone,
After seeing that there were no typos in the coded content today, Ji Zhuo turned his head and looked at the phone screen,
On the screen of the mobile phone, there are two more new emails.

One of them was probably sent by the submitting publisher, but what about the other one?advertisement mail.

Ji Zhuo conveniently clicked on it,

The first thing I saw was the submission reply from the publishing house, so Ji Zhuo clicked in to have a look.

Pause.

"Dear Mr. A, thank you for choosing this publishing house to submit your manuscript. Our review editor and chief editor have read the manuscript you submitted. We think this is an excellent and even great serious novel.

We are willing to publish your work, it is our publishing house's honor, for this reason, the publishing house is also willing to pay you corresponding remuneration for this work. "

(End of this chapter)