I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 179 The Seven Sins

"(End of book)"

The sound of keyboard tapping in the study crackled all day long,

Taking advantage of his smooth thinking today, Ji Zhuo wrote from afternoon to night.

Finishing the last part of the last chapter 'Greedy',

It means that the entire book of "Seven Sins" has also been completed.

"call……"

Type the last three words at the end of the last chapter,

Ji Zhuo stopped coding and let out a long breath.

I was immersed in the plot when I coded before, and I was more excited and didn’t feel it.

After typing the words at this moment, I felt that my fingers, wrists, waist, back and neck were all sore and swollen.
And I haven't eaten today, I'm so hungry that my chest sticks to my back, my eyes are shining, I wish I could grab food and stuff it into my mouth right now.

I stand up from the desk with my hands on my hands. I feel a little dizzy after sitting for a long time, and it may be hypoglycemia...

Standing still, Ji Zhuo's computer was not turned off, so he went to the refrigerator to touch some chocolates, took a bottle of Coke,

After stuffing it into my mouth and eating it, the whole person felt alive.

After eating a few chocolates, now Ji Zhuo is free to return to the computer with a can of Coke.
Looking at the content I coded today,

Modified some words that were interrupted because the brain was more excited and writing was faster, or some words that were simply missed.

Ji Zhuo read it from beginning to end, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, he nodded in satisfaction.

It took about twenty days,

This dark and serious work "Seven Sins" by Chen Cang is finally finished,

The total word count of the entire book is a little more than expected, about [-] words.

Then Ji Zhuo can start writing "Mingxiu Plank Road" while watching the publication of "Seven Sins",
Show it to his old readers, lest these old readers go to pick up his small new book again.

"Hiccup..."

After finishing a book, Ji Zhuo felt a lot more relaxed.

Hiccupped another Coke, looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen,

It's already 08:30 in the evening,

But it should still be noon on the Europa side.

After thinking for a while, Ji Zhuo packed the contents of the last chapter, the Greedy Chapter, into a file and sent it to Burt Publishing House.
As for the other six chapters, they were also sent to Burt Publishing House after they were written before.

Burt Publishing will do the typesetting and printing work, and now the last part will be sent, and after typesetting and printing, the book binding of "The Seven Sins" can begin.

At the same time, Bert Publishing House has already used some resources to warm up the book.

The methods are those, channel publicity and inviting some famous experts to carry out publicity.

Of course, the contract that Ji Zhuo sent over before,
The publishing house has already signed it, sent it back, and it was in Ji Zhuo's hands more than a week ago.

"Carol: Mr. A, I have received the manuscript of the last chapter you sent, and I am already arranging editors for typesetting, and then it will start printing."

On Penguin Chat, after Ji Zhuo sent the manuscript via email, he soon received a message from the editor-in-chief of Burt Press, Carroll.

In order to facilitate communication with Ji Zhuo, Carol also registered a Penguin account.

"Carol: Mr. a, then we will release your work 'Seven Sins' according to the previously agreed release time.

Carol: In addition, we will also submit Mr. A's work to some relevant literary awards for review, you don't mind? "

Normal authors don't mind submitting their works to the judges of a certain literary award. After all, not many people mind winning awards.

But there are also some writers who... look down on this kind of award.

Unfortunately, there are many such writers,

That's why Carol asked politely.

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK. The release time will be as agreed before."

Ji Zhuo doesn't have much opinion on this... It's impossible for the publishing house to stop operating the book in order to lower the sales volume.
Not to mention whether the publishing house will agree or not, even the system may not be able to agree...

Ji Zhuo is someone who has seen strong winds and waves,
He believes that as long as there are no accidents, the sales of this serious work by a 'new author' in the first few months will be difficult to increase.

Unlike other popular works, the actual audience of serious works is not so wide,
Although it seems that sales of some serious works are high,
But most people bought it not because they were interested in the content, but because a lot of people gave it a very high rating.

And more serious works, in fact, are not enough to be published by the publishing house, and most of them are on the road of paid publication.

For Ji Zhuo’s serious work, Burt Publishing’s willingness to publish it with such a share is already very special.

In the final analysis, it may be that the editor-in-chief of this publishing house likes it.

Considering the market alone, Ji Zhuo's serious work should not have high sales in a short period of time.

Anyway, Ji Zhuo himself thinks so, as for what Carol thinks, he doesn't know.

"Carol: Then I wish us a happy cooperation, Mr. A."

"Clumsy and uncommon: a pleasure to work with."

I hope you get what you want and I get what I want.

Ji Zhuo replied again and turned off the computer.

I have to go out to eat,
Although I ate a few bars of chocolate and drank some Coke,

But you can't just eat this.

……

"Ji Zhuo, eat this, this roast beef is delicious."

"Well, eat this, roast pork skin, supplement collagen, it's suitable for people like you who stay up late, and it's pretty good."

"Why don't you eat?"

"I've eaten it..."

Although it was late, but Ji Zhuo habitually asked Xia Yun Qingmu out for dinner,

As a result, Yun Qingmu ate, but came out.

Holding a skewer in one hand, Ji Zhuo raised his head and looked at Yun Qingmu, who was staring at him with piercing eyes,
"Tell me what's going on."

After Ji Zhuo said something, he lowered his head and continued to eat skewers.

"It's just...it's not that I'm urging you, it's just that in your reader group, a group of readers are crying and howling all day long."

"It's hard to be the leader of my reader group, so Ji Zhuo... when will your new book be released?"

I was a little embarrassed at the beginning, but when I remembered that it has been almost a month since the author of the dog, and the new book hasn't been released yet, I was a little angry again.

Ji Zhuo listened, then took out his phone again, and used the trumpet to check the movement in the reader group.

"Grass in the canyon: I haven't eaten meat in ten days (eyes straight)"

"Zeng Canghai: Can't afford it? Can't you? Eat as much as you want!
Grass in the canyon: I can't eat without the author's new book about dogs! "

Ji Zhuo: "..."

This is still a fragment of the chat records in the group, which can be regarded as a corner of the current situation of his old readers.
Ji Zhuo looked silent for a while,
I just want to say that it really is a group of sand sculpture readers.

Then after thinking about it again, she raised her head and answered Yun Qingmu's words,

"It will probably be three or four days before the new book is released."

Mingxiu’s new book on Plank Road is going to be serialized on Feimo Novel,
Now that "Seven Sins" has been written, he doesn't need to worry about publishing it.

It shouldn't be a problem for him to write the beginning of a new book in the past few days, and then serialize it on Feimo Novel.

"Are you writing it already? What subject? Where is it posted? What is the title of the book?"

Yun Qingmu's eyes lit up, she leaned over to Ji Zhuo and asked,
Sure enough, I am more interested in the new book by the dog author.

"It was published in a non-mo novel. The title of the book is undecided. As for the subject matter..."

Ji Zhuo raised his head and glanced at the excited Yun Qingmu, thought for a while,
"Maybe it should be a horror theme?"

Ji Zhuo was a little uncertain, although he had some thoughts,
But I haven't started writing yet...

(End of this chapter)