I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 171 I wish... no work

"Crackling..."

"call……"

The clattering of keyboards fades away,

This is where Ji Zhuo wrote the beginning of today's "Lust" chapter,
Looking at the codeword software full of content, Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction,

Then he took a long breath.

After these few days, Ji Zhuo felt that his mastery of English vocabulary seemed to have increased a lot.
At least it says that you need to search for related words, and the frequency of finding more suitable words is much less.

What this brings is that Ji Zhuo's code word speed has increased a lot,

Today I wrote another content with about 1 words, and the English words are about [-] to [-] words.

According to this progress, Ji Zhuo feels that he should be able to finish writing this novel of "Darkness of Chen Cang" within the scheduled 20 days.

Start to repair the plank road.

However, now this "Seven Sins" has begun to write the second chapter,
Should I also consider the issue of new book submissions?

Needless to say, Mingxiu's novels on the plank road are either published by Feimo novels or published on Shiyue.com.

So which publishing house should I vote for this "Seven Sins"?

Looking for a small foreign publishing house to submit?
Then what happened to the situation in "The Bird in the Cage" this time?

When the time comes, the publishing house will do everything to promote a book...

It seems good to find a big publishing house.

Can I pass this submission?

For the foreign publishing market,
A completely newcomer author, and then... serious works.

Ji Zhuo feels that based on these two points, most publishers can kill his new book without reading the book.

Don't be embarrassing when the "dog author's new book was submitted to multiple publishing houses in a row, but was rejected".

can only say……

A big publishing house has the benefits of a big publishing house, and a small publishing house has the benefits of a small publishing house.

Ji Zhuo thought about it,

He fumbled for the mobile phone next to him, turned off the computer, got up and walked outside the house.

It was getting dark now, and it was time for Ji Zhuo to eat after a day of hunger.

Then... Ji Zhuo heard the living room door knocking.

"Ok?"

"Mr. Ji, all the way to logistics, the goods you delivered have arrived."

Is there anything that can make the logistics use the goods to describe it without express delivery?

Ji Zhuo fell into deep thought, then opened the door,

I saw four logistics boys standing outside the door, and beside them were packed, large cardboard boxes.

The books from Delwin Publishing House are not so fast,

This is naturally the one thousand copies of "The Bird in the Cage" shipped by Huating Publishing House.

One hundred books and one big cardboard box, ten boxes in total, Ji Zhuo was silent for a while.

It was the words of the logistics guy next to him that brought Ji Zhuo back to God.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Ji? This is the logistics goods mailed to you by Huating Publishing House. Do you need to check and accept it? If there is no problem, please sign for it here."

Can I go back?
Ji Zhuo wanted to ask, but he didn't.

I silently took the receipt and signed for it.

"Mr. Ji, let's help you carry these in. Do you want to put them in the living room or somewhere else?"

"Put it in the living room."

Then Ji Zhuo stepped aside, hungry,

Seeing these four logistics guys carrying a large cardboard box in and out of the living room two by two,

It took a few trips back and forth to complete the move, and then... the living room space was almost taken up.

"Okay then, Mr. Ji, let's go."

The logistics guy wiped the sweat off his forehead and left.

Ji Zhuo turned his head and looked at the ten big cardboard boxes in the living room, lost in thought.

Then he closed the door and walked back to the living room.

With this posture, there is still a hairy door,

Sign it at home, and order a takeaway to eat at night.
Otherwise, when the thousand copies from Delwin Publishing House arrive tomorrow, the books will be piled up in the bedroom.

Ji Zhuo tore open one of the cardboard boxes, picked up a stack of books, and silently signed them in the room.

I took some time to order a takeaway, and bought a few more pens by the way.

"I wish you a happy family - no work"

"I wish you a healthy life - no work"

"I wish you an easy job——"

……

"Zeng Canghai: I heard something."

"Grass in the canyon: I heard one thing too."

"You can't eat the cake indiscriminately: what do you think the author will write in the next book? Will he write horror novels?

Zeng Canghai: What's going on upstairs, how did the floor get disrupted, the building collapsed.

Zeng Canghai: By the way, what did you hear?
Grass in the canyon: Then what have you heard.

Zeng Canghai: I think what we both heard should be the same.

Don't eat the cake randomly: Is it because the author of "The Bird in the Cage" is about to release a signed book, and that "Night Tour in Fengdu City" is about to be published.

Grass in the canyon: Hey, hey, how can you speak so irritatingly upstairs...Why do you want to steal my lines. "

In the house, there was a break during the signing process,
Ji Zhuo, who was eating takeaway, also looked at the news in the group,
Looking at one of the messages in the group,
Ji Zhuo's heart skipped a beat,
That's right, "Night Tour in Fengdu City" is about to be published.

Damn, he won't let me sign the "Night Tour in Fengdu City" too, will he?

Ji Zhuo raised his head again, glanced at the stack of hundreds of books signed,

It feels like my hands are starting to ache.

Should I turn off my phone right now, I won’t be able to see whoever sends me a message,
It's impossible to come to my place and knock on the door just to get me to sign an autograph.

Ji Zhuo looked at the chat interface of Penguin Chat,

I feel a little guilty, afraid that some editor-in-chief will send him such a message again.

But it’s okay,

Perhaps the editor-in-chief of Huating Publishing House knew that he couldn't sign it anymore,
So no more news to send,
Ji Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, continued to eat takeaway, and watched the news of sand sculpture netizens in the group.

"You can't eat the cake indiscriminately: Bosses, tell me, since "The Bird in the Cage" has autographed books for re-release, will the newly published "Night Tour in Fengdu City" also be available?"

What the hell!

Shut up your motherfucker, isn't this the pot that doesn't open and which pot to lift?

I have a grudge against you, what a grudge!
What the hell!

As for the administrator, quickly ban the speech, administrator,

If you say this kind of dangerous speech, don't hurry up and withdraw it, don't worry!

Ji Zhuo masked his pain, but saw that the news in the group was still going on.

"Grass growing in the canyon: Hey, it makes sense. My eyes shine. jpg.

Grass in the canyon: I will go to the official website of the publishing house to ask.

Zeng Canghai: I will also ask.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Take me one.

30 per second: Ahem... Can the dog author sign so many books in one go?Why don't you wait. "

It's better for Yun Qingmu to speak for him.

"Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Sister Miao's words are not unreasonable. After a while, the dog author's hands will be useless, so the new book will have to be delayed again.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Or... let the author of the dog sign two less books, just five hundred... I can accept five hundred copies!
Zeng Canghai: Makes sense!

Grass in the Canyon: Ahem... I don't have any other intentions, I just want to collect a fully signed version of the dog author's novel. If the bosses grab the autographed book, remember to give me a copy.

30 per second:..."

Ji Zhuo felt that the takeaway suddenly became a bit unsavory.
Maybe I'm full...

However, after a while,
The editor-in-chief of the two publishing houses did not send him a message to ask him to sign the book.

Hey, although these Sand Sculpture readers are superficial, they are still very considerate of me.

of course……

It is also possible that the editors-in-chief of the two publishing houses have already left work, and they did not see the comments on the official website of this group of Sand Sculpture readers.

Ji Zhuo raised his head, looked out the window at the dark sky,

Inexplicably, it feels more likely.
Turning his head again, he looked at the nine boxes of books left on the floor of the living room.

Hey……

Sighed.

What else can I do?

Sign it.

As long as you can't sign to death, sign to death.

To put it bluntly, these Sand Sculpture readers still support him as a 'dog author'.

"All the best - no work."

"I wish you progress in your studies and career - no work..."

(End of this chapter)