I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 173 Contribution
"The person who came was a young man, about eighteen or nineteen years old, when Senna turned her head and let the person come in weakly."

"The young man opened the door, lowered his head shyly and timidly, and walked in from the door, then stood by the door and hesitated to go forward."

"It's been a long time since Saina has seen a man who came here show such an expression, or the eyes of this eighteen or nineteen-year-old man with his head down are also full of primitive desire, but he is ashamed to be seen."

In the early morning of the next day, Ji Zhuo got up early and sent out the thousand autographed books that Huating Publishing House requested.

After washing up, he sat down at the desk in the study.

Before starting today's codeword,

Ji Zhuo took a rough look at what he had written before,
This is still the content of the "Lust" chapter, which tells the story of the sick old prostitute Sanashsi who is in her 40s.

"Knowing how to be ashamed of your own desires and cover them up is already pure, especially in a place where there is no restraint, there is nothing to restrain you except your own morality and the money on your body."

"Come to find Belinda? She still needs a while, if you don't mind, you can wait here."

Senna leaned on the dilapidated sofa, raised her head and said hoarsely,

The sunlight outside the window reflected on her side.

It seemed that someone was coming from outside. The screams in the bedroom room became louder and louder, and the exaggerated screams became even more exaggerated.

So much so that when the young man who shyly lowered his head raised his head again, his face was already flushed.

It also made Senna discover that he was younger than she thought,

The young man even had some small unhealed scars on his face, which were traces of youth.

"Do not."

The man uttered a word shyly.

"Are you here to find your father? There is no one here, maybe the dean of the orphanage is your father?"

"No, no, I'm here to see you, Miss Senna."

Miss Senna?

This is a name that Senashus has not heard for a long time,
Perhaps more than ten years ago, there were always some men who showed their etiquette for the sake of their youth and beauty.

But often it doesn't last long, and it ends with the money being handed over to her.

When will this long-lost appellation end?

"Oh, what are you going to do then?"

After seeing the young man raised his head to speak, he hurriedly lowered his head again,
Senna, who didn't have much strength, propped herself up from the rag sofa and sat up again,
"I……"

Younger men are more shy and flustered,

After hesitating for a long time, he just handed over the money that he had been holding in his hand,

"It's $26."

"Only twenty dollars, my sir."

The woman looked at the young man and said, but did not take the money that should be collected from the young man.

"...This is the money I was supposed to charge, but you came late, and I'm already sick."

A young man ashamed of his desires,
And a sick, old whore.

The story continues like this.

Ji Zhuo roughly read the contents written before,

After sorting out my thoughts, I started today's codeword.

"Crackling..."

There was the sound of keyboard tapping.

Just follow the above, and the plot will continue to unfold,

"...the living room is immersed in silence, but the two people who are both in the living room are not facing each other, but are facing in different directions.

In the bedroom past the living room, the most primitive desires are stimulating the most exaggerated screams, mixed with all kinds of chaotic sounds, like a symphony played in a downtown.

The noise of the symphony was intertwined with the silence of the living room.

Senna seemed unable to hear the symphony, and she was looking forward to the sun outside the house to shine on her again, while the young man who was still holding the $26 in his hand was blushing.But he didn't take back his hand. "

"Crackling..."

Ji Zhuo wrote quite smoothly, so he continued to write,

The sound of keyboard tapping rang intermittently in the study.

……

Sitting in the study is another afternoon,

Ji Zhuo feels that he is in a good state today, his thinking is relatively smooth, and the highest speed attribute is playing a role.

Let Ji Zhuo basically write the chapter of "Lust" almost, maybe tomorrow can finish the chapter of "Lust".

"call……"

When the sound of keyboard tapping in the study stopped again,

Ji Zhuo looked at the full content displayed on the coding software interface, and let out a long breath.

Moving my wrists and stretching my back with pantothenic acid, I still feel a sense of accomplishment for writing so many words today.

However, at this moment, the sky outside the house has completely darkened.

The night is illuminated by the lights in the city, and occasionally you can hear the children running around after dinner downstairs in the distance, and some distant voices can barely be heard through the window.

After looking at the word count statistics in the lower left corner of the codeword software,

After two chapters of this book, the content is almost [-] words.

Shouldn't it be time to consider the issue of publishing this "Darkness of Chen Cang" work?
Even if it is to submit a manuscript to a publishing house, it is impossible to say that the entire book is submitted.

Now there are about [-] words, and it is enough to have a complete chapter.

What publisher did you vote for?
The only thing Ji Zhuo knows about the foreign publishing industry and publishing houses is 'Delwin Publishing House',
But it is impossible to vote for the editor-in-chief Lou of Delwin Publishing House,
And submit the manuscript to other editors in other branches of Delwin Publishing House,
Ji Zhuo felt a little bit bad again... It was a pleasure working with Editor-in-Chief Lou.

It’s okay to vote for another publishing house. If you don’t vote for Editor-in-Chief Lou after you voted for Delwin Press,

When was it exposed, it was somewhat embarrassing...

Ji Zhuo is very safe in doing things.

So Ji Zhuo gave up the idea of ​​submitting to Delwin Publishing House,
Taking advantage of the fact that the computer was not turned off at this moment, I searched some overseas publishing houses on the search engine.

Then I did find the names and submission channels of some famous publishing houses, which are basically official website mailboxes.

But they are all big publishing houses, top overseas publishing houses.

One advantage of this kind of publishing house for Ji Zhuo is that this kind of publishing house must have received a lot of submissions, and there are many good books.

I won't pay too much attention to his new book, which is still a work with serious themes.

But the not so good thing is that if someone who is an editor-in-chief is optimistic about his book, the publishing house's own resources can push him hard.

There is another problem, that is... Ji Zhuo may give up because the writing is serious and he is a newcomer.

How embarrassing it would be if I couldn't pass the draft.

As for small publishing houses, the advantage is that there are not many resources.

But the bad thing is that you might spend all your resources on one book on him...

And Ji Zhuo's choice is...

First find a general publishing house's popular works department to submit a manuscript and try it out.

I just sent the content of the first chapter to the mailbox on the official website of the publishing house.

As for the other publishing houses, they have to come one by one. It would be quite embarrassing if they were found out about multiple submissions.

sent it over,

Ji Zhuo buckled the computer,
Went out for dinner.

Go out and go downstairs,

Then I found the little fat pier enjoying the shade in the gazebo,
Holding a cattail fan that is obviously used by the elderly, blowing the wind there,
People are fat, and they sweat when they sit there.

"...Brother, are you going out to eat?"

"Yes, how about together?"

"...Forget it, the two of us are just friends between gentlemen, we met by chance, and friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, so I won't eat your treat."

Little Fatty was obviously very moved, but he still waved his hands and said carelessly, while flapping his cattail fan.

"Okay, then you can rest."

Ji Zhuo smiled and responded.

(End of this chapter)