I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 194 When I Didn't Say It
"Seven Sins won the Booker Prize and the White Flag Literary Award at the same time!"

"Great no-nonsense work, recommended purchase even if it's just for the bookshelf."

This is the news that Ji Zhuo saw on the Internet,
This is probably what it means when translated.

From confirming that "Seven Sins" won the Booker Prize for Best Novel at the same time,
Bert Publishing House has started to publicize wildly on the point of winning the award, and this time it has also received greater support from the head office of Burt Publishing House.Leading to overwhelming publicity.

Now Ji Zhuo looks at the news on Europa Network, but he can't tell whether it's real news or Burt Publishing's propaganda.

However, since "Seven Sins" was announced to have won the White Flag National Literature Award, its sales have indeed started to skyrocket.
After winning the Booker Prize again, the sales doubled even more.

After looking through these news full of rainbow farts,

Ji Zhuo opened the Penguin chat again, and glanced at the message sent by Carol, the editor-in-chief of Burt Publishing House at noon.

"Carol: Mr. A, the binding of [-] copies of the cover of the new edition has been completed, and the stock has been delivered to various channels. Yesterday's sales volume was very optimistic. The publishing house is also cooperating with multiple printing houses at the same time to speed up printing.

Carol: The total daily sales volume in Europe and other English-speaking countries yesterday was about [-] copies, and it may drop a little today, but after you, Mr. A, officially receive the Booker Prize, there will be another round of storms. increase. "

"Carol: It is expected that within this week, the current inventory of [-] copies should be sold out."

"Clumsy and uncommon: um... yes. Thank you."

Ji Zhuo looked at the news, what else could he say.

"carol: In addition, because the sales base of the English version of "Seven Deadly Sins" is not low now, word-of-mouth has also been fermented. The publishing house plans to publish books in other languages."

"Carol: For other language versions, the publishing house can contact relevant translation experts for translation, but for the Chinese version, Mr. A, do you want to write it yourself?"

A day or two ago Ji Zhuo was still thinking about this matter,
Carol asked today.

After thinking about it, Ji Zhuo replied again.

"Clumsy and uncommon: let me do it myself..."

The big deal is to pay attention to the words and writing habits.

It's better than finding a translator when the time comes, and he is not satisfied with the translation.

"Carol: Please trouble Mr. A for the Chinese version. The publisher will pay an additional translation fee."

"Clumsy and uncommon: ... Mmm."

Talk to Carol.

Ji Zhuo put away his phone and prepared to go out.

He just updated "Hour Hand Leaps to Death" today's update,

The weather is nice again today, so naturally I am going to eat.

"Ding dong!"

Just after changing the shoes, Ji Zhuo received another message.

As he opened the door, he picked up his phone and glanced at it.

"Brush: Boss, will it be on shelves this week?"

"Ben Mo: I see your plot progress, and I'm somewhat scared."

"Hour Hand Leaps to Death" is indeed a lot of space,
According to Ji Zhuo's record of [-] words, it seems that it should be put on the shelves.

"Clumsy and uncommon: Hmm... OK."

"Ben Mo: Boss, I would like to ask, after "Hour Hand" is on the shelves, how much longer will it be?"

"Clumsy and uncommon: a week?
pen and ink:……

Clumsy and uncommon: Those two weeks are fine. "

Hey, it's not that I don't want to be faster, take a look, isn't this not allowed by the editor.

Ji Zhuo sighed.

"pen and ink:……

Pen and ink: Boss, why don't we arrange for you to put it on the shelves tonight?Anyway, you generally don't notify readers of the listing. "

It's not that Ji Zhuo didn't want to make "The Hour Hand Leaps to Death" longer,

Rather, it was originally a medium-length story, and it would be too watery if it was prolonged.

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK."

Ji Zhuo replied again and went out.

……

the other side,
After pen and ink chatted with Ji Zhuo, he paused and thought for a while,

He turned his head and said to an editor next to him,

"Go and tell the artist to get an event cover for "Hour Hand Leaps to Death", and you need it before you get off work."

"What activity?"

Yun Xinxin got up and asked a question by the way.

"Reserve the first-order event, and rush the first-order subscription event."

The pen and ink couldn't help laughing while talking,
"The author of the dog... No, the author doesn't like to post notifications, so our website will send them for him, and pull a banner on the homepage."

"Okay, I see."

The art department is right next to the editorial department, which is why pen and ink doesn't send messages directly.

Yun Xinxin walked over and called out for pen and ink.

In exchange for a few art workers wailing.

Because it's almost time to get off work...

……

"Carol: Mr. A, I'm sorry, I forgot something just now.

Carol: The readers of The Seven Sins are very enthusiastic.Everyone wants to have a copy of Mr. A's autographed book, even me as a reader, so can I trouble you..."

Ji Zhuo, who had already had dinner with Yun Qingmu outside,
Seeing that Carol, who had already finished talking, shot back again, and another message came.

Looking down, it turned out that it was about signing the book.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to take this issue into full consideration when he chose a pseudonym.

Doesn't this come in handy now?
So Ji Zhuo waved his big hand, and replied generously,
"Clumsy and uncommon: It's okay, tell me, how much do you want.

carol: [-] copies, okay? "

Looking at this number, Ji Zhuo fell silent.

Just pretend that he didn't say anything.

However, with so many signed books, is it suitable... so many readers want it?

"Clumsy and uncommon: Isn't that a little too much?"

"Carol: ... If Mr. A doesn't have that much time, it doesn't matter if you can sign a little less.

Carol: According to the sales situation of "Seven Sins" by Bert Press and the head office, the sales volume of "Seven Sins" should reach one million copies within three months, and there will be other literary awards in the next three months. If it is announced, if you win another award and further stimulate the publicity, it may not exceed this sales volume, so Mr. A, only a small part of your readers may get your autographed book. "

million copies...

Among Ji Zhuo's works, "The Caged Bird" should have reached this sales volume. Including overseas sales, the total sales volume has exceeded one million, and it is still growing rapidly after winning the Europa Science Fiction Award.

If "Seven Kinds of Sins" is reaching the mark, it should be Ji Zhuo's second book to reach one million sales...Of course, the total sales of these two books may exceed one million in a year.

"Clumsy and uncommon: Then I will sign... [-] copies."

Hearing what Carol said, Ji Zhuo, who originally planned to sign [-] copies, finally agreed to sign [-] copies.

After saying that, Ji Zhuo began to feel pain in his hand.

Nima, why do I feel that I am signing more and more books, I will not let me sign [-] copies of a book one day...

"Carol: Thank you, Mr. A, you are such a good author."

Seeing that Carol agreed so simply, there was no hesitation at all.

Ji Zhuo feels... This seems to be a way of asking prices all over the place and paying back the money on the ground.

Shouldn't you be more ruthless next time you bargain?
Still too thin-skinned.

Hey,
Ji Zhuo sighed.

And on the other side,
Carol also breathed a sigh of relief,

He wasn't afraid that Ji Zhuo would say to sign less,
He was afraid that Ji Zhuo would not sign it at all.

After all, it is inevitable that this kind of writer has a bit of weird eccentricity...in other words, there must be,

The main reason is that this writer still has a little quirk of 'not wanting to show up',
Then there is another quirk, unwillingness to sign, it seems nothing strange.

"Carol: Mr. A, then I will mail the books to you in batches for your convenience. Please provide me with a detailed address."

"Clumsy and uncommon: Well, you can send them in batches..."

Thinking about the appearance of two thousand books piled up in the room before, Ji Zhuo doubted whether three thousand books could be piled up.

(End of this chapter)