I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 215 Evaluation of Chief Rain
The story of the first chapter of "Imperial Epic" naturally came to an end after the death of the protagonist Yu,
Finally, it ends with the record or evaluation of the leader Yu by the Yu tribe.

"...The leader Yu is the messenger of Kaji God and Sun God. When he came to the world, he ended the anger that Kaji God poured out on the world."

"He became the leader of the Rain Tribe. He was brave, wise, and strong. He led the tribe out of the cave, built houses, found food that could be grown, raised livestock, expanded the ethnic group, and conquered other tribes."

"Until he returned to Kaji and Sun God, he was still worried about the tribe."

"He was the first king of the Khaki."

……

"Crackling..."

The keyboard knocking sounded again for a while, and then stopped again.

Ji Zhuo's hands were still resting on the keyboard, looking at what was written on the screen today.

"call……"

The thoughts immersed in the world of the text are separated,

Ji Zhuo let out a long breath,
While rubbing his sore wrist, some smiles appeared on his face.

I spent a little more time coding today, and wrote about [-] words of content.

Finished writing the first chapter of "Empire Epic".

The number of words in the first chapter is not very long, about [-] to [-] words.
It mainly tells the magnificent life of the first king of the Kaji people, and the story of the gradually growing Rain Tribe led by him.

The story begins with the boy who wants to conquer the storm, and ends with the aging and death of the leader Yu who led the tribe to grow up.

further down,

The second chapter, naturally, should be about the story of Dongyang.

But at least it will have to wait until tomorrow for Ji Zhuo to write.

"call……"

After roughly checking for any typos,

Ji Zhuo closed the coding software, and snapped the laptop shut.

Rubbing my wrists, I feel sore everywhere,
I was immersed in the plot and code words before, but I didn’t even realize it.

Now that I have finished typing, I can feel my back, my arms are sore, and even my legs and feet feel a little cramped when I’m sitting still.
Standing up, Ji Zhuo looked back out of the study window,

It was already dark outside the window,
He picked up the phone next to him and looked at it.

It was almost ten o'clock at night.

"Gollum..."

I don’t know how many times the hungry stomach protested,

Ji Zhuo felt that his legs were weak from hunger right now,
I haven't replied to some messages on the phone for a while, so I decided to go downstairs and finish my meal first.

……

"Reporter Xu: Mr. Ji, our report has already been written. Please take a look and see if there is anything you care about. We will review it before publishing it."

He was so hungry that he didn't go too far, so Ji Zhuo ordered a few stir-fried dishes and a meal downstairs in the community.

After cooking two bowls of rice, I feel back to my soul.
While eating again, I looked at some messages I received on Penguin Chat today.

The first is the news from the middle-aged female reporter who interviewed Ji Zhuo a few days ago, Reporter Xu.

There is also a document sent by the way.

It can be seen that he still respects Ji Zhuo.

Ji Zhuo didn't rush back, he accepted the file first,
Click and take a look,
It's just a normal news report,
It first records the text of the interview, and then praises Ji Zhuo,

In the end, it is natural to sublimate the theme, and call Ji Zhuo an excellent writer who leads the new fashion, leading the writing atmosphere to develop in a better direction.

It seems that Ji Zhuo is being promoted as a new benchmark in the field of writing and literature.

Looking at the entire report, there is naturally no problem.

It's just that Ji Zhuo is somewhat embarrassed by the praise,
Also, the photo was taken well.
The study room, the sunlight outside the window, Ji Zhuo, the author who is smiling and shining some sunshine by his side.

It is in line with the image many readers have of a perfect, gentle and elegant writer with a universe in his stomach and valleys in his chest.

Although it's a little inconsistent with Ji Zhuo's appearance of working now.

"Clumsy and uncommon: Thank you, I saw it, I don't mind. It's just absurd praise, and I'm not that worthy of boasting.

Reporter Xu: You are welcome, Mr. Ji. We can all see your achievements and your courage to constantly challenge new themes and new styles.

Reporter Xu: Since Mr. Ji thinks there is no problem, then we will release it normally.Around noon tomorrow, the new media accounts of the People's Daily on all platforms will be released. "

He seemed to be waiting for Ji Zhuo's reply.

Not long after Ji Zhuo sent the message, Reporter Xu replied.

What else can Ji Zhuo say about this.

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK, thank you.

Reporter Xu: Mr. Ji is polite. "

After chatting with reporter Xu,
Ji Zhuo looked down.

Then there's Carol's.

Seeing the first sentence sent by Carol, Ji Zhuo felt like he didn't want to reply.

"Carol: Mr. A, the first batch of two thousand books that need your signature has been sent to you. One thousand of them are the Chinese version of "Seven Sins", and the remaining one thousand are other language versions."

This news was sent at noon, that is, in the morning from Carol's side.

That's pretty positive.

And it's not over yet,
By the end of the evening, Carol sent a few more messages.

"Carol: Mr. A, are you done?

Carol: Mr. A, you should be writing "The Epic of the Empire", right?

Carol: Actually, I don't really mind that your new work is short. As your loyal reader, I still want to read it as soon as possible. "

These three messages, each separated by a few minutes,
Through the screen, I could feel Carol's hesitation, entanglement, and repetition when sending messages.

The core idea is... can you read Ji Zhuo's new book "The Epic of the Empire".

"Clumsy and uncommon: OK, I know when the book is delivered.

Clumsy and uncommon: a new book is being written, and it is being written. "

Ji Zhuo poked the screen, quickly replied a few words, and stopped talking to Caroldo.

further down,
There are also some messages from other people this day.

Yun Qingmu,

Pioneer film and television screenwriter,
Editor-in-chief of pen and ink.

"30 per second: Ji Zhuo, you have an idea for your new book, how about I give you a suggestion..."

Yun Qingmu is very enthusiastic, it can be seen that she is constantly thinking about Ji Zhuo's new book, probably more enthusiastic and caring than Ji Zhuo himself.

"30 per second: Forget it... What if I give you a suggestion that affects your thinking.

30 per second: Ji Zhuo, do you have any ideas for your new book?
Clumsy and extraordinary: yes.

30 per second: Really?
Clumsy and uncommon: Well, I’m writing, I’m writing.

30 per second: ...When you say this, why do I feel that the credibility suddenly loses a lot. "

Ji Zhuo looked at the news of Yun Qingmu's return,

Shaking my head, what about the most basic trust between people?

Although I really haven't started writing the new book "Star Dream" on the surface,
But isn't this really an idea for a new book? Let's see if the name of the new book has been chosen.

"Pioneer Film and Television Editing: Mr. Ji, sorry to bother you, it's the lyrics of the anime theme song."

Regarding this message from screenwriter Shi,

A smile appeared on Ji Zhuo's face, he was more confident about this question,
Because he wrote it out, last night he spent some more time refining the lyrics, even if he had finalized the lyrics for the theme song of the anime.

This feeling is like facing the sand sculpture readers' reminders to update. Although there is no update, it is quite confident to have a manuscript.

"Clumsy and extraordinary: I'm sorry, I forgot to send it. I'll send it to you when I get back."

"Editor Shi: Okay, thank you, Mr. Ji. Mr. Ji, please go ahead and don't be in a hurry."

At last,
It's a message from the editor in chief.

"Ben Mo: Boss, take pity on me, can you tell me how long it will take for the new book to be released, and give me some psychological preparation."

No one will always care about you,

Except when you drag the new book, you urge the editor of the new book.

But pen and ink are inexplicably humble.

But there is no way, the contract signed by Ji Zhuo and Fei Mo Novel is not very binding.
In addition, Ji Zhuo, a dog writer, likes to come out with little moths at every turn.

"Clumsy and uncommon: ... At least it will take another [-] days. This time the new book will also be serialized on the Internet."

It doesn’t work if it’s not serialized. If the writing on the surface is finished and then published, at least two months will be in between.
His "loyal readers" must be suspicious, suspecting that he played a trumpet.

Isn't that slandering people?The author of the dog is playing a trumpet... can it be considered a matter?

"Bi Mo: Then big brother, I'm relieved if you say that, so I won't ask."

Pen and ink quickly responded to the message.

I am really relieved, although it will take some time,
But for this author who never went as expected, it would be nice to be able to publish new books normally, at least he didn't make any troubles.

"Hey……"

Ji Zhuo let out a long sigh,
put down the phone, shook his head,
These individuals still lack trust in me.

I am working hard here, coding every day, and I am writing when I say I am writing.

I am humble and never lie!

Turned,
Ji Zhuo glanced at the system interface by the way,
But after he decided to write the book "The Epic of the Empire",

The system's current main occupational task objectives have also been specifically determined.

"The current goal of the main profession: According to the current main profession level and past works, the requirement is to create a book with a physical sales volume of not less than 45, and the word count of the finished manuscript should not be less than 20."

The specific target of the system is higher in the original range,
This made Ji Zhuo very happy, because the higher the goal of the system, the more he would earn if he achieved it or not.
But from another perspective, I was a little worried. The system set such a high goal, which is also a kind of optimism about the performance of his new book.

The sales volume of 45 in the three months after the release is 15 per month.

Compared with another book under the 'ABC' vest, the sales requirements are actually average,
But it is impossible for every book to win an award, and then lead to a sales trend.

It's impossible for every reader who has read "Seven Sins" to buy "Epic of Empires" again, right?

Of course, in fact, if the sales volume of 45 can be achieved within three months, Ji Zhuo can reluctantly accept it.

So he didn't change his English vest this time, he just relied on the subject matter.

It's a big deal to lose some money, what's the matter.

At most, it will lose more than 2000 million in a month, what's the matter?

We have money, we have money...

Ji Zhuo felt like he was brainwashing himself.

Shake your head.Close the system interface,
Turn around and continue cooking.

……

"Hiss... Take it easy, it hurts me a bit."

"Master, you'd better take it easy, my old arms and waist don't take much effort."

As a matter of course, Ji Zhuo, who had a sore back and aching back, lay down on the massage table of the orthopedic massage,

An old lady was rubbing Ji Zhuo's shoulders and neck,

Ji Zhuo howled in pain, feeling that his neck and shoulders were not his own.

But Yun Qingmu next to her was not much better, at most she was better than Ji Zhuo.
Also kept breathing.

"The young man's shoulders and neck are so stiff."

Hearing Ji Zhuo yelling to be gentle, the masseuse lady took some effort, and regretfully said,

Next to her was Yun Qingmu, who was also an aunt pinching her shoulders and breathing in, but she still cared about Ji Zhuo a little bit.
Seeing Ji Zhuo like that, Yun Qingmu felt a little distressed,

"...Ji Zhuo, you're a code-word..."

"Hey, sitting in front of the computer all day is easy to hurt your body. It's not easy for young people."

The aunt who rubbed her shoulders and neck followed suit.

"No matter how difficult it is, it's not easy to carry cement bags on the construction site? No matter how hard it is to hurt the body, can it hurt the body to cut wheat under the sun?"

Ji Zhuo hissed his teeth in pain, and laughed at himself,
Hearing Ji Zhuo's words, the aunt who was rubbing Ji Zhuo's shoulder and neck became more gentle with her hands.

"...Ji Zhuo, why don't you take a break...Actually, readers are quite able to wait. As long as there are good books to read, they can actually wait quite a long time."

"Now you should have a lot of money. In fact, you can... relax a bit."

Yun Qingmu said hesitantly, because she didn't know if the relationship between her and Ji Zhuo allowed her to say such things.

"I'm going to say it's because of a dream, do you believe it?"

Ji Zhuo said something angrily.

"letter."

Yun Qingmu nodded affirmatively,

Ji Zhuo turned his head and glanced at him, losing his temper due to Yun Qingmu's serious and affirming gaze.

I looked around angrily, wanting to say something,
As a result, I couldn't say anything.
He turned his head and said nothing.

Ji Zhuo actually loves money.

It can be seen from his attitude towards the system incentive money,
He didn't earn the system incentive money, and he felt that he was losing money.

But in fact, he now has 3000 to [-] million in his bank card,
But in addition to buying the house that has been rented all the time,
He has never spent much money, nor enjoyed consumption much,
In fact, he can write a new book half a year later, enjoy the food, drink and fun in half a year,

Anyway, he has a system, so he doesn't have to worry about losing readers.

But he has never done this before, and he is still writing novels without stopping... Well, let's take a short break once in a while.

Sometimes he doesn't even know what he's thinking.

But sometimes people may be so contradictory.

Maybe the money in Ji Zhuo's bank card is used,

That is, after Ji Zhuo finished his meal, he could go for a walk if he wanted to, and take a car to go home if he wanted to go home.

Wherever you can go, stop and take a look when you want to stop, don't worry about rushing,

Perhaps the biggest effect is to save Ji Zhuo from having to think too much about money in his life.

In addition,

Maybe it's like he said it himself,

Most novels are not written for money in the first place.

Instead, I want to be someone Lu.

"...Hiss...Master, aunt, lighten your waist too."

Ji Zhuo was silent, his state of not knowing what he was thinking was interrupted by the aunt's hand rubbing his back,

Ji Zhuo couldn't help taking another breath,
"Young man, the muscles in your waist and back are also stiff, you should come here more often."

"Otherwise, when you get old here, you will suffer from the back, shoulders and neck."

"Come more, come more, aunt, please be gentle, I don't have to work hard."

……

After the massage, Ji Zhuo and Yun Qingmu went back to their respective homes,

Before leaving, Yun Qingmu cared about the progress of his new book again,
Ji Zhuo was tired just now, so let's take a good rest first,
In a blink of an eye, I started asking for new books again.

Heh, woman, turning faces is faster than turning pages.

blowing the evening wind,

It's not too far from the neighborhood where I live.
Ji Zhuo walked all the way back,
People on the road, some are in a hurry, and some are drinking and singing after drinking.

"Brother, you are back after dinner."

back to the neighborhood,

When he went out, Ji Zhuo saw that little chubby man under the gazebo,

At this moment, Ji Zhuo is still there even after he returned from the massage, Ji Zhuo picked up his phone and looked, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Why haven't you returned yet?"

"Isn't it the weekend today? The signal here in the gazebo is good, and we're playing games."

"Brother, do you want to come, I will take you."

Little Fatty shook the phone in his hand,
Ji Zhuo watched and was silent for a while,
"Come……"

Then Ji Zhuo followed the chubby pier and rewarded the opposite player with a few more.

"...Brother, I thought about it. I'd better go home and sleep. After all, even though it's the weekend, I still can't sleep too late. Go to bed early and get up early to be healthy."

After playing for a while, Xiao Pangdun looked at the phone screen and fell into deep thought.
Then he left without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)