I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 219
"Huating Publishing Editor-in-Chief Qian: Mr. Bugong, Huating Publishing's version of "Hour Hand Leaps to Death" has been released, and the current sales are very good."

"Modu Publishing Editor-in-Chief Tao:...Mr. Ji, the first-day sales of "Hour Hand" published by Modu Publishing House and Huating Publishing House at the same time, our side is 1.8 million copies.

Editor-in-chief Qian: We have 1.5 million volumes here. Lao Tao relies on his many offline channels. In fact, Huating Publishing sells more online than Modu Publishing.

Editor-in-chief Tao: What is relying on?Your publishing house's offline channels are not good, why do you want me to cut off the offline channels so that I don't have to compete fairly with you?
Editor-in-Chief Qian: It doesn’t matter, I’m just explaining a basic fact, why are you in a hurry?
Editor-in-Chief Tao: I'm anxious, I think some people are anxious, and they can say this kind of thing because of the many offline channels..."

After some time.

Ji Zhuo then received the message from the group with the two editor-in-chiefs of Huating Publishing and Modu Publishing,

But before Ji Zhuo could return, the two began bickering among themselves in the group.

Right now, the genius is black.

Ji Zhuo stayed in the study for another afternoon, coding "Epic of the Empire" for a day.

As of today, the second chapter of "The Epic of the Empire", the story of the Weiss and 'Sen' is basically finished.
Except that it took a day at the beginning, it took Ji Zhuo two or three days to write the entire second chapter.

The length of the second chapter is about the same as the first chapter, with tens of thousands of words in content.

now,

After leaving the study, Ji Zhuo, who simply ate a takeaway, was buried in the living room signing "The Seven Sins",
The first [-] copies of "Seven Sins" that he needed to sign had already been delivered this morning.

Twenty large cardboard boxes, each containing a hundred copies of The Seven Sins.

The stacked boxes are almost blocking the passage to the bedroom.

"The heart is like a starry sky, boundless - ABC"

Ji Zhuo is currently signing the Chinese version of "Seven Sins",
Holding the pen tightly in his hand, he signed the name in italics one stroke at a time.

Only in this way, Ji Zhuo's Chinese signature will not be easily recognized.

Holding his breath, Ji Zhuo almost gritted his teeth,

What a crime.

After finally signing a box of [-] copies, Ji Zhuo looked back, and there were still nine boxes of the Chinese version.

"I'm tired, so let's do it. Let's sign tomorrow."

Ji Zhuo flicked the signature pen, collapsed on the sofa, picked up the phone,

I saw two editors-in-chief of the publishing house, bickering continuously in the group.

"Editor-in-Chief Qian: Hey, why can't I say it? If I don't say it, Mr. Bugong thought that your online sales of Magic City Publishing House surpassed ours.

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Hey, yes, your online sales are high, you are shameless, you agreed to release it at the same time, and you even opened a pre-sale.

Editor-in-chief Qian: Hey, you didn’t open it?

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Didn’t I see you open it, so I opened it, or your publishing house would have sold out all the online sales?

Clumsy and uncommon: ...

Clumsy and uncommon: Thank you two editor-in-chiefs, I see. "

Ji Zhuo turned forward and saw the sales volume of the first day of "Hour Hand Leaps to Death" that the two said,
A family of more than 1, adding up to more than 3.

Looking at this sales volume, Ji Zhuo may be used to seeing big winds and waves, so he feels like it's nothing.

"Hour Hand Leaps to Death" is a work that has been serialized before, and has such a high online subscription,
In fact, it will definitely affect the publication results, because he did not hide this "Hour Hand Leaps to Death" from the beginning, plus the non-ink novels and the promotion when he received the award for "The Caged Bird".

Many readers who originally bought his published books were also attracted and read the book "Hour Hand".

Most people still don't buy a published book after reading it.

Of course, the achievement of "Hour Hand" itself is here. The new readers who are attracted, the old readers who have not read it, and the readers who have read it and plan to buy it back for collection,
Naturally, the sales volume cannot be too bad, after all, it is the work of the dog author.

As for those "blind" readers who read directly regardless of the subject matter he wrote, they can support a lot of sales.

Hmm...Thinking about the sales of more than 3 on the first day, it seems to be not bad?

In other words, it is already very good compared to the domestic publishing market.

Of course, it is also because this book is on the bright side from the beginning,

Therefore, there is a high probability that the highest sales volume of this book was during his first week.
Waiting for the dog author later, because after all the readers who have read this book and plan to collect it buy it, and all new readers will buy it, the sales of this book will definitely drop a lot, and it will enter a stage of steady flow.

"Editor-in-Chief Qian: Mr. Bugong, you're being polite. We didn't do anything. We have to thank you, Mr. Bugong, for bringing such a good work to the publisher and readers.

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Mr. Ji, you are welcome.

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Does Mr. Ji have any new works recently? If you want to publish them, you can consider our Magic Capital Publishing House.

Editor-in-chief Qian: ? ? ?

Editor-in-Chief Qian: Can't you think more about Mr. Bugong, who just finished writing the work "Hour Hand", so you don't need to rest?
Editor-in-chief Qian: Of course, if Mr. Bugong has any new works, he can choose our Huating Publishing House. After all, the cooperation between Mr. Bugong and our Huating Publishing House has been quite pleasant.

Clumsy and uncommon: ...

Clumsy and uncommon: talk again, talk again. "

Why are there reminders for new books everywhere?

Ji Zhuo replied and slipped away.

There are only two editors who are not too young in the group to continue bickering,
"Editor Tao: Why did you choose your publishing house? We had a good cooperation with Mr. Ji, so you Huating Publishing House must intervene?
Editor-in-Chief Qian: What kind of intrusion?Our Huating Publishing House is dedicated to the author, especially the author like Mr. Bugong, unlike your publishing house, which is urging and asking for new books all day long.

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Flatterer.

Editor-in-chief Qian: ? ?
Editor-in-chief Qian: Besides, Mr. Bugong’s best-selling book, "The Bird in the Cage" was published by our publishing house. Look, which of the works of Mr. Bugong published by your publishing house can match the sales volume of "The Bird in the Cage"

Editor-in-Chief Qian: It’s not that you were delayed by Mr. Bugong.

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Huating also publishes science fiction novels. Do you have the ability to publish other novels?

Editor-in-Chief Tao: Can your publishing house publish "Resuscitating Cthulhu", "Seven Days of Hell", and "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals"?
Editor-in-Chief Qian: Our publishing house has the best-selling "Bird in a Cage""

……

In that small group, Ji Zhuo didn't pay attention to the bickering between the two editors.

Just slumped on the sofa, blowing the evening breeze, and playing with the phone by the way,
Look at the news in the reader group.

"Grass growing in the canyon: It's outrageous! An anime theme song is about to hit the top of the music software's new song list, you are all a bunch of animals.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: You are lofty, don't you listen?

Grass in the Canyon: I’ve only listened to it a dozen times, so it’s not like you... The author’s lyrics are not bad.

Zeng Canghai: I fell asleep listening to the song last night, and dreamed of a shepherd boy at night, as if swimming around the world with the shepherd boy, I felt comfortable in the morning...mainly because I felt relaxed.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: I think that the song fits the style of the original book and anime, it makes people very quiet, and it removes a lot of irritability in my heart.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Whenever I think of that evil boss, I will give him a big bag, and then say that I will quit, but the child has to earn money for milk powder, the mortgage has to be paid, utilities have to be paid, and the family has to live.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Listening to the song yesterday, I got up and read "The Shepherd Boy Looking for Immortals" at night, and cried inexplicably in the living room alone.It's much better after crying.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: I feel that the childhood that should have fairy tales is like a dream, which suddenly disappeared forever. "

Ok……

Today, the readers in this reader group are suddenly not so sloppy, what they said made Ji Zhuo a little silent.

But further down, other readers soon broke the somewhat gloomy atmosphere,
"Little Black House: Listening to this song, you seem to be reminded of the wonderful world of the shepherd boy looking for immortals. Have you ever remembered that the old cow stayed in the small oasis in the swamp, and the shepherd boy can only go on alone? Looking for immortals, the old cow said that he was waiting for his return in the small oasis in the swamp.

Little Black House: When will the shepherd boy seek immortality?
Grass in the canyon: Fuck!I can't hold back anymore!It was uncomfortable to see the words of the Eight Immortals, but I completely broke my defense when I saw your words.

Grass in the canyon: Huh...Old cow, my old cow!Dog author, you have no heart!
Zeng Canghai: Dog author, you have no heart!If you write a lyrics, you will give me a knife! "

Ok?
Why are you scolding me again all of a sudden?

Didn't I just write the story of the shepherd boy looking for immortals into the lyrics?
The old cow and the shepherd boy are also part of the story,
I just fill in a word, can you blame me?

Oh……

"The Shepherd Boy Searching for Immortals" was also written by me, so it's fine.

……

"Huh~huh..."

Lying on the cool chair, the old man closed his eyes,

Some old voices are humming shallow tunes,
The face is calm, and it seems to be immersed in it.

"The song is so good..."

"The shallow tone seems to bring me back to the time when I was reading a book."

After humming the tune, the old man lay down on the cool chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a while, then sat up from the cool chair again, and said something aloud.

"Uncle Yu also hums nicely."

The nurse next to him said with a smile.

"Don't blow it. When you are old and short of breath, you can't sing the lyrics clearly, so you can hum intermittently, and you don't know what you are humming."

The old man was talking, took off the bluetooth earplugs next to his ears, and said with a smile,

I seem to be in a good mood.

On the screen of the mobile phone held in one hand, it was displayed that the music just played was the theme song "Xunxian" by the shepherd boy Xunxian.

"Listening to this song, I think of "The Shepherd Boy Looking for Immortals". When I think of the shepherd boy looking for immortals, some things that have been going on for a long time come to my mind."

"Did I tell you, when I was young, I moved a cool chair in the yard. That cool chair was used by myself when my grandfather was still alive. On summer nights, you leaned against the wooden chair. It's also cool on the cool chair..."

The old man was talking with a smile at first, but he stopped talking.

"Hey... As you get older, your memory is getting worse and worse... I should have told you this before, so I won't talk about it."

The laughing smile on his face disappeared, and there was silence for a while, and the old man lay back on the recliner again.

"Uncle Yu, tell me, it sounds interesting."

The nurse next to him said with a smile.

"I really want to hear it... that's okay, then I'll repeat it."

The old man hesitated, then moved his body again, sat up and said,
"Then my mother told me stories... My mother was not well-educated, and she told stories from other people. Sometimes my father would sit next to me, and my mother would tell me stories. He had I like to chime in from time to time.”

"In his mouth, one story sounds like another. My mother's telling is not scary, but his telling is scary... Sometimes it scares me so much that my heart is shaking and my face is a little pale. , my mother was so angry that I slapped my father."

The old man said and laughed,

He just smiled, smiled and became silent again, and didn't speak for a long time.

The nurse next to him waited, and then asked again,
"And then, Uncle Yu."

"Oh... Then, let me tell you about the story my mother told at that time..."

When the old man came back to his senses, he smiled again and continued talking.

……

"...that's the story...is there any problem baby?"

"Aha~"

In the bedroom, the man coaxed his daughter to sleep.

The girl lay flat on the bed, covered with the quilt, put her head out and leaned against her father, listening to the story,

After the man finished telling the story, he turned his head and saw that his daughter was drowsy and yawned.

"If you're sleepy, just close your eyes and go to sleep."

"Um……"

The girl was sleepy, with some yawning tears in her eyes, the tears were dripping,

She nodded obediently, and then asked her father,
"Father, when can I listen to the stories written by that author again...I'm so tired of hearing the stories of other people."

the girl said.

Isn't this just right, telling you a story is just coaxing you to sleep.

The man couldn't help thinking, but seeing his daughter's appearance, his heart melted again.

"The author who wrote the story hasn't written a new story yet. Go to sleep, baby. When the author who wrote the story has some new stories, I'll tell you right away."

"Um……"

When the girl heard her father's words, she couldn't bear the drowsiness any longer, closed her eyes and soon fell asleep.

The man watched his daughter fall asleep, and carefully adjusted the corner of the quilt,
Quietly, he exited the room and closed the door behind him.

Standing in the corridor, the man touched his phone again,

Open Feimo Novel, start reading novels, and open the hot searches on social platforms to have a look.

Well, I haven't seen any news that the author of the dog has released a new book.

In fact, he also wants to know when the dog author will release a new book.

"Author Dog, where's the new book? It's been a few days, and the donkeys in the production team don't dare you to rest like this!"

"Dog author... no, author, my daughter likes your novels very much. I used to read your novels to her every day to lull her to sleep, but now she reads your novels every day before going to bed, so can you send it earlier? New book, it’s best to heal with the new book..."

After posting two routine reminders to review the new book, the man went to his bedroom.

What are these two screens called?
So why don't the dog authors publish new books soon?
……

"Hiccup..."

When Ji Zhuo was browsing the book review section of "The Hour Hand Leaps to Death",
After seeing these two comments, the entire comment area, as Ji Zhuo expected,

They are all kinds of reviews of new books.

There are humble readers waiting for new books online, and there are sand sculpture readers who change their tricks to urge new books every day.

"Dog author, I have a monk friend who hasn't combed his hair since his old comb broke.

Today I went to see him in the temple, and I saw him walking back and forth in the temple, muttering non-stop. I gave him the gift I brought, and he searched for it for a while.
Then he kept on talking, and I heard him say,

'No new comb, no new comb, no new book... When will the new comb come, I can't live without the new comb...'.

Dog author, do you understand what he means? "

For those readers who urged the new book, Ji Zhuo can only say sorry.

No way, the "Epic of the Empire" is still being written.

It will take some time for "Star Dream" to be released.

But these sand sculpture readers are quite interesting.

After flipping through a few sand sculpture comments, Ji Zhuo passed the non-mo novel,
Just slipped away, as long as I don't like or reply,
No one would know that I read the comments about the new book,

I didn't see it, so I didn't.

Since there is no reminder for a new book, then I write slowly, isn't that also reasonable?
Ji Zhuo nodded in satisfaction,
Then look up...

Then the good mood was ruined by looking up and seeing "Seven Sins" waiting to be signed.

When I go to sleep at night, I lift the quilt, and there are books that need to be signed in the quilt.

(End of this chapter)