I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 320 Add Salt!With salt!
"Carol: Mr. A, congratulations on your work winning the Goncourt Literature Prize.

Carol: "Epic of Empire" deserves the award!
Carol: According to the data fed back from various channels, Mr. A, after the news that your "Empire Epic" won the award, the sales volume of "Empire Epic" has increased again today! "

……

"Editor-in-Chief Lou: Mr. Ji, you have a big heart, and you have no choice to compete with "The Epic of the Empire" for the Goncourt Literature Prize.

Editor-in-Chief Lou: ABC must be very happy to have a friend like Mr. Ji.

Editor-in-Chief Lou: But Mr. Ji, although you did not choose to participate in the competition for the Goncourt Prize for Literature, the sales of "Seven Days of Hell" and "Hour Hand" have increased significantly, which shows that readers have bright eyes. "

……

I signed the book until midnight, but I couldn't sign it anymore.

Ji Zhuo went downstairs for a walk, sat under the gazebo in the community to enjoy the shade,

By the way, look at some messages received on the penguin chat on the mobile phone,
I glanced at Penguin Chat, the messages sent by Editor-in-Chief Lou and Carol successively,
Ji Zhuo also responded with a few polite words.

In addition, I can only feel that these two editors can really talk.

"Empire Epic" deserves the award.

The failure of "Seven Days of Hell" meant that they were broad-minded and did not participate in the competition.

Then I saw the two editors say that the sales of "Epic of the Empire" and "Seven Days of Hell" have increased again,

Thinking about what the editor-in-chief of Ayer told him earlier, Ji Zhuo felt a little weird again.

Put down the phone,

Ji Zhuo turned his head again and glanced to the side.

In the gazebo, Little Fatty is still there,
In the middle of the night, there were not many people in the community, but the little fat man hadn't gone back yet.

He holds an ice cream in one hand, a mobile phone in the other, and a small charging fan beside him.

It was still so hot that I was panting, and beads of sweat dripped down from time to time on my forehead.
From time to time, I would temporarily bite the ice cream with my mouth, holding the mobile phone in both hands, and it seemed to be sending some news quickly and enthusiastically.
"It's so late, you haven't gone back yet? Your grandma hasn't come back from dancing in the square?"

Ji Zhuo asked casually,
"Tomorrow is Sunday. It's too hot in the house. The air conditioner is broken. It's killing me. My grandma went to play mahjong. I guess she just went to use the air conditioner. I like quietness."

The little chubby man was talking, biting the ice cream again, holding the phone with both hands and pressing it quickly, without raising his head the whole time.

Ji Zhuo glanced at Little Fatty,

Turning back to look at his phone,

In the book friend group, I saw Xiaopangdun's speech.

"Little Black House: Friends, the author of the dog has not released any new books yet, what do you think should be done?
Grass in the canyon: I suggest shutting down in a small dark room, strapping it on a stool, and facing the computer.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Can't you bring a whip?

Eat cake and get fat: add salt to the whip, add salt to the whip!Pump your back, don't beat your hands!

Zeng Canghai: Du Nima is a ruthless person, the author who abuses dogs so much?Like me, if I shut the author of the dog in a small black room,

Zeng Canghai: He doesn’t type [-]-word updates for me every day, so he doesn’t even want to eat today.

Eating cakes will make you fat: you still have to give enough food!Add salt to the rice, add a pinch of salt, and then don't code [-] characters, and don't give water to drink!
Zeng Canghai: I can see that you are not human. "

Looking at the chat records in the group, Ji Zhuo turned his head and glanced at the excited little fat pier who was holding his mobile phone and pressing it quickly,

After a moment of silence, he moved a little to the side of the pillar.

"Xiaoxiaohao: I think your requirements for dog authors are a bit high.

Xiaoxiaohao: After all, it usually takes a month or so for a dog author to publish a new book.

Zeng Canghai: Shut up!
Zeng Canghai: Shut up!Get up quickly, don't let the screen-peeping dog author see,
Zeng Canghai: The dog author is definitely in the group! "

Ji Zhuo held the phone, his fingers paused, and wanted to say something, but he felt that it was inappropriate to say anything.

After a moment of silence, he silently put down the phone again.

Over there, the little chubby poked his hand quickly on the phone screen for a while, then raised his head again,
Looking at Ji Zhuo over here,

"Brother? You were going to write a novel before. Have you started writing a novel? Can you tell me about it?"

The little fat pier said again with some interest.

"Well... I'm writing, I'm writing."

Ji Zhuo said vaguely.

"Brother...why do you speak like a dog author?"

"You can't learn from a dog author."

The little fat pier took a bite of the ice cream, and then said sweatingly.

Ji Zhuo was silent for a while and didn't speak.

Seeing that there was no story to listen to, Little Fatty turned back again and continued to play with the phone.

In this gazebo,
stayed a while longer,

Little Fatty still went back.

Ji Zhuo was under the gazebo again, leaning against the pillars, lying on the bench, and stayed for a while,

until it rained at night,

The rain clattered on the roof of the gazebo,
Ji Zhuo listened to the sound of rain for a while, then got up and went back to the house.

……

"……bought?"

"Got it! And, and it's signed, Dad! Signed!"

"It is said that there are only [-] autographed books in total, and I actually bought them like this. I can't see them outside. I only saw them when I came back and opened the plastic packaging!"

In the evening, the boy was holding a schoolbag in one hand,

Holding the physical book of "Star Dream" in one hand, he rushed into the noodle shop excitedly,
The owner of his father's noodle shop glanced at the boy, then asked in a low voice.

"Hmm... let me see... it's really a signed book."

The owner of the noodle shop listened, opened it and looked at it, and some of his eyes lit up,
Then he closed it again and handed it back to his son.

"Put it away properly, and put it in the bookcase when you get home. Don't let your mother see it. If your mother sees it, you can say that you bought it yourself, don't say that I gave you the money."

"Your father, I gave you money from my own house."

"Then what do I say, where did I get the money?"

"You just say...well, you just say that you saved your own money to buy it."

"Save money to buy?"

"Well, I saved money to buy it!"

"...Dad, what, I didn't say anything."

The woman at the cash register came over and said behind the owner of the noodle shop.

The owner of the noodle shop turned his head and looked at his wife, just smiling...hehe.

"...When you buy a book, you buy the book, and you keep it from me. This is great. It will increase the sales of this writer's novel."

The woman said angrily, and then brought a brand new "Star Dream" from the cash register.

The owner of the noodle shop could only laugh.

"...I haven't read it again... Forget it, I will support this author. This book is quite good."

While talking, the woman handed the book "Star Dream" to the young man, and stretched out her hand towards the young man.

"mom……"

"I just heard that this book is a signed book? Anyway, you just bought it and kept it, so take this."

"I'll keep this signed book for you."

The woman said calmly.

"OK then."

With a sad face, the young man handed over the autographed book in his hand, and exchanged it for the "Star Dream" in his mother's hand.

The woman took it, opened it, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he raised his head and glanced at his son, and handed the autographed book back angrily.

"Okay, take it, I can take it after I take it."

"Put it well, don't break it."

"I know! Mom!"

The teenager is holding two books and is happy.

……

In the noodle shop, on the other side,
While waiting for the meal, Ye Linhan also took out the package he had just received,
Carefully taking it apart, a smile appeared on his face,
Huating Publishing sent him the hardcover version of "Star Dream",

And the dog's author's signature.

Hey, another autographed book by the dog author has arrived!

It's great to be a dog author zone up!

Ye Linhan opened it, carefully looked at the signature of the dog author on the title page of Star Dream,

Then he put the book away with satisfaction.

The physical publication of "Star Dream" is finally on sale.

(End of this chapter)