I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 49 Dafeng Tweet and the Copyright of "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals"
The plot progressed to the middle of this meeting,
Ji Zhuo stopped today's coding work.

Out of context, as an author, you always learn by yourself.

Although Ji Zhuo really didn't need to break the chapter, but the plot just happened to progress here.

It was dark outside now,

Ji Zhuo corrected the typo in the chapter written today, and then directly cut to the author's background and sent it out.

By the way, take another look at today's data,
The collection increase is much less than yesterday,
The increase in recommended votes is also much lower.

This means that most of the readers didn't follow up after collecting it.

It may be because the word count of his new book is still small, and it may be because a large number of old readers are not very interested in the subject matter of this new book.

Although readers of online articles have mixed tastes, it is difficult to read themes that do not meet their tastes.

The situation was basically as Ji Zhuo expected.

A stable state of mind, neither sad nor happy,

Ji Zhuo took a look and closed the backstage.

Then turn off the codeword software and turn off the computer.

"Gollum..."

Wu Zang Temple timely reminded him that it was time to eat,

Woke up from a nap at noon, he still hasn't eaten today,

Dinner is a three-in-one dinner again.

After getting up, Ji Zhuo went outside the house.

……

"Uncle Xu, I'm going back after walking."

"Ah, go for a walk after eating, Xiao Ji, why don't you go out to eat here."

"Yes. Hey, Aunt Chen, I'm taking my grandson out to play."

"This stinky boy, he can't even eat a meal, but after two bites, he wants to run out to play again."

"Kids like to play."

Going downstairs from the residence and passing through the community, Ji Zhuo even greeted some elders and aunts in the community.

It seems that there is a kind of psychological advantage that I will live here for a few months anyway, and I will not be able to see it again when I move again.

When Ji Zhuo lived in one place, it was easy to get acquainted with these old men and women,
Relying on this psychological advantage, he dared to say hello to grandpa and aunt who had only met once.

But when I went out, the greeting stopped,
Then he picked up his phone, walked along the side of the road, and swiped his phone down from time to time.

"Edit: at?"

Ok?
The editor here is working overtime every day?

"Clumsy and uncommon: yes."

Although there is a kind of emoticon that wants to flirt, don’t ask me if I’m there, just say something,

But after thinking about it, forget it.

……

"...Sister Qian, are you still leaving?"

"...Why are you going? I'll look through the new book again to see if there's anything more valuable."

Headquarters building of Shiyue.com, editorial department.

Just came out of a meeting in the conference room,

The editorial department was a bit noisy, some people were packing their things and preparing to leave work with tired and heavy steps,
Someone sat down at the desk again, supported his head and continued to toss in front of the computer.

The editor in charge also pulled away his stool, sat down, sent a message to Ji Zhuo, then looked up at the slightly noisy office,

Half of the company's meeting was about what the editor-in-chief revealed to him before.
The construction of the theater channel and the above-mentioned documents and collections of the National Library have brought about changes in wind direction and arrangements.

According to the previous plan, their editorial team released Ji Zhuo's new book and a few other good books as a benchmark for this time, and several other editorial teams also recommended a few books.

It's just a process. The editor-in-chief must have understood it before, so he naturally agreed.

At the same time, it is explained that some additional recommended resources will be provided to recommend these books.

The other half of the meeting was talking about something else,
The few novel websites in the second echelon are crazily grabbing market share,

It has brought a lot of pressure to Shiyue Novels.com, which is the only one in the first echelon,
Then this pressure was naturally further exerted on the editors in the editorial teams of the editorial department.

Let them stay as old authors, try not to let the loss of authors lead to the loss of readers,

At the same time, it is necessary to discover some new authors, and the website will hold more activities.

Hearing that all the editors, including pen and ink, are a bit battered, helpless,
How to keep the old author.

If other people don’t want to publish new books on your website, you can still force them to publish new books, open a small account and slip away.

As for the discovery of valuable new authors, how else can they be discovered? Read the submissions more often?It can also be seen that a flower will not come.

It also depends on the website holding more activities to see if it can attract some new authors and valuable new authors.

But now it is said that it is preparing to hold some new essay and author competitions, but it is still in the oral stage, and there is not even a shadow.

Thinking, pen and ink shook his head,
Fortunately, he still has some authors like 'Era Coincidence' who have good grades and can bear it, and they can withstand it.

Otherwise, as an editor-in-charge, he would probably be even more troubled now.

bow your head,
Seeing that Ji Zhuo has already replied to the message,
The pen and ink sent out the words that had been prepared before,

"Edit: Next week's big push, pay attention to keep updating and maintain the quality, one update is fine, the main thing is not to stop updating."

"Clumsy and uncommon:..."

Ji Zhuo, who was on his way to dinner, saw the news that the editor had returned,

just feel...

Although he might have looked away a long time ago, he was making money anyway.

But he was still a little speechless when he saw that there was a big push here.

This book is bigger than the book recommendation, making Ji Zhuo feel a little complicated.

"Clumsy and uncommon: Is this a test of water?"

"EDIT: Sort of.

Clumsy and uncommon: Big editor, although I did well in the last book, but I don’t need to push this book as soon as it comes out.In this way, editors, you don’t need to be under a lot of pressure.

Edit: Just a recommendation, what pressure is there. "

Ji Zhuo's mood became more complicated.
It seems to remind me of the time when I read three books in a row,
Then he remembered that he originally planned to write such a novel, and by the way, he took the system's 100 million.

Although he just wanted to write something meaningful from the beginning, but no one dislikes a lot of money.

It's just complicated.

The editor's words didn't stop, and then another message came.

"Editor: It's a big push. In addition to the quality and achievement foundation of your previous two books, the most important thing is that your book is very well written. The quality is very good, and the plot development is also very good.

Edit: Didn't I say before that the new setting of the theater channel always needs to come up with a masterpiece, otherwise it's not appropriate to open a new channel without saying anything. "

Looking at the message sent by the editor again,

Ji Zhuo's mood became more complicated.

With myself, is this a version bonus?

"Clumsy and uncommon: So the boss is going to use my book as a new channel...?
Editor: It has the potential to become a leading work of a new channel, and the style is suitable in all aspects. I am quite optimistic, and the editor-in-chief is also very optimistic. "

Good guy,
I am not so optimistic about my own book, but you are quite optimistic.

Ji Zhuo called him a good guy, but he didn't feel too uncomfortable.

If there are really a lot of recommendations, maybe the manuscript fee for this book will also bring back some of his blood.

It just feels a little weird.

And Bimo also mentioned to Ji Zhuo about the theater channel,
No mention of more files,
One is that it is inconvenient to say clearly, and the other is that he believes that Ji Zhuo is an author who can grasp the market reaction very well.
When Shiyue's online trend began to change, he knew it himself.

"Edit: So you don't have to worry too much about the recommendation, just keep the quality and update."

"Clumsy and uncommon:..."

Ji Zhuo was a little silent, so what else could he reply in the end?
I can only thank you.

"Clumsy and extraordinary: Thank you, boss."

I don't even want any recommendation, you have to give it, what can I do about it.

put away the phone,

Ji Zhuo turned around and went into the roadside restaurant,

He remembered that the fried twice-cooked pork in this restaurant seemed to be good.

……

"...Uncle Yu, I will push you to sit in front. The park is in front of you."

"...Are you in the park?"

"Well, yes, we're at the park. Uncle Yu, did you hear the birdsong?"

Yucheng.

The old man is sitting in a wheelchair, and a man in his thirties, who is also a nurse, is pushing the wheelchair.

Along the walking path outside the park fence, I walked slowly towards the nearest park gate, talking to the old man in a wheelchair from time to time,
The old man is sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by others, with his eyes closed,

This seemed to make him feel that he couldn't see what was in front of him just because he closed his eyes, not because he was blind.

"...I only heard a seller of candied haws in front of me, and a child clamoring for adults to buy them."

The old man smiled and responded again.

"There is a candied haws seller in front, pushing a three-wheeled stall, just at the entrance of the park, surrounded by a few children. Uncle Yu, you have really good ears."

The nurse looked up and described the scene ahead for the old man.

"This ear is still usable..."

The old man first smiled, then sighed slightly, and fell silent.

The old man was silent, and opened his eyes, but there was still darkness in front of him, or even more nothingness than darkness, he couldn't see anything.

He's clearly not paralyzed, just blind,

But when traveling, I still can only sit in a wheelchair.

He knows how to use a cane, but he doesn't want to use it,

Although the cane is longer than the eyes, the place it can reach is too close.

There is always a strong sense of uneasiness when you can't see things and your hands can't reach around.

In other words, he was a little scared.

The nurse pushes the old man in the wheelchair,

Passing through the somewhat noisy park gate,
The old man couldn't help turning his head in the direction where the children were making noise, but naturally he still couldn't see anything,
On the contrary, a few children next to them turned their heads curiously when they saw the old man in a wheelchair passing by them.

"Chirp... squeak..."

The old man was pushed into the park,
The surroundings became quiet, he heard the chirping of birds in the park, felt the wind blowing through the branches and leaves in the park,

He couldn't help raising his head.

"Uncle Yu, we're in the pavilion in the park."

"……Um……"

The old man responded, lowered his head again, and paused again.

Silent, and then quiet for a while, the old man turned his head again,
"...Last night, I heard a book called "Seven Days of Hell". Did you put it on the bookshelf for me?"

The old man asked suddenly.

"Yes. Uncle Yu. Didn't you, Uncle Yu, read this author's other book "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" before? You said it was good at the time."

"A day or two ago, this author wrote a new book, "Seven Days of Hell", and I put it on the bookshelf for you."

The nurse answered accordingly.

"……Um."

The old man nodded, he still had some impressions.

After a pause, the old man asked again,
"He hasn't finished the book yet?"

"It should still be serialized."

"Uncle Yu, let me take a look... well, two more chapters have been updated today. Uncle Yu, do you want to listen now?"

The old man paused, then nodded again.

Stretching out his hands, he took out the earphones from his pocket.

"...Then Uncle Yu, let me open it for you."

"...When you can't see your surroundings, and you can't touch things around you, there is always a strong sense of uneasiness."

The reading of the latest chapter came out of the old man's earphones,

The old man didn't make a sound, but couldn't help tightening his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair.

It's quiet in the park,

The wheelchair the old man was sitting on stopped under the pavilion in the park.

The nurse knew that the old man didn't want to be disturbed at this time, so he stood aside, took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and looked up at the old man from time to time.

After a while,
Today's updated chapter has been read,
The old man did not take off the headphones on his ears,

Instead, he still paused, not knowing what to think.

"...is there a blind path in the park?"

the old man asked suddenly.

"Yes, Uncle Yu."

Asked abruptly, the nurse froze for a moment, then quickly responded,

"Give me the cane. I'll get up and walk."

"...Okay...Okay, Uncle Yu."

The nurse quickly responded twice, and handed the blind stick pinned to the side of the wheelchair to the old man.

The old man took it, and slowly got up from the wheelchair with the support of the nurse.

There is no path for the blind in the pavilion, and the nurse helped the old man to the road in the park before finding the path for the blind.

The old man swiped with his blind stick and took a few steps forward.
Walking alone with a blind stick is like walking in a world with only oneself,
What can be perceived is only such a small circle that the blind stick can touch.

After walking for a while, the old man stopped.

"...Call my son for me."

The nurse is a little strange, the old man rarely does these things on weekdays.

But he quickly called the old man.

"...Dad, what's the matter?"

The voice of a middle-aged man in his 40s came from the other end of the phone.

"...how is the situation in the company?"

"What else can I do? According to your previous plan, Dad, you are going to try to enter the animation industry. You are poaching people everywhere, and everyone who is capable is the uncle. I feel so humble that I can't straighten my waist."

"Dad, you left me the big bag of tea leaves in the office, Dad, remember, it was taken away by a composer."

The middle-aged man complained on the phone,

Listening to the phone, the old man who was originally in a low mood couldn't help but smile.

"Then it won't be opened?"

The old man joked along with the words.

"That can't be done, remember what you taught, daddy, people are capable people, we all rely on other people's ability to make a living, then others are masters, and respect should be respected. Just let the tea go as you go, I remember Dad, you still have a bag, and I will come over tomorrow, Dad, give me another two taels... By the way, Dad, why do you call?"

"...I recommend this novel to you."

The old man restrained his smile and talked about the business,
"It's called Mortal Cultivation of Immortals. It's a novel on the Internet. I've read it... I've finished listening to it. It's well written. You can buy the copyright for it."

"IP adaptation animation?"

The middle-aged man was listening on the other end of the phone, and paused for a moment in surprise.

"Well. This book is good. Even if you don't need it now, it's not bad to buy the copyright first and hold it in your hands."

In business,
Although some other reasons contributed to his idea, it is impossible for the old man to give away money for free.

The main reason is that he is really optimistic about the copyright value of this "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals".

The most important value of this copyright does not come from the achievements of "Mortal Cultivation of Immortals" itself,

What is even bigger is the old man's optimism about the author's follow-up development.

Buy it now at a relatively low price, absolutely no loss.

"...Okay, I'll take a look later. IP adaptation is indeed a good choice as our first work to enter the animation industry."

"...By the way, Dad. We are doing a good job in film and television production. Do you think the animation industry will really be rich?"

"...The signs of recovery in the animation industry have been obvious for the past two years."

"...Okay, I see, Dad. Dad, do you have anything else to do?"

"...If you have time, you can read this author's other new book "Seven Days of Hell" and see if he...has any adaptation value."

After saying this, the old man handed the phone to the nurse and asked him to hang it up for him.

The old man stood where he was again, and fell silent.

"..."Seven Days of Hell"?"

Another part of Yucheng, in an office building.

The old man's son ended the call and was looking at the phone, chewing on the title of the book.

Although his father called to ask him to buy another copyright,

But listening to his father's phone call, the novel mentioned at the end was the reason for his father's call.

(End of this chapter)