I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 89

"Brush and ink: The editor-in-chief of the three editorial groups at the beginning of reading is the editorial group I used to be in when I first read the novel. I hope you can add him as a friend. #流汗豆豆"

On the way out for dinner, Ji Zhuo received a message from his editor.

Seeing the news, Ji Zhuo was somewhat embarrassed.

It's not that he deliberately didn't add Shiyue.com's editor contact information,
He has always kept in touch with pen and ink here,

Subconsciously, he ignored the fact that the pen and ink had been transferred to non-mo novels, and that he and Shiyue.com lacked contact information.

"Clumsy and uncommon: ok, boss. #满头大汗."

After replying, Ji Zhuo passed the friend request sent by the editor-in-chief without any hassle.

"Ben Mo: Well. Your previous two books "Resuscitating Cthulhu" and "Seven Days of Hell" have achieved good results after publication. The publishing house wants to do some activities to stimulate sales, and needs your cooperation. Shiyue.com The editor-in-chief contacted you mainly because of this matter.

Pen and ink: For details, please communicate with the editor-in-chief.

Clumsy and Uncommon: All right, boss.

Pen and ink: Yes. "

Chatted with the editor pen and ink for a few words,
The news of the editor-in-chief of the three groups of beginning reading has also been sent.

"Starting to read the editor-in-chief of the three groups: Boss, I should have already told you the matter. The publishing house wants you to cooperate in some activities. If it is a signing event, if it is not convenient, just sign some autographs Take the book to the publishing house for activities."

"Clumsy and uncommon: just sign the autographed book. Is the book sent by the publishing house?"

Ji Zhuo just finds it troublesome, signing a few books is fine, let's forget about signing a sale.

"Editor-in-Chief of Shiyue: Give me the address, and the publisher will send the book over. How many copies do you think you plan to sign?"

"Clumsy and Uncommon: One Hundred Books?

Clumsy and extraordinary: Forget it, sign two hundred copies. "

Although it is said that those readers are the culprits all day long, but purely as readers,
These readers still support him.

If a reader wants to sign a book, he can sign a few more.

"Starting to read the editor-in-chief: OK.

Clumsy and Uncommon: ...Well, can I ask, how many copies have you sold? "

"Starting to read the editor-in-chief: In the first week, "Seven Days of Hell" sold nearly 2 copies, and the first published volume of "Resuscitating Cthulhu" also sold more than [-] copies. The sales of this week have not yet been announced. It should be good to come back."

The total number of words in "Seven Days of Hell" is only a few hundred thousand words, and it was forgotten after it was published.

"Resuscitating Cthulhu" has more than two million words, and it is really difficult to finish it in one volume.

"Clumsy and uncommon: so many?"

Ji Zhuo was a little surprised,

I still have a little understanding of the publishing industry and the sales of physical books.

In the current market, one hundred thousand copies a year can be considered a bestseller.

Maybe "Seven Days of Hell" can sell hundreds of thousands a year?

Although slightly surprised, Ji Zhuo must be happy,
When the book is finished, the more it sells, the more he makes.

"Editor-in-chief Shiyue: The results are good, so the publishing house is anxious to organize some activities to hit the first month's sales.

Editor-in-Chief of Shiyue: Alright, I won’t bother you. "

I communicated with the editor-in-chief here at Shiyue,

Ji Zhuo ended the phone.

put down the phone,
A few more smiles appeared on his face.

The new book hits the street and is not popular,
Old books are selling like crazy,

It is really double happiness.

"...Boss, give me braised pork trotters, fried twice-cooked pork, and braised chicken."

Walking into the restaurant, Ji Zhuo shouted.

I'm in a good mood today, let's eat more hearty.

……

And when Ji Zhuo was eating and drinking happily,
On the other side, there are still various undercurrents surging.

Yucheng.

Pioneer Media Film and Television,
in the office.

Yu Mingzhi was on the phone with his father.

"...Dad, I asked you about the author's new book."

Although it is a bit embarrassing to ask about an author's new book specifically with Shiyue.com.

But Yu Mingzhi still asked someone to ask.

After all, after his father was blind, he could do very little. It was rare for him to read a novel to make him happy, so he naturally had to find a way.

Thinking about it, Yu Mingzhi sighed.

"Ah."

There was an old man's answer on the other end of the phone.

Yu Mingzhi paused, then said aloud,
"It's not that the author didn't write a new book. Instead, he changed his account and posted a new book on another small website."

"This small website was previously acquired by Startyue. The editor in charge of the author used to be the editor-in-chief, and the author also published a new book on that website."

"...Well... this author is quite affectionate and righteous."

The old man paused and commented.

"Yes...but Dad, his new book may not be suitable for you to read."

"You still care about me? It's up to you to judge me whether I like it or not."

"...Dad, this author's new book is a fairy tale."

"..."

"fairy tale?"

"Yes, fairy tales... It may be because the author himself feels that the type of this new book is not suitable for previous readers, and he is afraid of affecting the reputation of previous works, so he opened a new account to write."

"...Dad, why don't we read another book, I heard that some science fiction novels are also good..."

"...You can control me! I read it and told it to my grandchildren."

"...Okay, okay...then take your time."

"In non-ink novels, it's called "The Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals""

Yu Mingzhi is helpless, sometimes when people are old, they are like children, and when they say they are angry, they are angry.

After chatting with my father for a few more words, the call ended.

……

On the other hand, the old man was indeed a little angry.

I have been waiting for this author's new book for a long time, and finally I am waiting for a fairy tale,
I can't blame other authors, after all, other authors have changed their trumpet to write,
It was Baba who leaned over and asked.

But now I asked, look, fairy tale novels are not very suitable for reading.

But don’t read it. After waiting for so long, I just waited for this author’s new book.
Without taking a look, I really can't let go of this breath in my heart, and I feel a little unwilling.

"...Help me open the non-ink novels and find a work called "The Shepherd Boy Searching for Immortals."

After taking a few breaths and holding back for a while, the old man still spoke to the nurse.

The nurse looked at the old man's appearance, a little strange.

Didn't you just chat with Mr. Yu about the author's new book?
This is the author's new book, right?
Isn't this the question, why is it still with this expression?

Strange as it is, the nurse followed the old man's words and downloaded a non-ink novel software on the old man's phone.
Then I opened it and found the "Shepherd Boy Seeking Immortals",
After reading the introduction, I probably understand why the old man has such an expression.

"...Uncle Yu, this novel is a fairy tale novel..."

"Can I not know?"

The old man said something angrily.

"oh oh……"

Seeing this, the nurse didn't say anything, just clicked on the book and switched to the novel reading mode.

Then pass the bluetooth headset to the old man.

The old man exhaled.

put on the earphones,

He wants to hear, the author who wrote "Seven Days of Hell",
What is it like to write a fairy tale?

"...Xinghua Village, after the crisp spring rain..."

"...The old sheep said that she still has to be busy grazing to grow more hair."

"...The scarecrow said that in that direction, it is a place where the villagers often go, and it should be a prosperous place."

"...The fat worm was frightened and ran out of the rich man's mouth in a hurry. Once he landed, he didn't know where he went."

"The shepherd boy rode the old cow and entered the kingdom of ants..."

Then, listening, the old man listened more and more silently,

The more you listen, the quieter you become.

Then he just stood like this, and then sat down, and he actually finished listening to the updated chapters of this fairy tale just like that.

He found,
He actually fell in love with this seemingly simple but not so simple fairy tale work.

　There should be another chapter or two in the afternoon.

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