Back to modern times, Her Majesty the Queen and I are both laid off

Chapter 102 I’m all up to you [two-in-one]

In the afternoon, Lin Luo looked at the more than [-]-word manuscript in the memo on his mobile phone and was unable to complain. Even he, who had been an eunuch for more than ten years and was used to reading scripture articles, felt his eyes hurt, let alone modern readers.

Jiang Li sat next to him expressionlessly, "Have you finished reading? Let me know when you're done."

"Don't worry, I'll vote for you now."

Lin Luo sent the draft of the memo to his QQ, logged into QQ on his computer, exported the draft, and made it into a document.

Then I opened a screenshot - I found it in the post bar in the afternoon, which contains the email information of each editor.

"Let me see who the blame falls on."

"Should we give the book a title?"

"You don't have to...I mean you can get up now. It won't be too late when you get the book out at the starting point."

In fact, you still have to write it. Not only do you have to include the title of the book, but you also usually have to pay for an outline. But that is for others, the Emperor's book...

Regardless of whether you can afford it or not, the result will be the same. Anyway, the final result is that you will be beaten back, so you should not waste those brain cells for the time being.

As for which editor was responsible for the disaster, Lin Luo was really not sure. I remember when he was writing the book, each group at Qidian was responsible for their own special topics. Now every group covers all channels.

But looking at the posts in the Tieba, it seems that the group of friends have been catching someone causing trouble.

It is said that this editor reviews manuscripts quickly and can sometimes respond within ten minutes.

So he chose to follow the footsteps of his barmates.

[Dear, a newbie submitted, I hope the editor can take a look at it, thank you very much. 】

Attach a paragraph, drop the manuscript into the mailbox opposite, and you're done.

Jiang Li turned to look at him, "Why do you have to be so humble?"

"What does it mean to be humble? What does it mean to have a good attitude? Besides, who am I doing it for?"

"Even if it's for me. With my book, you don't have to do this."

"Do you think others have to beg you to sign a contract?"

"Ah."

And the face, eh.

"Now that I have voted, what should I do?"

"Do nothing, just wait, wait for this editor to reply to you. This editor reviews the manuscript very quickly, maybe ten minutes, maybe a few hours. Just wait patiently for the reply from the other person."

Lin Luo said it was a reply, but Jiang Li had automatically added two words at the end - signing, waiting for the other party to reply and sign.

She was full of confidence and knew that her book would definitely be signed. Although she was not good at writing stories, when it came to writing and using words, she could beat a hundred authors in modern society.

When the time comes, as long as the editor takes a look at it, he will definitely be shocked.

He hurriedly begged himself to sign a contract.

The two sat side by side on the sofa and waited patiently for a long time. The editor there, who was already shocked, sent a reply, "I'm really sorry for you. We are a novel website. We don't have a chronicle history book like yours." Received."

Jiang Li was completely stunned, "?"

I was confidently waiting for the other party to ask me to sign a contract. It was fine if I didn't ask for it. Actually, I didn't even sign a contract. Instead, I was waiting for such a reply.

Even looking at this meaning, it seems to mean that the books she wrote are not even novels.
Jiang Li felt something click and break in his heart.

She stretched out her hand and tapped the screen. She was very emotional and said in a loud voice: "What does he mean? What is a chronicle history book? When did I write a chronicle history book!"

Lin Luo tried to comfort her, "I know you are excited, but please don't get excited yet. You see, the person on the other end of the page addressed you with your honorific, which shows that they are amazed by your book. I admire you, but it’s just your content.”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Li suddenly turned his head and said angrily: "Do you also think that what I wrote is a chronicle history book?"

"No, no, I don't think so."

Lin Luo definitely didn't think so. This is not a chronicle history book. This is clearly a biography.

Of course, saying it is a biography is not very appropriate. At first glance, it does look like a history book, but it is not right to insist that it is a history book.

At least there are descriptions of scenery and dialogue between characters, which can be considered a bit of a plot.

This kind of novel, let's call it a novel, Lin Luo knew early on that he would definitely not be able to sign a contract. What kind of thing could he sign?

But I really didn’t expect it to be classified into the category of history books by the editor.

"Actually, the opening chapter you wrote is so instructive. At first glance, it makes people feel like they are reading The Chronicles of the Emperor. Not only that, but even the content is filled with long paragraphs of classical Chinese, both rhyming and antithetical. Yes, I wish I could write four or six parallel prose, it’s so terrible, you don’t have to do this, really.”

Jiang Li bit his lower lip, his expression full of grief and anger but also confusion, and a little aggrieved in the confusion: "But when I write and read like this, it makes people feel happy and eloquent, isn't it good?"

Damn it, what I said to you last night was all in vain... Lin Luo wanted to question her, but looking at her aggrieved and confused look, she swallowed her words.

Thinking about it carefully, it was not a problem of ability or lack of understanding that made her write such a good novel, but it was because of her failure to change her concept for a while.

After all, when she was in Daqi, she didn't even read a storybook, and she was exposed to memorials all day long.

That memorial letter contains thousands of words, and the words are gorgeous and beautiful. It can be regarded as an article.

In modern times, although she read modern novels, she read them from the perspective of reading articles. Therefore, not only did she not learn anything, but she felt that the other party's writing was poor, which only increased her self-confidence.

When writing, I also write in the same way as an article.

So it became like this.

Lin Luo put aside his thoughts and said slowly: "If it is an article, then of course it is okay for you to write like this, but what you wrote is a novel, not an article.

Novels are about telling stories, and all you have to do is tell the story well and make it attractive.Writing style is secondary, as long as the sentences are smooth and can be understood, it is enough. If you pursue neat diction and a grand and gorgeous writing style, wouldn't you be putting the cart before the horse? "

"In the final analysis, you still don't understand what a novel is. How much do you know about novels? Do you know the three elements of a novel?"

"...What three elements?"

"Character Plot Environment."

"Aren't these all in my novels?"

"You have the characters, you have the environment, but where is your plot or plot?"

"." Jiang Li did not answer any more, but showed a thoughtful expression. Seeing this, Lin Luo felt inexplicably relieved, feeling that she must have realized something.

However, after Jiang Li thought for a while, he said, "I also have the plot. Could it be that this editor has no vision? How about changing to another editor and trying it inward?"

"."

Yes, I still don’t understand it, or I still don’t accept the reality that I am a deadbeat.

"There's no need to go to such trouble. It's better to find readers than to find editors. In this way, let's send your manuscript to the fan group, let them take a look, and see what your fans say."

Lin Luo clicked with the mouse: "If they think your book is good, then we can find other editors to submit it internally, or publish the book directly. What do you think?"

"Say it, I want to see what they say." Jiang Li regained his confidence. There are now more than 300 people in the group, so there must be someone who knows the stuff.

After the document was sent to the group, Lin Luo raised his hand and tapped on the keyboard, "I'll show you something good. Don't say I don't take care of you."

The group immediately became excited, "Holy shit, is this document what I thought it was?"

"Okay, okay, management finally figured it out." "You have a bright future, wait until I find a place where no one is around to taste it carefully."

Seeing Lin Luo posting his article to the group and adding such a misleading sentence, which made the group boil, Jiang Li felt disgusted and sometimes he really wanted to disband the group.

The management of the group is a scumbag, and few of the people active in the group are serious. They spend all day yelling about driving, and the emoticons they post are all pornographic.

It’s really a nest of snakes and rats, working together in treacherous ways.

I clearly built a fan base, why did it become a gathering place for obscene things?
Jiang Li was a little puzzled, but she could see that it wasn't that all these people were obscene, but they had different ideas. They didn't think it was obscene, or in her opinion, it was obscene. It's just ordinary in people's eyes.

She was thinking about it, but soon she was not allowed to think about it anymore, because the first person to read it came back,

"I've taken off my pants, why don't you show me this on horseback?"

With the first one comes the second one, "Brothers, don't click. This is a scam. I have all the paper ready. If I click on it, I will be confused."

"You went in happily, but you actually showed me a history book?"

The national first-level protected waste was banned by the group owner for one hour.

Seeing someone who said it was a history book, Jiang Li took out his phone and got a ban package. After banning him, he felt that it was wrong. Does banning him like this mean that I am narrow-minded?
Someone in the group was already helping to correct the injustice, "Did Jiang Jiang's hand slip? Why did he ban the person? He was right. It is indeed a history book."

Cao, the thief, was banned by the group leader for one hour.

Now someone started to ask questions. The reason for this ban is so weird. It seems that the word "history book" is the triggering mechanism?
Some people tried to type out that this is a history book and a ban package.

Now everyone in the group can see that the history books are indeed the trigger mechanism, but this mechanism is really puzzling.
Jiang Li calmed down and untied those who had been banned one by one with a straight face.

National first-level protected waste: "Hey, figured it out? By the way, Jiang Jiang, why did you ban me? Is what I said wrong? Why don't you go and see for yourself? It's really a history book."

"..."

The corners of Jiang Li's eyes twitched, and he suppressed the urge to suppress the other person, typing in the group and asking: "What do you think of this novel?"

"Is this a novel?"

"I really didn't notice it if you didn't tell me."

"Is it possible that Jiang Jiang is telling a joke?"

"But the joke seems a bit cold."

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Normally Jiang Li didn't talk much in the group, so it was hard for him to get involved. People in the group were very considerate, and they kept talking to each other and sending messages one after another.

Lin Luo turned his head to look at her, but saw Jiang Limo with a sullen face, looking down at his phone quietly with no expression.

"Ahem." He coughed, cleared his throat and said, "No one is perfect. Everyone has their own things they are good at and things they are not good at. As the saying goes, a ruler is short and an inch is strong. There is no need to worry about it, right?"

"Okay, stop looking. A bunch of people are just playing tricks there. What's there to see?"

As she spoke, Lin Luo stretched out her hand to pinch her phone and pulled it back a little. Seeing that Jiang Li had no reaction, she increased her strength and pulled the phone out, then turned off the screen and put it aside.

"Besides, you now know that what you wrote is not a novel, which is not a bad thing. In this way, at least your ideas can be changed, and the novel and article will not be confused. The rest."

Jiang Li had been listening silently, and then he suddenly spoke in a low tone: "I have been writing this for a long time."

"what?"

"I wrote for a long time last night, and I didn't go to sleep until my fingers were sore. I also wrote for a long time today, and some of my fingers seemed to have lost consciousness. But I never imagined that this would be the result."

Lin Luo didn't know how to comfort her for a moment. She just felt that her expression and tone made her look like a poor autistic child.

In fairy tales, it means that the Taoist heart is broken, as broken as scum.

"Here, let me press and rub it for you. This will help you feel better."

As he spoke, he grabbed Jiang Li's right hand, supported her wrist with the other hand, pinched her knuckles with his thumb and index finger, rotated and massaged.

Jiang Li wanted to take his hand out at first, but seeing that Lin Luo seemed to sincerely want to help her relieve the pain through massage, he stopped making any move.He just watched quietly and let him hold his hand and rub it.

The room became quiet, and neither of them spoke anymore. Lin Luo pressed her hand, and she could clearly feel that the joints of her fingers were somewhat stiff.

"I really admire your spirit. Writing a book actually makes your joints stiff. Don't you know how to take a break while writing? Don't you understand the principle of combining work and rest? I have never seen you work so hard when reviewing memorials before. , I know how to be busy for a while, hold a pastry and take a few bites, but now I am still working hard to write a crappy book."

Listening to him scolding him there, Jiang Li was speechless. Instead, he felt something rising in his heart that was beyond words.

After a while, she pursed her lips and said, "You are very skilled in your techniques. You have laid hands on many women, right?"

Lin Luo was startled, then raised his head and smiled, "You suddenly asked that. Are you jealous?"

Facing his smiling face, Jiang Li subconsciously looked away, "How jealous am I?"

"Then what do you mean by asking?"

"I just feel that a dirty person like you would prefer to touch people's hands in the name of laying hands on others."

"So you think I'm touching your hand now?"

It was more than just touching, touching and rubbing. Jiang Li did not say anything, but asked instead: "Isn't it true?"

"Then you didn't let me touch you? I didn't see you resisting, but you actually enjoyed it."

Hearing this, Jiang Li immediately wanted to take his hand out as a sign of resistance. Lin Luo increased his strength to prevent her from breaking away, "It's almost over, you know you're resisting. Okay, okay, you don't enjoy it. Am I enjoying it?"

It's really enjoyable, it's delicate, white, cool, soft, and feels as comfortable as nephrite.

After pressing all five slender fingers, Lin Luo began to rub and press the back of his hand again, and at the same time said:

"Actually, I have never laid hands on anyone. I am not the King of the Sea here. When I was in Daqi, I was the Governor, the ancestor in the palace. Who dares to ask me to lay hands on him, but people often do it to me. , you’ll learn it the more you press it.”

After that, he waited for a while, raised his head and said, "Don't you ask?"

"what?"

"The one who laid hands on me was a eunuch or a palace maid."

"Is she a palace maid or a eunuch?"

Lin Luo shook his head: "You can't say it. If you say it, you will definitely be jealous."

palace maid
The answer automatically popped up in Jiang Li's head, and then she was stunned, and then realized that he seemed to be really jealous when he said this and matched it with the answer that came to her mind.

Got hooked on this bitch.

After pinching her wrist and shaking it a few times, Lin Luo let go of her hand, raised her head and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"Ah."

Jiang Li responded, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Teach me how to write novels."

"You know now that you want me to teach you? You didn't do that last night."

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted: "I'm letting you touch your hand."

The second half of Lin Luo's words was suddenly stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, but before he could say what he wanted to say, Jiang Li spoke up again, glaring at him and saying, "You still touched her for so long."

"...I teach, and I didn't say I wouldn't teach."

(End of this chapter)