Reborn Soft Rice King

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Returning the manuscript to Shi Jun, Fang Tian said: “Are you ready to publish it?”

Shi Jun nodded, said: “The copy has been sent to the publishing house, but there has been no movement until now, so I asked the publisher in the afternoon.”

“Cousin, come with me.” Shi Jun grabbed his hand.

Fang Tian thought about it, nodded.

The next goal may be to be a literary website. It ’s not bad to know about it in the past.

Tiantian Publishing House.

Editing office.

In front of a white desk, Shi Jun sat nervously in front of the editor.

Opposite him, sat a man wearing silver-rimmed glasses, about 30 years old, is the editor of this publishing house, named Bai Beiyuan.

Bai Beiyuan pushed his glasses, looked towards Shi Jun and asked, “Are you the author of” Harry Potter and Qitian Great Saint “?”

“Yes.” Shi Jun nodded: “Can my novel be published?”

“Of course it is possible to publish, just …” Bai Beiyuan’s face was a bit embarrassed, and Shi Jun explained the situation in detail.

Generally speaking, there are 3 ways to publish books.

First, the big writer does not need him to pay for various miscellaneous 7 and 8 publication fees when publishing books, and publishers will also vie for publication.

Obviously, Shi Jun is not a great writer and does not have this qualification.

That’s second, and publish it yourself.

Speaking of which, Shi Jun interrupted: “How much does it cost?”

Inquiring about his publishing requirements, Bai Beiyuan cracked and cracked on the computer and calculated an account.

The cost of publishing a book is really quite high, including the cost, editing and reviewing fees, proofreading fees, publishing fees, printing fees …

Listening to all kinds of fees, Shi Jun really wanted to shout out, put your lungs on it!

After calculating it, Bai Beiyuan pushed his glasses, looked up towards Shi Jun, and stretched out 7 fingers, saying: “Probably need this fee.”

Shi Jun said: “7000?”

Bai Beiyuan almost fainted, do you want the publishing house to drink northwest wind?

“No.” Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, “It is 70000!”

“7?” Shi Jun fainted, almost hitting the vase on the table.

The man explained: “This fee is already very fair. Your book needs more than 100 and 10000 words. At least this number is required. If you change it to other publishers, it may be more than ten or ten thousand.

70000 To publish a novel, let ’s not say that Shi Jun ca n’t get it out. Even if the money is enough, publishing a book at 70000 is like a gamble, a gamble.

Give it a go, the bike becomes a motorcycle. Gambling, Moto becomes Land Rover!

Is it really a gamble? Shi Jun struggled.

What if you lose? It ’s not a motorcycle that becomes a Land Rover, but a pig that becomes overnight!

What a sad story!

“Is there a third way to publish?” Shi Jun seized the last hope.

“En.” Bai Beiyuan nodded, said: “Publishing books, you can have no reputation and no money, as long as your book is very very good, pay attention, I mean, very very good, let the publishing house feel that your book is very good It has market value, even if you do n’t need to spend money, the publishing house will publish it for you. “

Hearing this Shi Jun stood up, pushed the manuscript in front of the man, and said, “My book is very good, and it will definitely sell well.”

Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, “I’ve read it, your book won’t work.”

“Why not?” Shi Jun was deeply hit.

Bai Beiyuan said: “The writing is not good, the expression is too simple and straightforward. There is no ideological connotation, either cultivation upgrade, or killing.”

Bai Beiyuan said, pushing the manuscript back, saying, “Your book is worth nothing.”

Cultural people are really good at speaking. You might as well just talk about garbage.

Shi Jun’s self-confidence was severely hit, and he took back his manuscript and turned to leave the editor’s office.

Fang Tian was waiting outside the office, all the conversations were heard, and Shi Jun walked out in despair, pats his shoulders. “Don’t be discouraged, maybe the next publisher will read your manuscript.”

Shi Jun said with a bitter smile: “I have returned the 101st time!”

101st rejections? Fang Tian is a little dizzy.

Shi Jun is sighed for a long time, unable to climb, unable to climb. What a sad story?

Fang Tian looked at him and said: “Don’t just stare at one or two publishing houses, try a few more. Finding a publishing house is like finding a wife. One doesn’t matter if you don’t look down on you, and one will always look at you. “

Isn’t that the case with Rowling, the author of Harry Potter?

Submissions have been submitted to many publishing houses, but all have been rejected.

In the end, a publishing house took a fancy to her manuscript, and since then, Rowling set foot on Peak!

Shi Jun nodded, and then ran many publishing houses in the city.

As a result, they were all the same and were rejected.

Some publishers said that they had read Shi Jun ’s novels. As a result, Shi Jun saw his book in the trash bin of the publisher.

This feels really shameful!

More than a dozen publishers have rejected the manuscript, plus the previous 101 times. Today, the number of manuscript rejections has reached 120 gloriously.

What does the number 120 think of? ambulance!

Shi Jun was so distressed that he couldn’t breathe and wanted to dial 120 to call an ambulance.

“B——B——” Just out of the publishing house, the pager bell in Shi Jun’s pocket rang twice.

Take a look out, the father called from home.

Immediately, Shi Jun ran to the phone booth on the roadside, looked at the number displayed on the pager, and dialed back.

The old father is in the countryside, farming in the countryside.

“Dad, what’s the matter?” Shi Jun called the other party’s phone and said to the microphone.

An old voice came over and said, “Son, how much money do you have, your younger sister is going to college, can you get some money to come over?”

When talking about money, Shi Jun had a headache. “Yes, yes. I think of a way … Dad, it’s expensive to stop talking.”

After the incoherent speech, Shi Jun bang hung up.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Shi Jun burst into flames, clenched the teeth, and ripped off the manuscript! “Write a dead end novel, go to your mother …”

After 2 years of hard work, day and night, more than 100 10000-word novels hand-written with a ballpoint pen were torn into bamboo shoots and scattered in the air …

He was powerless and sat on the ground in the phone booth.

Fang Tian holding 2 bottles of Coke in his hand, ran over and looked at the scene in front of him, suddenly froze!

The ground was full of shredded paper, and the novels that took so long to write turned into nothing.

Fang Tian stood beside him and said, “Are you really willing to give up?”

Shi Jun hit the ground with a fist and said, “I will never write again after I don’t write. I will go to the construction site to move the bricks from tomorrow.”

It seems that the cousin received a deep blow, and Fang Tian threw a bottle of Coke to him.

Picking up a sheet of paper on the ground and tearing off about one third, Fang Tian looked at it seriously.

In fact, is the novel written by Shi Jun very garbage? No, the contrary is very good.

The novels written by Shi Jun are the classic Small White articles written by the future great netizens!