Chapter 28

After listening to bellock's words, Pulan's hands and feet were cold. Of course, he knew the rules of these conventions, but at least he retained his respect and love for literary works. He followed the refined aristocracy, sought the balance of interpersonal relationship, and used it to measure the value of a literary work. His measurement of the value of a literary work does not lie in the excellence of the work itself, but in the influence of the author himself.

The advantage of this approach is that it's easy and won't cause the trouble of discrediting the Leonards. That's enough. There's no safer and better way.

If belock chooses to stand on the side of the works of a man of noble birth, the better the count of Monte Cristo is as a literary work, the more troublesome it will be to deal with it. If the two works appear together in the reader's field of vision, people with a little literary literacy can judge whether it is good or bad. At that time, it is the author of wild rose and Leonard publishing house itself that are embarrassed.

So the best way to deal with it is to refrigerate the count of Monte Cristo and wait for a few months for people's impression of this solicitation activity to fade. At that time, even if someone exclaimed that the quality of count of Monte Cristo was higher than that of wild rose, it would not cause any waves.

Pulan left beiluoer's office in a muddle, and knew from beiluoer's decisive words that this matter was irreparable. Yes, how could the value of a literary work be comparable to that of a person with noble status? Pulan was not a nobleman or a businessman, and could clearly calculate the proportion of interests in it.

He was not reconciled, because "count of Monte Cristo" made him experience the feeling he had never experienced before, and awakened his love for literature. During this period, he was even too excited to sleep because he had to come to collect the manuscript the next day. The damned plot was really attractive.

Back in the office, he sat down upset and closed his eyes. He thought of motley Evelyn, the most experienced reviewer among them, who had been despised by him before. Did he have a similar choice.

We must take one of the utilitarianism and love for literature and give up the other.

"If we discuss with Mr. Adrian, we may realize what Mr. Leonard said. No. Mr. Adrian will not agree." Planck put his finger deep into his hair and thought hard to find a solution. Is it true that he wants to refrigerate the count of Monte Cristo for a period of time?

This seems to be the right choice at the moment.

The question is whether Harvey will accept this request. Pran thinks of his calm look when talking with Harvey. He looks down on Harvey's identity and almost misses this wonderful novel. What's his attitude? Harvey never even pleads for the excellence of his work. If motley didn't intervene in this matter, he might have returned his contribution.

He is a man of integrity and dignity.

Pran was convinced that Harvey might have participated in the solicitation for the prize, but on the other hand, Pran was sure that Harvey would not give in to Leonard's publishing house for the sake of a little profit.

Pran felt that he might be facing the most difficult choice in his life.

In the evening, the open office of Leonard's publishing house is quiet. The wine colored setting sun is sprinkled on the white paper on the desk through the glass. Only a few people are still working on the messy open office paper, which is quiet and sacred.

Pran sat at his desk, staring at the bloody setting sun, still unable to find any way to solve the problem.

He left Leonard press and found a bar at the end of the same street. He didn't like the environment of the bar very much, especially in the evening, which is usually the time when the workers get off work. When the workers who come out of the factory and build the railway take off their shirts, the smell of sweat will expand to the whole space, These lower classes can only numb their despair of future life with alcohol.

Pran thinks that he is an intellectual, which is essentially different from these lower class people. He has to come to the bar, where there are people he is looking for.

Motley Evelyn.

Pushing the door in, he saw motley sitting in front of the wooden bar, holding a vodka with ice in his hand, silent and thinking.

"Martin, please. Thank you." Pran sat down next to motley and called to the bartender. The atmosphere remained silent until the wine he ordered came up and was stifled.

"Mr. Evelyn, which work do you think will win the Leonard prize?"

Motley picked up the glass and shook it. The ice was mixed with the wine. Because the light was shining, the color was more transparent. He didn't even turn his head to look at Pulan's light. He said: "count of Monte Cristo has the most feedback from readers, and it's also highly praised by our reviewers."

"Yes, but as you know, Mr. Leonard doesn't intend to refer to these opinions. I can't convince him and I don't have the confidence to convince Mr. Adrian, so I want to ask for your help." Pulan was so distressed that he took another glass of wine and drank it down. The cold alcohol fell into the stomach bag and turned into a fire, but it couldn't burn his hesitation.

"Garcia, do you know how reviewers worked in the old days?"

"No, no one ever mentioned it to me."

"Now you can listen carefully. At least when I was just a reviewer, the reviewer didn't belong to any publishing house. The reviewer was a free man. At that time, the reviewer was a bridge between the novelist and the publisher. He needed to judge the value of his works, find a suitable publisher, and discuss the distribution of interests."

"I still remember the first time I followed my teacher to a novelist's residence. At that time, there were publishers and many professional reciters. We came to a room full of books together. The contents of the books read by the reciters were about sex. I can't believe they're wearing white gloves and reciting those vulgar words with holy faces. Even the most vulgar novels would be respected at that time. It's true that the life of reviewers now is much better than that at that time, but the reviewers at that time had one more chance than those who are now in captivity. " "We were hunters at that time, but now we are hounds," motley recalls

"I don't know what you mean," said Pran, shaking his head in confusion

Motley looked at him slightly and said, "this is an opportunity. The choice is up to you. Publishers have the choice of publishers, novelists have the choice of novelists, and then you have to choose one of them. Hounds have no vision to judge the value of their prey, because their action depends on the hunter. Even if the bloodthirsty beast is in front of them, they will rush to fight. On the contrary, hunters can choose to advance and retreat, and the corresponding hunters also need to judge their prey and their ability to survive in danger. Garcia, do you want to be a hound or a hunter? "

Another round of questioning, the two talked about the end, motley face frustrated, gave a business card to Pulan, written on the address and contact information of a small publishing house, the senior reviewer is willing to push Garcia once.