Chapter 34

Around the count of Monte Cristo, there is a quiet storm brewing in the publishing world of Elroy.

The reviewer, Pran Garcia, is in a frenzied debate. He hasn't had a good day since he decided to quit his job and co publish count of Monte Cristo with Harvey Adrian.

While the Garcia family were eating, the narrow living room was filled with the acrid language of women.

"My God, you must be crazy. How can you do that! Take away all the savings of our family, what are we going to eat tomorrow? Do you want our family to become beggars? Oh, how extravagant it is to have a piece of white bread only when a kind man gives alms! Pulan, you've quit your job at the press. Do you want us to support you as a man? " His mother, Mrs. Greenock, has said that more than once.

And his sister soon joined the battlefield to bombard him in language: "that is, there is still a part of my dowry in these savings. I can't believe who will take a woman without dowry. They will laugh at us. Garcia's family are poor! Don't do that. For the sake of being your sister, I've never even said a heavy word to you. Now I beg you not to use your family's savings to publish a novel that others don't like. It's stupid. "

"Mother and my dear sister, of course I know what I'm doing, I just need some time to prove myself." Pran rubbed his eyebrows and said nothing. He had to admit that if the count of Monte Cristo went wrong, as the two women said, the whole family would sleep in the street. But don't they know who is supporting this big family now? His father has disabled legs and can't work. His sister fantasizes about getting involved with those noble children all day. It is said that she was lucky to be seen by a noble child when she was watching a play a few days ago. After having a bit of fun, she brought back a bunch of grapes the next day to show off, although grapes are really expensive fruits, Her behavior is too blind and stupid.

As for his mother, who is an ordinary woman, she likes to nag when she has nothing to do.

Since prawn decided to help Harvey publish count of Monte Cristo at his own expense, he has temporarily lost everything, including the publishing house that he was proud of. When Leonard Publishing House learned of his resignation and the news of the novel of count of Monte Cristo, it was no accident that he announced his behavior to the whole publishing world, No publishing company is willing to hire a reviewer to persuade novelists to publish at their own expense.

He has no way out, but his family can only see the immediate interests of his difficult decision to sneer.

Pulan sighed silently and looked at his father on the dinner table. He drank the vegetable soup slowly with a spoon. His face was old, and his once wise eyes became turbid and dim. There were only two of them in the family who could read. Before his accident, his father was a scholar and knew the importance of knowledge, He was very grateful to his father for all his savings for his college education.

He once showed the count of Monte Cristo to his father. On that day, he only saw his father studying the novel, and then told him to let go.

After dinner, he left with his briefcase and a list of all the rich people in Elroy who are interested in literature. Most of them were written to him by motley. He has to go door to door looking for investment, and then he needs to negotiate the distribution of interests.

His family's urging made him feel a little impatient, but he didn't regret this seemingly rash decision.

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In the pub on the same street as Leonard's, motley is talking to Belloc Leonard, the manager of Leonard's publishing house. Belloc is wearing a black suit and a high hat, and his arrogance is incompatible with the surrounding messy environment.

Beilock sat beside motley and said: "motley, the times are different. Your old and conservative ways are no longer suitable for this era. Literature is not something that can not be profaned. On the contrary, it should be known by all people, whether they are humble beggars or noble nobles."

Motley took a drink from his beer glass and sighed silently: "if it's just like this, of course I agree. Literature has no distinction, but you just regard literature as a commodity."

"This is the inevitable result of the development of the times. If there is no interest, who is willing to pursue those boring words? At that time, my father also knew this, so that I would inherit Leonard publishing instead of your original partner. In fact, I did a good job."

"I don't think it's very good, especially in dealing with the novel the count of Monte Cristo."

Beiluoke disdains to sneer: "this is very fair, it may be a good novel, a good commodity, but it's a pity to encounter a bad time. Did you encourage Garcia to go it alone? The poor guy didn't even see the situation clearly. No matter how good a novel is, without readers, words will be meaningless. Without the support of Leonard press, this novel, even if published, can only serve as a cushion for the table, because no one will see it. "

"Time will tell."

"Oh, I don't need that result. Why do we have to make a difference? I'm going to visit the author myself. As long as he agrees to postpone the publication, Leonard publishing will certainly treat him well."

Beilock got down from the high chair and helped his black gentleman hat out of the noisy pub.

Still drinking, motley shook his head and whispered to himself, "a dignified novelist will not accept handouts from others. You have to understand that."

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"Stupid ideas, or the times will naturally eliminate you these pedantic species."

Out of the tavern, Beilock glanced at the tavern behind him, and his eyes showed disdain. He could not understand the ideas of people like motley. In today's era, only by packaging literature as a commodity can we get the best development. Because of this idea, Leonard publishing house has become the leader of Elroy's publishing industry, and Beilock is proud of it.

Novelist? What's the difference between these people and the workers working in textile factories. The textiles made by the workers can be made into clothes to wear on the body, so that people will not starve to death in winter. The works created by novelists may be praised for their interest, but without novels, people's lives will not be affected at all.