Chapter 940

Return the manuscript to Shi Jun, Fang Tiandao: "are you going to publish it?"

Shi Jun nodded and said, "the copy has been sent to the publishing house, but there is no movement until now. In the afternoon, go to the publishing house to ask."

"Cousin, come with me." Shi Jun holds his hand.

Fang Tian thought about it and nodded.

Maybe the next goal is to be a literature website. It's good to know about it in the past.

Tiantian press.

Editorial office.

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

Opposite him sat a man in silver rimmed glasses, about thirty years old, the editor of this publishing house, named Bai Beiyuan.

Bai Beiyuan pushes his glasses, looks at Shi Jun and asks, "are you the author of Harry Potter and the great sage?"

"Yes." Shi Jun nodded, "may I have my novel published?"

"Publishing is OK, of course, but..." Bai Beiyuan's face was a little embarrassed. He explained the situation to Shi Jun in detail.

Generally speaking, there are three ways to publish books.

First, when a great writer publishes a book, he doesn't need to pay for all kinds of miscellaneous publishing fees, and the publishing house will strive to publish it for him.

Obviously, Shi Jun is not a great writer and has no such qualification.

That's the second one. Pay for it.

Said here, stone Jun interrupted: "how much do you need?"

Asked about his publishing requirements, then, Bai Beiyuan in the computer, crackling and slapping a time, calculated a sum of account.

It costs a lot to publish a book. It costs a lot in number, editing, proofreading, publishing, printing

Listen to all kinds of fees, Shijun really want to shout a word, top your lungs!

Finally, Bai Beiyuan pushed his glasses, looked up at Shi Jun, held out seven fingers and said, "it's about the cost."

"Seven thousand?" said Shi Jun

Bai Beiyuan almost fainted. Do you want the press to drink xibeifeng?

"No." Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, "it's 70000!"

"Seven, seventy thousand?" Shijun fainted and almost hit the vase on the table.

The man explained: "the cost is quite reasonable. You need at least one million words for your book. It may cost more than 100000 for other publishers."

70000 published a novel, not to mention that Shi Jun could not take it out. Even if he raised enough money, 70000 published a book like a gamble, a gamble.

A fight, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle. A bet, a motorcycle becomes a Land Rover!

Do you really want to bet? Shi Jun struggles in his heart.

What if you lose? It's not a motorcycle to a Land Rover, it's a pig overnight!

What a sad story that is!

"Is there a third way to publish?" Shi Jun seizes the last hope.

"Well." Bai Beiyuan nodded and said, "you can publish a book without fame or money. As long as your book is very, very good, please note that I mean it is very, very good, so that the publishing house will feel that your book has market value at a glance. Even if you don't need to spend money, the publishing house will publish it for you."

Hearing this, Shi Jun stood up, pushed the manuscript to the man and said, "my book is very good. It will sell well."

Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, "I've read your book. It's not good."

"Why not?" Shijun was hit hard.

Bai Beiyuan said: "writing is not good. The expression is too simple and straightforward. There is no ideological connotation, either cultivation and upgrading, or fighting and killing. "

Bai Beiyuan said, pushing the manuscript back, saying, "your book is not worth a cent."

Cultural people are really good at speaking. You might as well talk rubbish directly.

Shi Jun's self-confidence has been severely hit. He takes back his manuscript and turns away from the editor's office.

Fang Tian is waiting outside the office. All the conversations inside are heard. He looks at Shi Jun and walks out dejectedly and pats him on the shoulder. "Don't lose heart. Maybe the next publishing society will look up to your manuscript."

"I have already returned the manuscript for the 101st time!" said Shi Jun with a wry smile

The 101st rejection? It's a little dizzy.

Shi Jun sighed a long time. He was too weak to climb. What a sad story?

Fang Tian looked at him and said, "don't just look at one or two publishers, try more. Looking for a publishing house is like looking for a daughter-in-law. It doesn't matter if one can't see you. There will always be one who will see you. "

Isn't that what Rowling, the author of Harry Potter, is like?

He has contributed to many publishing houses and has been rejected.

Finally, a publishing house saw her manuscript. From then on, Rowling set foot on the peak of her life!

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

As a result, it turned out to be the same. It was all rejected.Some publishers say that they have read Shi Jun's novels. As a result, Shi Jun has seen his own books in the trash can of the publishing house. Even if he hasn't read them, he has left the trash can behind.

What a shame!

More than ten publishing houses have returned their manuscripts, plus the previous 101 times. Now, the number of returned manuscripts has reached 120 glorious times.

What does the number 120 think of? ambulance!

Shi Jun was so distressed that he couldn't breathe that he wanted to call 120 for an ambulance.

"B-B -" just walked out of the publishing house, the pager in Shi Jun's pocket rang twice.

Take it out. It's my father who called.

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

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

"Dad, what's up?" Shi Jun dials the other side's phone and points it at the microphone.

An old voice came and said, "son, how much money do you have there? My sister is going to college. Can you make some money?"

Said money headache, stone Jun voice stem pharynx way: "have, have.". Let me find a way Dad, it's too expensive to talk. "

Incoherent finish saying, stone Jun Bang hang up the phone.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Shi Jun was furious. He bit his teeth and began to tear it off! "Writing a novel is a dead end. Go to your mother..."

Two years of hard work, day and night, with ballpoint pen hand written out more than one million characters of novels, torn into pieces, floating in the air

He was limp and sat on the floor of the phone booth.

With two bottles of coke in his hand, Fang Tian ran over and looked at the scene. He was stunned!

The ground is full of shredded paper, so the novels that took so long to write are gone.

The day stood beside him and said, "are you really willing to give up?"

Stone Jun a fist hit in the ground, said: "do not write after never write, starting tomorrow, to move bricks to the construction site."

It seems that my cousin has been hit hard. He will be given a bottle of coke.

Pick up a piece of paper on the ground, tear off about a third, and look at it carefully.

Is the novel written by Shi Jun really rubbish? No, on the contrary, it's very good.

The novels written by Shi Jun are the classic little white writings written by the great God of the future!