Zhang Zian felt relieved when he received the message from Masanori Suzuhara.
He could figure out how difficult this matter was. The other company had no business in China, and the automatic dog washer was not a smart toilet seat or an electric rice cooker that could be carried back from Japan. Money was not a problem, but transportation and shipping costs were the big problem. If the company had not brought the automatic dog washer to China for the exhibition, he would not have been able to get a sample. Masanori Suzuhara had mentioned the details about the voltage. He had never traveled to Japan before, so he did not know that the standard voltage in Japan was different from that in China. It would be a tragedy if he plugged it into the socket.
After reaching an agreement, they only needed to talk about the details. The general principle was to try to get the deal done. After all, it was a seller's market. For example, he would have to pay for the transportation costs in China.
"Eeek!"
Pi poked its head out of the stairwell and gestured to him.
There were no customers in the shop. Lu Yiyun was painting, Wang Qian and Li Kun were playing with their phones, and the elfins were watching TV, playing, and napping. Zhang Zian followed Pi to the second floor.
"What's wrong, Pi?"
"Eeek!"
Pi pulled the hem of his sweater excitedly, then pointed to the living room, indicating that he should go and have a look.
The laptop on the desk was open, and the screen was the author's platform of Qidian. A new message was displayed in the center of the page. "Hello, author. Your work has been reviewed and has reached the standard of signing a contract. Please wait patiently for the contract editor to contact you. Please indicate the title of your book and the name of the author. "
At the end of the message, the QQ number of the editor was also given.
"Does this mean that your novel can be signed? That's great, Pi! I knew it! "Zhang Zian said excitedly.
Pi was also overjoyed. It jumped up and down indoors like a normal monkey, dancing and squeaking.
"It's not easy …" This was the second thing that Zhang Zian had experienced that day that was worth celebrating. He looked at the ecstatic Pi and felt deeply happy for it.
Since Pi started writing novels, it had woken up earlier than chickens and slept later than dogs. Every morning when Zhang Zian opened his eyes, he could vaguely see the fluorescent light of the computer screen coming from the direction of the desk. After everyone went to bed, he could occasionally hear the slight sound of flipping pages and scratching hair coming from the living room. Pi must have encountered a difficult plot problem and was struggling.
It would be fine if it was made up out of thin air. Just like the headlines of the media, the opening was a picture, and the content was all made up. But Pi was not like that. It did not copy the life in the pet shop exactly as it was in the novel. Instead, it had choices, trade-offs, and modifications. It carried out a secondary creation according to the principle of 70% real and 30% fake. It even adjusted the order of some things to better serve the plot. It would be easy to write a novel if it was copied verbatim, but then no one would read the novel, because it was not a novel but a diary.
Every morning, when the other elfins were eating, Pi was thinking about the plot; when the other elfins were playing, Pi was typing; when the other elfins were napping, Pi was looking up information in the nameless book. Until the dead of the night, Pi still did not rest. Even when it was lying in the hammock chair to rest, if it suddenly thought of a good plot, it would immediately get up and briefly record it in the document in case it forgot it the next day.
The more diligent Pi was, the more worried Zhang Zian was that its hard work and diligence would not be rewarded. Now that Pi had received the signing message, it meant that it beat the other eight elfins and became the 1 out of 9. How could Zhang Zian not be happy?
"Eeek?"
Pi pointed at the QQ number at the end of the message to express its confusion. For these small questions, Pi preferred to ask Zhang Zian directly, which was more direct and faster, instead of wasting time reading the nameless book.
"Oh, this is an instant messaging tool. You need to contact and communicate with the editor through this. Come, let me teach you how to use it. "
He sat next to Pi and explained how to use QQ to add friends and chat with Pi.
Pi learned quickly. It entered the QQ number of the editor and clicked to add friends.
After a while, a bald monk's friend icon appeared in the QQ contact list.
Pi typed in the QQ chat box: Hello, editor, I am the author of Pet King, please take care of me.
It was the first time that Pi had used QQ to chat with someone, and it was a stranger, so the wording was very cautious. After clicking send, it asked Zhang Zian with a squeak, "Will he find out that I am a monkey?"
"No." Zhang Zian laughed. "How can he find out through the network cable? There used to be a popular saying on the Internet: You never know whether the person sitting across the computer is a human or a dog. Of course, you never know whether it is a human or a monkey … What's wrong, Pi? Are you worried that people will find out that you are a monkey? "
"Eeek!"
Pi typed: If people find out, it will be very troublesome, right?
"That's true." Zhang Zian admitted that if people knew that this novel was written by a monkey, it would probably cause big news.
After a while, the bald monk sent a smiling emoji.
"Eeek?"
Pi scratched its head in confusion. It didn't understand what the emoji meant.
Zhang Zian explained, "This means that he knows, Pi. Don't worry, I heard that every editor is very busy with hundreds of authors. You just have to focus on writing your book. "
Pi nodded, and looked at QQ again to make sure that the other party was not talking, then minimized the QQ interface.
"By the way, Pi, how many favorites do you have now?" Zhang Zian asked. The number of favorites meant how many people were reading Pi's novel.
Pi's mood suddenly became low. It opened the work management of the website for him to see.
Zhang Zian only took one look, and his originally happy mood also fell to the bottom.
Favorites: 27
As proof, the comment section was empty. There was not a single comment.
Zhang Zian couldn't think of any useful words to comfort Pi, so he patted it on the back to show encouragement. In the past, he had seen on the Wang Haige Forum that other people had 40 favorites when they wrote 50,000 words. He had thought that Pi had more than 40 favorites when it had written that many words. In the end, reality had slapped him in the face.
According to the instructions of the website, he helped Pi fill in the contract with his ID.
Now he needed to go out and print and mail the contract.
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