After returning the manuscript to Shi Jun, Fang Tian asked, "Are you going to publish it?"
Shi Jun nodded and said, "I have already sent a copy of the manuscript to the publisher, but there has been no news until now. I will go to the publisher in the afternoon and ask."
"Cousin, come with me." Shi Jun grabbed his hand and said.
Fang Tian thought for a moment and nodded.
His next goal might be a literature website. It would be good to go and find out.
Everyday Publishing.
Editor's office.
In front of a white desk, Shi Jun nervously sat in front of the editor.
In front of him sat a man wearing silver-rimmed glasses. He was in his thirties and was the editor of the publishing house. His name was Bai Beiyuan.
Bai Beiyuan pushed his glasses and looked at Shi Jun and asked, "You are the author of Harry Potter and the Great Sage Equal to Heaven?"
"Yes." Shi Jun nodded, "May I ask if my novel can be published?"
"Of course it can be published, but …" Bai Beiyuan's face was a bit awkward as he explained the situation to Shi Jun in detail.
Generally speaking, there were three ways to publish a book.
First, a big author didn't need to pay any publishing fees and publishers would fight to publish the book for him.
Obviously, Shi Jun wasn't a big author and didn't have the qualifications.
Then the second way was to pay for the publication.
Speaking until here, Shi Jun interrupted, "How much does it cost?"
Bai Beiyuan asked him about his publishing requirements. Then, he typed away on the computer and did some calculations.
The cost of publishing a book was really quite high. There was the cost of counting, editing, proofreading, publishing, printing …
Hearing all kinds of fees, Shi Jun really wanted to shout, F * ck you!
After calculating, Bai Beiyuan pushed his glasses and looked at Shi Jun. He stretched out seven fingers and said, "It will cost about this much."
Shi Jun said, "Seven thousand?"
Bai Beiyuan almost fainted. Do you want the publishing house to go bankrupt?
"No." Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, "It's seventy thousand!"
"Seventy, seventy thousand?" Shi Jun fainted and almost hit his head on the vase on the table.
The man explained, "This cost is already very reasonable. Your book has more than one million words and it will cost at least this much. If it was another publishing house, it might cost more than a hundred thousand."
Seventy thousand to publish a novel. Not to mention that Shi Jun couldn't afford it, even if he had the money, publishing a book for seventy thousand was like a gamble, a huge gamble.
Take a gamble, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle. Take a gamble, a motorcycle becomes a Land Rover!
Did he really have to take a gamble? Shi Jun struggled in his heart.
What if he lost? Not to be a motorcycle to Land Rover, but to be a pig overnight!
What a sad story that is!
"Is there a third way to publish it?" Shi Jun grasped onto his last ray of hope.
???????? ?? Bai Beiyuan nodded and said, "Publishing a book can be done without fame or money, as long as your book is very, very good. Pay attention, I said very, very good. Let the publishing house feel that your book has market value. Even if you don't spend money, the publishing house will still publish it."
Hearing this, Shi Jun stood up and pushed the manuscript in front of the man. He said, "My book is very good. It will definitely sell well."
Bai Beiyuan shook his head and said, "I've already read it. Your book is not good."
"Why not?" Shi Jun was deeply affected.
Bai Beiyuan said, "The writing is not good. The words are too simple and straightforward. There is no ideological content. It's either cultivation or killing. "
Bai Beiyuan pushed the manuscript back and said, "Your book is not worth a single cent."
A cultured person's words are really good. Why don't you just say it's trash?
Shi Jun's confidence was severely damaged. He took back his manuscript and turned to leave the editor's office.
Fang Tian was waiting outside the office. He heard the conversation inside. When he saw Shi Jun walk out dejectedly, he patted Shi Jun's shoulder. "Don't be discouraged. Maybe the next publishing house will take a liking to your manuscript."
Shi Jun smiled bitterly. "This is my 101st rejection!"
The 101st rejection? Fang Tian felt a bit dizzy.
Shi Jun let out a long sigh. His entire body was powerless, and he couldn't even get up. What a sad story!
Fang Tian looked at him and said, "Don't just target one or two publishers. Try a few more. Finding a publisher is like finding a wife. It doesn't matter if one doesn't like you. There will always be one who will. "
Wasn't Rowling, the author of Harry Potter, just like that?
She submitted her manuscript to many publishers, but it was all rejected.
In the end, a publisher took a liking to her manuscript. From then on, Rowling stepped onto the peak of her life!
Shi Jun nodded. After that, he went to many publishing houses in the city.
In the end, the results were the same. They were all rejected.
Some publishers said that they had read Shi Jun's novel. In the end, Shi Jun saw his book in the publisher's trash can. He didn't even flip through it before throwing it into the trash can.
This feeling was really shameful!
More than ten publishers had rejected his manuscript. Adding to the previous 101 rejections, the number of rejections had now reached 120.
What did the number 120 remind him of? Ambulance!
Shi Jun was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to call 120 for an ambulance.
"B — — B — —" Just as he walked out of the publishing house, Shi Jun's pager in his pocket rang twice.
He took it out and saw that it was from his father.
Immediately, Shi Jun ran to a phone booth by the roadside. He looked at the number displayed on the pager and dialed back.
His father was in the countryside, farming in the countryside.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Shi Jun dialed the other party's number and spoke into the receiver.
An old voice sounded, "Son, how much money do you have? Your sister is about to go to university. Can you transfer some money over?"
Speaking of money gave him a headache. Shi Jun choked as he said, "Yes, yes. I'll think of something … Dad, the phone bill is too expensive. I'm hanging up. "
After he finished speaking incoherently, Shi Jun hung up the phone with a bang.
Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Shi Jun was infuriated. He clenched his teeth and tore the manuscript! "Writing a novel is a dead end. F * * k you …"
Two years of hard work, days and nights, a novel of more than a million words that he had personally written with a ballpoint pen, was torn into pieces and scattered in the air …
He felt weak all over as he sat on the ground of the phone booth.
Fang Tian ran over with two bottles of Coke in his hands. When he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned!
The ground was littered with shredded paper. The novel that he had spent so much time writing was reduced to nothing.
Fang Tian stood beside him and said, "Are you really willing to give up?"
Shi Jun punched the ground and said, "I'm not writing anymore. I'm not writing anymore. From tomorrow onwards, I'll go to the construction site to move bricks."
It seemed like his cousin had received a deep blow. Fang Tian threw a bottle of Coke to him.
He picked up a page on the ground and tore off about a third of it. Fang Tian looked at it seriously.
Actually, was Shi Jun's novel trash? No, it was actually very good.
Shi Jun's novel was a classic novel written by the future web novel gods!
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