Wang gradually took the information and looked at it, frowned and asked, "If there is no publishing house to take a fancy to it, what should I do?"

The old man cleaned up the table and said, "Then you can only publish the book at your own expense, but you should not be able to afford it." ”

Wang gradually touched his pocket, and sensibly did not ask how much it cost to publish the book at his own expense.

He just took his manuscript, glanced at the materials on the table, and nodded slowly.

It's a matter of success or failure.

If it fails, it means that the web novel is not adapted to the United States.

The novel in your head, let's keep it for your own amusement.

So, he wrote down the addresses and methods of several large publishing houses.

Prepare to make a copy of the synopsis of the story and the first tens of thousands of words of the novel printed out today tomorrow, and try them one by one.

And the old man also cleaned up the room where no one lived, and used it as Wang Yan's bedroom tonight.

In this way, Wang gradually spent the quietest night since crossing over.

There were no gunshots, no shouts, no smell of leaves, no alcohol.

All of this made him feel extremely comfortable.

When Wang gradually got up the next morning, he already felt that the fatigue of the past few days of busy tossing and turning manuscripts had been swept away.

After eating a sandwich and a glass of milk prepared by the old man, he put the manuscript and the synopsis of the story he had prepared into a bag and said goodbye to the old man.

Then he went to the post office and bought a stack of envelopes and a full page of stamps.

Fortunately, Wang gradually lives in New York, where most publishing houses have branches where they can receive manuscripts and use them for review.

Otherwise, it's just postage, and you have to feel sorry for him.

Then, Wang gradually went to the copy shop again, and after some bargaining, he made eight copies of the printed things.

He put the photocopied manuscript in an envelope and affixed a postage stamp.

Then, write down the addresses one by one.

And just like that, I stuffed it all into the mailbox.

Alright, wait for the response.

Wang gradually thought that he hoped that there would be a good result, otherwise he would really have to follow the El, use the mixed money to pay the rent, and survive the days of community labor.

And just like that, he returned to his apartment in the Bronx full of hope.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw two black guys sitting on the sofa, staring at the door expectantly.

When they saw that it was Wang gradually who came to the door, the two of them rushed up with a "whoosh".

"Hey, bro, is that story of yours finished?" asked a black man.

"yes, yes, I'll take it out when I'm done, and we'll see. Another black man also said anxiously.

Wang gradually was taken aback at first, and when he calmed down, he realized that these two people were the first two to read the manuscript.

"Uh, no, I didn't continue writing. Wang gradually remembered that the old man had told him not to let people read the manuscript as much as possible before publication.

So, I lied.

"Alas, why don't you write it? The protagonist has just been looked down upon by several second-level magicians, but the protagonist is already a third-level magician. A black guy lamented: "It's just looking good, it's broken, what's the matter?" ”

"Yes, yes. Another black man said, "I didn't even have the energy to do things with the girl yesterday, just thinking about what happened next." ”

Then the two looked at Wang Yan together, "Write quickly!"

Wang was gradually panicked by the burning eyes of the two, and quickly picked up the comic of "Aquaman" from the table and handed it over.

"It's also interesting to look at this first. ”

The two of them took the comics, flipped through them a few times, and then threw them back on the table.

"What, it's not pretty. With this kung fu, we might as well go to the party, I heard that there are high-end goods there. ”

The two glanced at each other, stood up stupidly, and said to Wang Yan: "Don't go out and hang around, write a good story at home." ”

Then, shaking their heads and sighing, the two walked out of the apartment and went to the party.

Wang gradually looked at the backs of the two, and always felt that this picture had such a strong sense of déjà vu.

Shaking his head vigorously, he didn't think much about it, and hurriedly went back to the room to take out his documents, ready to go and get the food coupon.

Now I don't have a regular income, and I spent a lot of money on submission, so I can save it.

After receiving the food vouchers for the month at the place where the food coupons were distributed, Wang gradually went to the store to buy a lot of food.

He returned to the apartment with his food, and repeatedly warned himself that he could not spend any more money, that he really would not be able to pay the rent.

Then, Wang gradually began to wait, while looking for a job, but could not find it, to participate in community labor.

Looking for a job again, I can't find it, and I participate in the process of community labor.

Three days later.

Wang gradually looked at the postman in the distance, his eyes were empty, and he muttered, "Not yet..."

In the past three days, his emotions have changed from full of anticipation to self-comfort.

Even at this moment, Wang gradually felt that even the news of the rejection was better than no news.

But at this moment, in Manhattan, New York, in Random House Publishing House, a young editor named Tom was holding Wang Yan's submission and was rushing to the office of the editor-in-chief, Jack Sr.

"Editor-in-chief, this manuscript is very interesting. He handed the manuscript to the editor-in-chief and continued: "Although the writing is immature and the story is absurd, it has a lot of potential. ”

"If it works well, it's going to be a bestseller novel. ”

"Let me talk to the author, shall I?" he said, expectantly.

A middle-aged white man with a serious face picked up the manuscript, motioned for the slightly excited young man to sit down, and then read it.

Ten minutes later, he threw the manuscript over and said, "Rejection!"

He said angrily: "This is also a book, magic or something is not reliable enough, and eating corn is the most powerful?"

"Is it true that people nowadays don't have any literary literacy? Literature is noble and rich in connotation, what is this?"

"But—" Tom was about to say something, but looking at Old Jack's serious expression, he swallowed what he wanted to say again.

"Yes, I'll just go back. ”

With that, he shook his head and walked out of the editor-in-chief's office.

Old Jack looked at the young man's back and said, "Young man, there is still a lack of experience. I still have to sharpen it. ”

This kind of thing happened at the same time in several other famous publishing houses in New York.

The only difference is whether or not a young editor like Tom can recommend it.

On the Wang side, after waiting for five days, he finally received the first reply from the publisher.

Suppressing his excitement, he returned to his bedroom with the reply.

After taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the envelope.

I saw that it was written on the letterhead: I am very sorry, but your manuscript does not meet the requirements of this publishing house for publication. Please submit your manuscript again after making corrections. Thank you for your trust.

Signed by: Haber Press.

Wang gradually looked at the letter paper, his eyes were empty, and his heart was mixed.