"Song Ci, you can't be rude. ”

Li Shengnan couldn't see it, he said a little to his daughter, and smiled apologetically at Tong Jizhou.

Tong Jizhou waved his hand to signal that it was okay.

He sat up straight and said to Song Ci seriously:

"Well, is anyone really reading it?"

Song Ci's brows fell, and he said as if raising the bar:

"You're calling me not human?"

Tong Jizhou looked at her silently, and didn't mean to continue to grind his teeth and joke with her.

Song Ci is not used to his problems.

When he first taught him to imitate the popular online articles of later generations, he had already been vaccinated, and he broke up the possible problems of adaptation to the soil and water, and crumpled it and told him many times, he also promised to think clearly, and he would write it steadily, why did he repeat the same old tune?

Where is this?

If you want to write, don't have a glass heart, what's hypocritical!

This is not an online comment area that has been updated in real time, otherwise if he receives bad comments from readers, will he still cry and even break the eunuch?

T no, she's too lazy to coax.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Tong Jizhou was defeated, rubbed his face in frustration, and said in a heavy tone:

"Half a month ago, the newspaper received a manuscript, the subject matter is romance, but the writing characteristics of sprinkling dog blood are exactly the same as what you taught me.

Rejected manuscripts. ”

Tong Jizhou looked straight into Song Ci's eyes and said word by word.

Song Ci tilted his head, and then what?

It's not normal for newspapers to reject articles, and it's worth taking it out separately?

Tong Jizhou understood her eyes, shook his head slowly, and said in a heavy tone:

"My colleagues in the editorial office took it as a joke, and I still can't help but laugh about it.

It is said that now people's hearts are not ancient and the world is declining, it is a person who wants to be a writer, he dares to write if he recognizes two words, and he writes bullshit that does not understand white words, and he looks at it with spicy eyes, and it is a pure waste of pen and ink, so it is better to send a blank piece of paper, at least go to the toilet and wipe his butt cleanly. ”

Song Ci listened to his uninterrupted relay, and couldn't help but snort.

This is really a spicy and poisonous comment, worthy of being a cultural person who plays with a pen, and also has a down-to-earth market splash, which is very in line with the characteristics of the profession.

Tong Jizhou held his breath in his heart, and he didn't know who to tell appropriately, so he continued in a sullen tone:

Later, I heard that the manuscript had been submitted to several major newspapers and magazines, and even Xinhua Bookstore had received a letter of submission, in which it was unashamed to directly request publication, and the royalty had been raised by seven figures. ”

Song Ci snorted.

Seven digits, millions, a thousand or ten thousand?

"The manuscript was written by Brother Song Pan, right?"

Except for her, no one can do such a bloody thing, maybe more wonderful than what she wrote.

Li Shengnan, who was listening silently on the side, also sprayed, smiled at the two of them embarrassedly, and motioned for the two of you to talk, and she went to clean it up.

Tong Jizhou was so unserious that she made a mess, and his mood that had been depressed for several days also relaxed, and he suddenly returned to the simple state of mind that he had eaten and lived in Songjiazhuang and devoted himself to creation.

The corners of his mouth curled, he leaned back in his chair relaxedly, picked up the little one with one hand and sat beside him, and took out a bag of beef cubes from his pocket and stuffed it for her.

"How did you guess?"

Song Ci opened the small snack that was individually wrapped like a small candy, stuffed a rich beef grain into his mouth, squinted his eyes and slowly soaked his saliva with saliva, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Guess, she bragged that she was going to be a great writer. ”

Of course, Song Ci would not say that she already knew the secret of Song Pandi's rebirth, and it was too troublesome to explain.

Tong Jizhou didn't think too much, and his attention was not here, so he naturally ignored this topic that contained secrets, and then talked about it.

"You guessed it right, it was indeed her submission. I also read that manuscript, the quality is really not high, the story is not logical, the writing is poor, and the character design is a little thin and unreasonable.

But it's not just a question of the manuscript itself, it's a big issue of market acceptance. ”

Tong Jizhou took out another pack of hawthorn slices and gave it to her.

Inside is a small cylindrical shape that is packaged separately with wrapping paper, which is sold for eight cents in the supply and marketing cooperative, and there are about 20 pieces in it, which is very delicious.

Song Ci took it and hugged it, like a hamster in the grain, and his patience increased.

"I told you a long time ago that the popularity of our new theme is inherently different from traditional literature, and now submitting to a publishing house is basically asking for a dead end, and the audience is not looking for the right one. ”