There are a total of thirteen little Shennong, who have tried the poison one by one, but they haven't read all of them, because time does not allow, and each person has read about twenty or thirty thousand words.

Do you know what the situation was in the end?

Guo Yongkun took the book back, and a bunch of little rabbits were addicted to it and didn't want to give it.

One of them almost didn't cry urgently, saying big brother, I don't want the money, can you let me read it?

Then Guo Yongkun has a number in his heart.

Uncle Hao has only read a few novels, and he lives upstairs and downstairs, and he has never seen him have this hobby.

When a person in a cultural circle like him reviews a book, his vision must be a little tricky, and he tends to be more literary and artistic between the lines, so Guo Yongkun's version of "Zhu Xian" is indeed not qualified.

But these little hairy heads are different, they have read countless novels, seeking plot attraction and spiritual pleasure.

It is more in line with the reading preferences of the broad masses of people.

So that's right, from them, Guo Yongkun regained his self-confidence and was full of enthusiasm.

In the evening, he touched Hao's house again.

Hao Jinjin was watching the news with the big guy at the door, and was dragged into the house by him, but he was a little uncomfortable.

"Oh Xiaokun, if you have something, just say it, don't hide in the house......"

Guo Yongkun is also quite helpless, mainly worried about the neighbors chewing their tongues, a group of uncles and aunts can't do anything else, and the three of them are invincible.

After all, in the public perception these days, it is okay for ordinary people to write diaries to cultivate their sentiments, but if they try to write novels to make money...... That's not serious than a second-rate son!

"It's just about the novel, Uncle Hao, can you help contact the publishing house?"

"What's that?"

Hao Jinjin was stunned when he heard this, and his hands were stretched out, wanting to touch his head.

"I said Xiao Kun, don't blame Uncle for speaking straight, your book ...... What else do you want to publish?"

If he wanted to change to noon, Guo Yongkun must have been hit by him, but at this moment, a group of little Shennong gave him infinite confidence, and nodded vigorously: "That's right." ”

"Oh, this ......"

Hao Jinjin's eyes were erratic, this is not his own child, and he must not be offended, otherwise he would have been scolded a long time ago.

Why doesn't this kid have any points in his heart?

"Uncle Hao, you can help contact us, and I'll solve the rest by myself. ”

Hao Jinjin scratched his head with a little distress, and after a long time, he said: "Xiao Kun, the procedure is not like this, there are standards for publishing, if you are a well-known writer, don't say it, the key is ...... You don't have a reputation at all, and you want to publish your first book......

"I'll tell you the truth, even if you take the manuscript, they won't necessarily read it. ”

Guo Yongkun frowned, this seems to be not unreasonable, because he knows very well that this is a society that values fame and fortune, and it is full of colored glasses.

"What about the right procedure?"

"It should be done step by step, if you really want to make achievements in writing, you need to take it step by step, the standard of publication is very high, the threshold for newspaper serialization is relatively low, you can try to contribute to them first, and accumulate some fame. ”

"Newspaper serialization?"

Guo Yongkun rolled his eyes, thinking that Nima could make a few bucks.

Although he doesn't know much about the standard of this kind of manuscript fee in these years, even if he writes well, it is estimated that it will only look like three or five yuan per thousand words, and it will be slow and leisurely, and there will only be one manuscript fee for one serial issue.

It's too slow to make money like this.

His original idea was to directly find a publishing house to cooperate with the publisher, so that the other party should pay part of the copyright fee at one time, which can solve the urgent need.

Then if a family sells well, there will inevitably be other families in the outer area to come to the door, and in the long run, it will be a lot of income in this year.

At least he knows that just this year, there was a literary giant in my country who died immortal, and before he died, he donated all the manuscript fees of 250,000 yuan to establish the Contradiction Literature Award.

So publishing is still a bit of a head.

Hao Jinjin saw that he was a little unhappy, to be honest, he felt a little like swearing, but who made him Xiaomei's son or the guy he saw big since he was a child?

"Xiao Kun, you have to really have confidence in your book, in fact, this matter is not contradictory, and after it is serialized in the newspaper, the probability of the publishing house will naturally be high.

"Uncle has a few acquaintances at Hedong Daily, let me help you contact them, and you can bring the manuscript over to try it. ”

Although this was not the result Guo Yongkun wanted, he understood that Uncle Hao had done his best, and after nodding, he still expressed his gratitude.

……

Early the next morning.

Guo Yongkun took the black book and went straight to the Hedong Publishing House.

Yes, the publishing house!

He still wanted to give it a go.

Although Uncle Hao's suggestion is pertinent, it does not mean that he will adopt it.

The biggest difference between speculators and ordinary people is ...... They don't know how to take it step by step and don't care about it.

However, reality has taught Guo Yongkun a lesson.

"You wrote this?"

In an office filled with the fragrance of ink and books, a middle-aged man who did not smile asked without looking at the black book after opening the black book and looking at it twice.

Guo Yongkun was overjoyed, guessing that the other party probably took a fancy to it, otherwise why did he ask like this?

Smiled and replied, "Yes." ”

"Bullshit!"

“……”

"Young man, I still admire your courage, you dare to rush to our side with this kind of junior high school student essay, but do you have any misunderstanding of the three words of the publishing house?"

was mercilessly mocked.

Reality tells Guo Yongkun that in this era of extremely solidified thinking, if you want to be a maverick, you can only stand on your own, and if you want to do things within the framework of others, you can only conform to their old-fashioned thinking.

The editor of the Hedong Publishing House did not read his book at all, but only glanced at it, and sentenced him to death on the basis of the writing alone.

It is enough to see that Uncle Hao still has a face.

To be honest, the moment he walked out of the door of the publishing house, Guo Yongkun wanted to throw the book in his hand into the trash can next to him.

But the hard work of a Spring Festival made him a little reluctant after all.

Hedong Newspaper Compound.

The moment Guo Yongkun stepped here, the first purpose in his mind was no longer money, but to vent his anger for his favorite novel.

Or to put it more ...... I want to fight some kind of rotten thoughts!

He is sure that the people will like this book, which is the biggest source of confidence in his heart.

Coming here, it was a lot more courteous than just now in the publishing house, Uncle Hao's old face finally had some effect, and Hou Chen, an associate editor in the fiction section of the newspaper, was responsible for receiving him.

"You're Xiao Guo?"

In the office, the notebook was in front of him, but he was in no hurry to flip through it.

He was a fair-handed young man, in his early thirties, with thin cheeks and iron-rimmed glasses.

Although he was smiling, he didn't give Guo Yongkun a good sense, it was the kind of appearance that looked fake.

"Yes. ”

"How did you come up with the idea of writing a novel? One of the editors of our newspaper is an old friend of your Uncle Hao, and he told me that you seem to have a decent job?"

What Guo Yongkun is thinking at the moment is, are you investigating the household registration or reviewing the manuscript?

"There's nothing special about it, I just like it. ”

"Well, the reason is compelling. Hou Chen smiled and began to flip through the book.

Guo Yongkun has been paying attention to the changes in his expression, seeing that he frowned at first, then slowly stretched, and then obviously a little surprised, or surprised.

I have to sigh that young people are young people, and professional ones are professional.

If you think about it, as a fiction editor, the other party must know this market very well.

"It's very different, it's not the traditional background of the rivers and lakes, it introduces the concept of immortals, demons and Buddhism, it's a bit interesting, it's just that the text is too white, and it would be better if it could be refined. ”

While watching, Hou Chen commented a few words from time to time.

Whether Guo Yongkun likes him or not, it must be admitted that this person has a bit of vision and level.

After reading about twenty or thirty thousand words, he raised his head and said with a smile, "You can sign it." ”

Guo Yongkun was overjoyed, and was just about to thank him, but he didn't know that the other party had finished speaking......

"But it's not good to put a daily newspaper, just put it on the evening newspaper, and serialize it once a week. ”

Nima, so no matter how good the content is, it's useless, and you have to get it?

If he is serialized once a week, then he will finish serializing 1.5 million words, and I'm afraid it will take several years!

"Can't be serialized every day?"

"Comrade Xiao Guo, the space is limited, there are already several novels being serialized, and it is already very good to be able to draw a version for you in a week. ”

"Okay. Guo Yongkun nodded, and in the other party's disbelieving expression, he got up and took back the notebook.

"Thank you and goodbye. ”

Obviously, he didn't serve anymore.

Looking at his back, Hou Chen squinted slightly.

The heart said that the young man didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to cherish the opportunity, who did he think he was, and he had to hold it with everyone?

Then you can't complain about him, even if Editor-in-Chief Wang asks, he has a reason.

……

Holding back his breath in his heart, not vomiting or unhappy, there is naturally more than one newspaper in the city, on the contrary, as a provincial capital, there are really many newspapers of all sizes.

Guo Yongkun deliberately found a small newsstand, and after carefully searching and analyzing it for a while, he finally fixed his eyes on a publication-"Xia Kelin".

This is an old publication.,It's not clear what year it was issued.,I remember when I was a child, there were a few copies at home.,I don't know how many times I masturbated before and after.。

If Shenhai has "Story Meeting", then Hedong has "Chivalry Forest".

It's a pity that it is not as strong as "Story Club", and it seems to have been closed for a long time during the turbulent period, and now it has regained its freedom, but it has lost its former glory.

If it weren't for that, Guo Yongkun would have returned to the city for more than a year, and he wouldn't have met him in the newsstand today.

I spent four cents and bought a copy, and since it was a semi-monthly magazine, it was quite thick, so I squatted on the curb outside the newsstand and flipped through it.

In addition to a small number of chivalrous novels, a large number of poems, prose miscellaneous, and appreciation of foreign literary stories are also mixed in......

If that's the case, then it's time to change the name of this publication, what is it called "Chivalry Forest", and it is more appropriate to call it a hodgepodge.

"Alas......"

sighed faintly, which made him, an old bookworm, suddenly sigh - martial arts are dead.