Xu Zhi took the rejected manuscript and accompanied the depressed Wu Peng downstairs.

"My manuscript was rejected, what are you doing with such an expression?" Xu Zhi asked.

Wu Peng shrugged his shoulders and said: "You write so well, Ming Pao doesn't want it, it's really unreasonable!"

Xu Zhi smiled: "I don't have the surname Kang, of course it is impossible for people to accept my manuscript directly." ”

Wu Peng asked, "What Kang?"

"It's nothing, it's just a joke, but what the person said just now also makes some sense, there are millions of people in Xiangjiang, and anyone will come to contribute, I'm afraid no matter how many people don't have time to review it!" Xu Zhi said with a smile: "And most of the novels are relatively stable, a good quality article is estimated to be written for two or three years, and there are few pages in the newspaper, and there are many famous writers under Ming Pao, and it is normal for them not to give them a chance!"

"It's just unwilling, if you can make it, you will be a great writer!" Wu Peng sighed: "Then do we have to go and see a few others?"

Xu Zhi replied: "Anyway, it's already here, so let's go and have a look!"

In the 70s, Hong Kong was at its most prosperous, with 70 large and small newspaper publishers owning more than 500 different newspapers and periodicals, and more than 2 million newspapers were found every day. Among them, located in the prime of Central include Ming Pao, Ta Kung Pao, Oriental Daily, Sing Tao Daily and so on.

The Causeway Bay in Xiangjiang is extremely prosperous, but the area is not very large, even if you walk, half a day is enough to walk anywhere.

............

When I returned to Kowloon, it was already dark, and the family had already had dinner.

My sister Xu Yaxin was watching TV on the sofa, and when she saw Xu Zhi coming back, she immediately jumped down happily and asked, "Dazhi, have you become a great writer?"

Xu Zhi was embarrassed for a while, as early as a few days ago, he boasted in front of his sister that he was about to become a writer, but now he has achieved nothing. Throughout the afternoon, he and Wu Peng went to several major newspapers, and the answers they got were similar: they were not qualified enough, and they couldn't even meet the editor-in-chief.

Instead, the reception staff of the Oriental Daily politely asked him to leave the manuscript there, but until he received a positive answer, he did not dare to put the only manuscript on someone else's territory, and if it was thrown away or lost, he would have nowhere to cry.

Seeing that her son didn't speak, her mother Wang Hua said: "Dazhi, it's okay, don't be discouraged if you are rejected, even Xiaoxin said that you wrote well, and there will definitely be other opportunities in the future." The meal is already on the table, hurry up and eat something. ”

"Yes. Xu Zhi nodded, hurriedly ran to the dining table and ate a big bite, after running for a day in the afternoon, he was already hungry.

Xu Yaxin was obviously not satisfied with Xu Zhi's silence, and sat at the table chattering and asking, and Xu Zhi briefly said what happened.

Xu Hongbang walked over from the sofa and said, "In the past few days, I see that you are either delivering goods to me or writing by yourself every day, which is also very hard, so you will do your own thing in the future!"

Xu Zhi asked, "Where is the store?"

Xu Hongbang replied: "Don't worry, can't you still drive without you, didn't we come over differently when you went to school before?"

"But..."

Xu Hongbang shook his arm: "Your mother and I have been making seafood all my life, this line of work is too hard, you had no other way but to follow us before." It's rare that you have any interest now, and your sister says that you write well, of course I have to support it as a father!"

"Then I'll accompany you to buy goods in the morning, I'll stay at home during the day!" Xu Zhi thought for a while. He didn't want to say no, even though it was a bit hard to be a dad. But the long-term tossing of seafood made him exhausted, and he had to delay the rest time after writing a novel. As a result, not only are people tired, but the speed of writing books is also very slow, and for half a month, I only barely wrote 100,000 words when I copied the book with my eyes closed. At this rate, it will take half a year to write millions of words.

Xu Hongbang said again: "Okay, don't say it, you write it out first, nothing can be done overnight, people don't accept your manuscript because they are afraid that you will give up halfway, there will always be a chance after writing!"

"Okay!" Xu Zhi was no longer hypocritical, nodded and agreed, he really needed more time, not only to write novels, but also to go out to find some resource information.

After dinner, Xu Zhi and his family watched TV in the living room, according to today's understanding of the newspaper industry, a newcomer like him does not want to explain that it is almost impossible to publish a novel in a second-tier newspaper and periodical, and the only way is to find that kind of small newspaper and publish it first to attract some fame.

But where is the tabloid office in Xiangjiang?

More importantly, there is no guarantee for the cooperation of tabloids, and even if a good novel is not recommended by enough resources, it may be difficult to become famous.

Just like the later Harry Potter, although it is a good novel, although the quality itself is okay, if it is not copied by the publishing consortium behind it, it is impossible to form a huge industrial chain with an output value of more than tens of billions of dollars.

If Kunlun is published in a tabloid office, even if he can become famous in the future, it is not in line with Xu Zhi's requirements to not get benefits now.

"Brother, why don't you watch TV?" Seeing Xu Zhi lying on the sofa looking at the ceiling in a daze, Xu Yaxin asked curiously.

Xu Zhidao: "It's okay, think about something." ”

Xu Yaxin said: "Don't you like to watch this TV? Don't you like Fa Ge very much?"

In 77 years, the four heavenly kings of Xiangjiang in later generations have not yet risen, and the most popular on the TV screen at this moment are Zheng Shaoqiu and Fa Ge and others.

Xu Zhi smiled: "It's just that I've seen it before, but now I feel a little bored!"

Different from the era of the information explosion in later generations, the only companies that can produce TV dramas in Xiangjiang are TVB and Li's, and the funds are not as good as the major film and television groups in the mainland in later generations. Xiangjiang people don't have many choices in front of the TV, and many times a TV series has been replayed countless times.

Fortunately, people in this era are not picky eaters, after the premiere, it was less than 24 hours, and the replay in the afternoon of the next day, there was still a group of people watching it with relish.

But for Xu Zhi, all this is torment, although he often turned on the TV in his previous life, he was basically either scrolling through Douyin or reading novels.

On TV at the moment, it is Dajiang Nanbei starring Fa Ge, Sister Zhi, and Uncle Da, which premiered last year, according to Xu Zhi's memory, this TV has been played at least 5 times, but at this moment the family is still watching it with great interest.

After the TV entered the commercial, Xu Yaxin suddenly asked, "Brother, can I bring your novel to school?"

Xu Zhidao: "What are you doing with a school?"

Xu Yaxin said: "I told my classmates that you can write novels, and they write very well, but they didn't believe it, I said a few more words to them, and I said that I wanted to show them!"

"Yes, but if you want to take it, you have to copy it yourself!" Xu Zhi thought about it, anyway, there was nothing to lose, let his sister take it to school, maybe he could also gain some fame. But she can't take the manuscript with her.

"Ahh

Xu Zhi smiled: "There is only one manuscript, if you lose it, it will be over!"

"Okay, then I'll go now. After speaking, regardless of the TV series in front of her, Xu Yaxin immediately jumped up and ran to the study.

"The voice is light, downstairs is going to scream again!" Wang Hua immediately shouted.