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Her meaning has been clearly described, as one of the famous publishing houses in India, Red Deer Pocket Books Publishing Company naturally has high requirements for manuscripts. And a novice like Amirhui wants to get through the manuscript is undoubtedly the same as buying a lottery ticket, don't get your hopes up.

Amirhui said calmly: "I understand, now I want to contribute to your newspaper." ”

"I don't know what Mr.'s name and pen name are?" Seeing that he still didn't flinch, the front desk lady asked helplessly.

Amir Hui said lightly: "My name is Amir Hui, as for the pen name, as long as the book is negotiated, it is not a problem." ”

"Then I'll call and ask, but the editors in our editorial department are very busy and don't necessarily have time. If you don't have time, you can leave the manuscript first, and I'll give it to him later. The black-haired front desk lady nodded slightly.

Amir Hui looked at her and said solemnly: "I'm not in a hurry, I'll just wait here!" ”

Seeing this, the front desk lady didn't say a word, directly picked up the phone on the desktop, and announced the company's editor-in-chief in a serious manner.

Then politely asked him to sit on the sofa.

Although Amirhui looks young and seems to be a young man, with his excellent handsome appearance and mature temperament, this front desk lady is quite polite.

Amir Hui meditated.

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At this time, in the Red Deer Pocket Book Publishing Company, the editor-in-chief was constantly reviewing various manuscripts.

"Hell, what kind of stuff is written here, the words don't make sense, and the content is empty."

"What is this, I want to imitate the realism of Premchand, the king of novels, but I paint a cat according to a tiger, like a castle in the sky."

"Huh? This one, written at the beginning is okay, but it's obviously piling up rhetoric, and it can only be used to be self-defeating, and there is no spiritual failure at all, garbage! ”

"Oh, my Lord Shiva." Sitting in the boss's chair, a middle-aged man in a dark suit and gold wire glasses was cursing incessantly.

"It's been a really bad quarter, has it been bad luck this year? I couldn't find a manuscript that caught my eye. How am I going to explain it to the above?"

I read the beginnings of more than a dozen novels in a row, and in the end I was still full of disappointment.

This middle-aged man in a dark suit and gold-rimmed glasses is none other than Moncombe, the editor of Red Deer Pocket Books? Samba Shivan? Swaminathan.

His surname is very special because it is imitated by the West to give 2 names. One is similar to the Christian name, the other is the real name, "Moncombe" is the name of the village where the family originated, which belongs to the place name, "Samba Shiwan" is the patronymic, and "Swaminathan" is the real name.

As a member of the family, Swaminathan competed for Alexander, and his daily task in the company was to review the manuscript. As a well-known publishing house, Red Deer Pocket Books Publishing Company naturally has a set of management requirements, that is, it must hand over one or two best-selling works that can sell well in a quarter.

But this month is about to pass, and Swaminatan has not yet found a manuscript that can improve his performance, which is also the reason for his troubles at this time.

The weather in India was already hot, and in a hurry, sweat began to slide down Swaminathan's forehead and cheeks.

"Bell bell bell ~"

Just as he continued to review the manuscript he had submitted yesterday, the phone rang on his desk.

Swaminathan frowned, picked up the phone and sat up straight: "What's the matter?" ”

"Sir, there are people here to contribute."

"Who is it, and which writer is it?" Swaminathan said to the front desk lady full of surprise: "It's a good feeling that someone sent a pillow when I'm sleepy, let me guess who is the ・・・・・"

Before he finished speaking, the busy voice of the front desk lady came from the microphone: "He is not a writer from our publishing house, just a teenager." ”

"Uh・・・・・ oh." When Swaminathan heard the news, his excitement came to an abrupt end. I thought that a well-known writer would come to submit the manuscript, and maybe he could solve his own problem. But now when he heard that the other party was just a teenager, and it was likely to be a student, there was no surprise on his face for a moment.

"I see, let's see when I'm in the mood. But I don't have much hope, but I don't have much to see right now. Forget it, wait for my call. Swaminathan said irritably.

Swaminathan is one of Mumbai's most well-known editors in recent years, as he has unearthed many valuable works because of his unique vision. However, because of this, there are many people who contribute to him, and there are many people who want to win his favor and then publish a book and become famous, and climb to the sky in one step.

Swaminatan has reviewed the works of countless newcomers, and the images given to him are nothing new except for immaturity or immaturity. Therefore, for the newcomer's works mentioned at the front desk, he didn't give up hope at all.

Nowadays, if it weren't for some famous authors, Swaminathan generally wouldn't want to read them.

Old for half a day.

Amirhui, who had been waiting in the hall for a long time, was called by the front desk lady, and then came out of the old monk's meditative state, and his closed eyes lit up instantly.

After thanking him, he walked straight to the office location indicated by the front desk lady.

A few minutes later.

"Sit down, I heard that you are going to submit, is the book yours? If I hadn't gone now, I'd be fine. "Copyright awareness in India is still very high," Swaminatthan told Amirhui.

At the same time, he sat in the boss's chair and did not get up, and he disdained a very young person like Amirhui who was not a great writer.

He casually looked at Amirhui, and then looked away, a young man like this who didn't know the height of the sky, he had never seen ten thousand or eight thousand, and he really couldn't be interested in thinking of snakes.

"At least no one else in this world has." Amirhui squeezed out a smile and replied clearly: "All copyrights are there." ”

took over Amirhui's manuscript of hundreds of thousands of words.

Swaminatan casually glanced at it, and what greeted him was the 'Mercenary World'!

"Mercenaries? It seems to be in the Western fantasy style. When Swaminatan saw the big words on the title page, he immediately thought to himself.

In India, novels with realistic themes and social themes are very popular, and ancient Indian biographies and story novels are also very popular, especially for export, and many places in Western Europe and Asia are willing to accept them, and naturally, Western literature imported in India is also a popular category.

Swaminathan watched casually, and although he didn't have much hope, he would at least read the first chapter.

It's just that it's different from what he thinks. Swaminatan was not one of Amirhui's classmates, he was a seasoned editor who saw the uniqueness of the book at a glance and drew him in from the beginning.

India's languages are incredibly diverse, with more than 1,600 registered as 22 official languages recognized by the Constitution alone. English and Hindi are both the official languages of India. Due to the diversity of languages, Indian books are also published in many languages. "Unity in diversity" is the best way to sum up the Indian book publishing industry.

There are about 10,000 publishers in India today, and 60,000 titles are published annually in more than 20 languages, with the majority of books published in 18 languages. Book publishing in India is dominated by English-language books, and the development of English-language book publishers has also been more stable. The number of books published in English in India each year accounts for about 30% of the total number of books published each year, and the proportion of books in Hindi is slightly more than 30%.

Amir Hui's mercenary book is translated in Hindi, and it is also the only Hindi novel in his life.

As a chief reviewer, it is one of the basic skills to be able to read a variety of languages without barriers. So it still looks very relaxed.

"Well, I read it and think it's okay, what price do you want?" The clock ticked, and after a while, Swaminathan asked Amir Hui quietly.

In his opinion, this young man knows a fart, and it is estimated that the rules of the industry and the value of this novel are not clear. But you still have to ask.

"What do you think?" Amirhui's momentum rose in vain at this time.