What you wrote is too realistic at present, and there is no room for imagination for today's readers, who wants to see their own daily life? It can't be sold. ”

  Zhou Mi waved her hand, "This kind of theme, you'd better write it after another ten years, if you have to write a chronological text, you might as well write about the theme of the Republic of China or the 5060s." But I'll tell you the truth, this genre is still very unpopular now, you can scan the list yourself and see what themes are on the list. ”

  Zhou Jiaojiao was deeply shocked: "Then I still continue to write old books?" ”

  "Until you have a stable income for a new book, don't stop your old tree. I read the data of your book last night, it sells very well, the abuse is appropriate, the readers are sticky, and the follow-up is very good. You're only a million words, aren't you? You try to expand the side story. Aren't many readers upset for the second man? You write a separate story for the second male. ”

  "Then I can write as a new writer."

  Zhou Mi waved her hand: "No, you just continue to write, listen to me, that's right." In this way, you can preview it today, and I will help you see how the reader's comments will be when the time comes. If it's good, you listen to me. ”

  Zhou Jiaojiao sighed.

  Zhou Yulong brought out a few fruits for Zhou Mi's sisters and brothers, and blamed Zhou Jiaojiao and said: "You kid, why don't you know how to be polite, and you don't know how to take something out to entertain when your friends come!" ”

  Zhou Jiaojiao scratched her head, before Zhou Peng patted the door, she was thinking about the plot of the new book, and she was so happy to see Zhou Mi that she forgot it for a while, and stuck out her tongue, "I must remember next time!" ”

  Everyone laughed.

  Zhou Yulong persuaded his daughter: "Jiaojiao, don't make your own decisions, Mimi is the owner of the website, she knows best what types of books are good to sell and what types of books can't be sold, you listen to her right." ”

  Zhou Jiaojiao scratched her head: "But I still want to give it a try." Everyone has seen too much of the domineering president's spoiled wife, maybe they also want to see if they don't spare their daily lives? After all, everyone is an ordinary person, and life is not all based on imagination. ”

  "In this way, Mimi, my old books will be updated, and the new books will be updated by a thousand, do you think it's okay? I really want to try the documentary genre, like the "Bosom Friend" we watched earlier. ”

  Zhou Mi used Zhou Jiaojiao's computer to log in to the background of the website, and counted the number of books in various categories

  Maybe give it a try.

  Zhou Mi made a decision: "Okay, then you give it a try, write 10,000 words and apply for a contract, I will give you a guarantee for all themes, 15 yuan for 1,000 words, and the first word will give you money." But if the grades are not good, I will cut the article at any time, can you accept it? ”

  Zhou Jiaojiao scratched her head: "You don't have to give me the guarantee in the urn, I want this book to test the waters, if you can sell it, you will get money, and if you can't sell it, if you can't sell it, I will fail to try, there is no reason for you to lose money." ”

  Zhou Mi didn't force it: "Okay, then you can write, but the old book is still the point." ”

  The two chatted about some interesting things in school, and Zhou Mi and Zhou Peng walked home slowly.

  On the way, I met Luo Yapo.

  Luo Yapo called out to her: "Sister Zhou, come here!" ”

  Zhou Mi hesitated for a moment before going over: "Boss, what are you looking for me?" ”

  "Is Ah Song really dead?" Luo Yapo lowered her voice, "If Ah Song is really dead, what will your aunt do?" ”

  Zhou Mi couldn't hear her intentions for a while, and frowned.

  "My nephew is twenty years old this year, he works as a technician in the factory, he has three or four thousand a month, and he is also very handsome, not much different from Ah Songbi, I think he is a good match for your aunt——"

  Zhou Mi interrupted: "If Brother Asong is really dead, knowing that you pry him into the corner like this, he will definitely come to trouble you at night!" ”

  Zhou Peng snorted heavily: "You don't have to worry about my aunt's affairs!" Eight Po!! ”