"Crackling ......"

"Hoo ......"

The sound of keyboard tapping died down,

The beginning of today's 'lust' chapter is written here,

Looking at the full content on the codeword software, Ji Zhuo nodded with satisfaction,

Then he exhaled a long breath.

In the past few days, Ji Zhuo feels that his mastery of English vocabulary seems to have increased a lot.

At least it is written that you need to search for relevant words, and the frequency of finding more suitable words is much less.

What this brings is that the speed of Ji Humble code words has increased a lot.

Today, I wrote about 10,000 more words, and the English words are about seven or eight thousand.

According to this progress, Ji Zhuo felt that he should be able to finish writing this book of 'Darkness Chen Cang' within more than 20 days of the scheduled time.

Begin to repair the plank road.

However, now the second chapter of the book "The Seven Sins" has begun to be written.

Shouldn't I also consider the issue of submitting a new book?

Needless to say, the nature of the plank road in the Ming Dynasty is either to send non-ink or to start reading the net.

So which publishing house should I vote for this "Seven Sins"?

Looking for a small foreign publishing house to submit?

And then what happened to "Caged Bird" this time?

When the time comes, the publisher will do everything to push a book......

It seems good to find a big publishing house.

Is it my contribution that I can pass?

For the foreign publishing market,

Completely new author, then ...... Serious subject works.

Ji Zhuo feels that with these two points, most publishing houses can kill his new book without reading it.

Don't be embarrassed when the time comes, 'the dog author's new book has been submitted to multiple publishers in a row, and it has been rejected miserably'.

All I can say is......

Big publishers have the benefits of big publishers, and small publishers have the benefits of small publishers.

Ji Zhuo thought about it,

I fumbled with the phone next to me, turned off the computer, got up and walked outside the house.

It's dark now, and Ji Zhuo, who has been hungry for a day, should also eat.

And then...... Ji Zhuo heard the door of the living room knock.

"Huh?"

"Mr. Ji, all the way to logistics, the goods you delivered have arrived."

What is there to make logistics not use express delivery to describe the goods,

Ji Zhuo fell into deep thought, and then opened the door,

I saw four logistics guys standing outside the door, and on their sides were a stack of large cardboard boxes that were encapsulated.

The books that Delvin Press sent in weren't that fast,

This is naturally the 1,000 copies of "Caged Birds" shipped by Huating Publishing House.

A hundred books and a large cardboard box, a full ten boxes, I saw Ji Zhuo was silent for a while.

It was the words of the logistics brother next to him that called Ji Zhuo back to his senses.

"Is it Mr. Ji, this is the logistics goods mailed to you by Huating Publishing House, do you need to accept it, if there is no problem, please sign here."

Can I go back?

Ji Zhuo wanted to ask, but he didn't ask after all.

Silently took the receipt and signed.

"Mr. Ji, let's help you carry these in, do you think you can put them in the living room or where?"

"Put it in the living room."

Then Ji Zhuo stepped aside, hungry,

Looking at these four logistics brothers, carrying a large cardboard box in twos and twos, going in and out of the living room,

It took a few trips back and forth to finish moving, and then ...... The living room space is almost occupied.

"That's okay, Mr. Ji, we'll go."

The logistics guy wiped the sweat from his forehead and left.

Ji Zhuo looked back at the ten large cardboard boxes that filled the living room, and fell into deep thought.

Then he closed the door and walked back to the living room.

It's a hairy door with this posture,

Sign it at home, and order a takeout to eat at night.

Otherwise, when the 1,000 copies from the Delvin Press come in tomorrow, the books will be piled up in the bedroom.

Ji Zhuo tore open one of the cardboard boxes, picked up a stack of books, and signed silently in the room.

I took the time to order a takeout and bought a few more pens by the way.

"I wish the family happiness - no work"

"I wish you a healthy life - no work"

"Good luck with ——...... work"

……

"Once upon a time: I heard something."

"Canyon Grass: I've heard something about it, too."

"You can't eat cake indiscriminately: what do you think the author will write in his next book, will he write horror?

Once Canghai: What's going on upstairs, how did you disrupt the floor, the building collapsed.

Zeng Canghai: By the way, what have you heard?

Canyon Grass: What did you hear?

Zeng Canghai: I think the two of us should have heard the same thing.

Cake can't be eaten indiscriminately: isn't it that the dog author's "Caged Bird" has another signed book to be released, and that "Night Tour of the Capital City" is going to be published.

Canyon Grass: Eh, eh, how can you talk so angrily upstairs...... Why are you robbing me of my lines? ”

In the house, the signing process rests in the middle of the process,

Ji Zhuo, who was eating takeaway, also looked at the news in the group,

Looking at one of the messages in the group,

Ji Zhuo's heart jumped suddenly,

That's right, "Night Tour of the Capital City" is also going to be published,

He's not going to let me sign a roll call for "Night Tour of the Capital City", right?

Ji Zhuo raised his head again and looked at the pile of books that had signed more than a hundred books,

I feel like my hands are starting to ache,

Do I want to turn off my phone now, I can't see who sends me a message,

It's impossible to come to me and knock on my door to get me to sign an autograph.

Ji Zhuo looked at the chat interface of the penguin chat,

I felt a little weak-hearted, for fear that the editor-in-chief would send him such a message again.

But it's okay,

Maybe the editor-in-chief of Huating Publishing House knew that he couldn't sign it,

So no message came again,

Ji Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, continued to eat takeout, and looked at the news of sand sculpture netizens in the group.

"Cakes can't be eaten indiscriminately: big guys, you say, since "Caged Bird" has signed books and then sold them, will the newly published "Night Tour of the Capital City" also have it?"

it!

Shut the fuck, isn't this a pot that doesn't open and mention?

I have a grudge against you, what a grudge!

it!

Where's the administrator.,Hurry up and silence the administrator,

If you don't stop saying such dangerous remarks quickly, take care of it!

Ji Zhuo was in a painful mask, but he saw that the news in the group was still going on.

"Canyon Grass: Hey, that makes sense. The eyes lit up .jpg.

Canyon Grass: I'll go to the publisher's website and ask.

Zeng Canghai: I'll ask too.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Take me one.

300,000 per second: cough cough...... Is it enough for a dog author to sign so many books in one go? Why don't you wait. ”

It's still good for Yun Qingmu, and he actually spoke for him.

"Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Sister Miao's words are not unreasonable, the dog author's hand is wasted for a while, and the new book has to be delayed again.

Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea: Or ...... Let the dog author sign two fewer copies, just five hundred...... I'll take 500 copies!

Once in the sea: Makes sense!

Canyon Grass: Ahem...... I don't mean anything else.,I just want to collect a fully signed version of the dog author.,If the bigwigs have grabbed a signed book.,Remember to give me a copy.。

300,000 per second: ......"

Ji Zhuo felt that the takeaway suddenly became a little unfragrant,

Maybe it's full......

However, after a while,

I didn't see the editors-in-chief of the two publishing houses send him a message and ask him to sign the book.

Hey, although these sand sculpture readers are very powerful, they still understand me.

Of course......

It is also possible that the editors-in-chief of the two publishing houses have already left work and have not seen the comments of this group of sand sculpture readers on the official website.

Ji Zhuo raised his head and looked at the dark sky outside the window.

Inexplicably, I feel that this is more likely,

Turning his head again, he looked at the nine large boxes of books left on the floor of the living room.

Ay......

sighed.

What else can I do,

Sign up.

As long as you don't die, you will sign to death.

Speaking of a thousand ways and ten thousand, these sand sculpture readers still support him as a 'dog author'.

"All the best—no work."

"I wish my academic career progress - no work......"