Saturday, September 22, 2012.

Meng Wen opened his eyes and was stunned for a moment when he saw the unfamiliar environment around him, and then he realized that this was in his own home.

Meng Wen returned home last night and basically went home for two days every weekend. Go home on Friday night and stay until Sunday night before returning to school.

Meng Wen saw that it was almost 8 o'clock when he saw his watch, and quickly got up to prepare to wash up. Mother Xu Lan was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and when she saw Meng Wen coming out, she hurriedly greeted, "Xiaowen, get up." Why did you wake up so early today?" Because Meng Wen had to sleep until ninety o'clock every time he went home before, Xu Lan was a little strange.

"I couldn't sleep, so I got up. My dad went to the bookstore?"

"Well, the business of the bookstore is not very good this time, open the meeting door early, and if you can touch one more, it will be counted as one. Just when you get up, after a while, you help your mother bring breakfast to your father," said her mother, Xu Lan.

"Okay, then I'll go wash up first......"

After Meng Wen finished washing, his mother Xu Lan had already brought breakfast to the table, and the two ate first.

"By the way, Mom, does my dad have any acquaintances he knows in the three major publishing houses in Tianjin City?" Xu Lan was eating, and when she heard Meng Wen's question, she couldn't help but raise her head in surprise and asked, "What's the matter, why are you asking the three major publishing houses?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I recently wrote a novel to see if it can be published by the three major publishing houses. ”

The three major publishing houses in Meng Wen's mouth are the top three publishing houses in Tianjin, and they are also among the largest in the country. They are Nanda Publishing House, Baihua Publishing House and Literature and Art Publishing House.

"What kind of novel did you write, how did you think that it was going to be published in the three major publishing houses? The censorship is so strict over there, even some people are not happy? Besides, isn't the publishing house that your father and you found last time very good?"

"What's good, I've sold a few copies in total," Meng Wen couldn't help pouting.

"Can you complain about other publishers?"

"Let's not talk about the past, I have been thinking about this novel for a long time, and my classmates have said that it is good after reading it. You see, the small publishing house I found last time can only shop in Jinshi, and the publicity is not in place, and no matter how good the book is, it can't sell much."

"That's not because there's a problem with your work, it's still for your father's sake that someone published it for you?" son, let's take it step by step, publish it from a small publishing house first, if the book is really good, it's not too late to let your father contact you with the three major publishing houses," Xu Lan, her mother, said earnestly.

"Don't worry, Mom, I didn't let Dad go through the back door this time. I'm just looking at my dad's acquaintances in the three major publishing houses to introduce them to me. I'm afraid that my reckless past will not be ignored by people. As long as he looks at my work, he will definitely agree. ”

"I'm so confident this time," said her mother Xu Lan with a smile.

"That's, don't you still believe in your son's level?" Meng Wen said with an oath.

"I just know your level too well...... Didn't you say the same thing last time, but your dad took your book and asked his classmates to publish it, and your dad's classmate laughed at your dad after reading it, so that your dad doesn't have the face to see that classmate now."

"My dad's classmate is purely dog-eyed and looks down on people, and I can't even look down on his little broken publishing house?"

"Alas, you kid, I really can't do anything about you. Don't give up until the Yellow River. Your dad has a classmate who is the editor-in-chief of the Literature and Art Publishing House, and you can ask your dad yourself for a while, I can't afford to talk to you. Let's eat."

After Meng Wen finished eating, he came to the bookstore with the meal prepared by his mother Xu Lan, and saw that his father was sorting out the books one by one, and shouted "Dad" from behind.

When Meng Honghai heard that it was his son's voice, he hurriedly turned around, "Son, come over so early"

"Well, aren't you here to bring you food?" Meng Wen hurriedly said.

"Okay, let's put it on the table first, I'll put the book in order again, and I'll eat it later." Father Meng Honghai said.

"I'll come, you can eat it quickly, or it will be cold in a while, and your appetite is not good......," Meng Wen said, pushing his father Meng Honghai to the table.

Father Meng Honghai didn't insist, sat at the table and ate, and asked while eating: "In the past, when you went home and slept at 90 o'clock, why did you get up so early this time?"

"I can't sleep and get up, by the way, Dad, I heard from my mother that you have a classmate who is the editor-in-chief of the three major publishing houses?"

"yes, what's the matter, you're writing a new book again?"

"Dad, you know me. ”

"It's useless to understand you, I went to the Literature and Art Publishing House last time to find your Uncle Hu, and your Uncle Hu also has his difficulties? They have many people and many rules, and it's useless to find anyone if the new book doesn't meet the requirements. Meng Honghai looked at his son and said helplessly.

"Dad, the book I wrote this time is really good, and it's a martial arts novel, doesn't it just fit the path of the Literature and Art Publishing House?"

It turns out that the three major publishing houses in Jinshi, among which Nanda Publishing House is good at academic books, Baihua Press is good at traditional urban and literary novels, and Literature and Art Publishing House is good at traditional martial arts novels. However, due to the decline of the martial arts market in recent years, the literary publishing house has slowly declined from the original leader to the third place, and the main business has begun to change to the market outside martial arts.

"Then let me see your new book after you finish writing, if it's really good, I'll show this old face and beg you Uncle Hu once. ”

"No problem, I'm done, I'll go home and get it. When Meng Wen heard his father say this, he hurriedly responded happily.

Then I hurried home, took a copy of the USB flash drive, and went to a nearby bookstore to print two paper copies. Only then did he rush back to the bookstore and handed one of them to his father Meng Honghai.

Father Meng Honghai took the manuscript, turned the first page, looked at the title and read it out: "Xiao Li Flying Knife", when he saw the first sentence of the opening chapter, "The cold wind is like a knife, the earth is used as a cutting board, and all living beings are regarded as fish and meat." Thousands of miles of snow will make the sky a furnace, and dissolve all things into silver. I couldn't help but say: "You kid is good at writing, this sentence alone is better than your previous one." ”

Meng Wen not only muttered, "Then there is no comparison at all, right?"

When he saw "Xiao Li's divine knife, the best in the world, a knife, a good example" couldn't help but clap his hands and shout "good".

Looking at his father, he didn't speak, but just flipped through the manuscript quickly, his father Meng Honghai has been a store manager all his life, and he hasn't learned anything else, and he is proficient in "speed reading" with this hand.

In less than half an hour, his father Meng Honghai browsed the whole book, and after closing the book, he was still reminiscing. looked at Meng Wen with a little joy and pride, thinking to himself, "My son has finally grown up."

"Dad, how does it feel about writing, isn't it?" Although Meng Wen himself is sure that this is definitely a classic for the world, after all, it has been popular for so many years in his previous life, how can it be bad? Maybe because of the mentality of the traverser who is out of place, Meng Wen always feels that he has no bottom in his heart, and he is afraid that the ideas and methods of doing things in the book will not be recognized. So at this time, Meng Wen especially hoped to be recognized by his father Meng Honghai.

Father Meng Honghai looked at his son looking at him with a little anxiety, and couldn't help but smile, his son is still the original son

"Well, although the martial arts market is declining now, your novel is very well conceived, the plot is also very unique, and it is no problem to publish, as for how much it can sell, we can only let the market speak. ”

"yes!" Meng Wen couldn't help it, clenched his fists, and said excitedly.

"Okay, son, I'll call your Uncle Hu, but you also have to be prepared, no one can guarantee that a book will be published. After speaking, his father Meng Honghai picked up the phone and dialed out.

In fact, Meng Wen also knew in his heart, especially this kind of martial arts novel, no one cared about publishing it on the Internet. If you want to publish in person, especially for some of the larger regular publishers, you also have to rely on luck, especially newcomers. If you meet the editor-in-chief who appreciates you, you can say that it is easy to say, and when you meet the editor-in-chief who is a little old-fashioned, and the sentence "is not conducive to the physical and mental health of teenagers", how much effort you have to put into it is in vain, no matter how good your writing is, who can guarantee that there will be no fight scenes in your martial arts novels? This is also the reason why Meng Wen wants to find an acquaintance, acquaintances are easy to guide the way, and the national situation is like this.

"Son, it has become...... It just so happens that your Uncle Hu has time in the morning, you can take the manuscript and go directly to the publishing house to find him, with a better attitude, in case it doesn't work, don't be discouraged, it's a big deal to find a publishing house again. Father Meng Honghai finally said uneasy.

"Got it, Dad, then I'll go, you tell Mom, you don't have to wait for me to eat at noon" Meng Wen put away the manuscript, picked up his schoolbag, and walked out.

"This kid ......" Father Meng Honghai couldn't help muttering when he saw his son's rushing appearance, and after a while, he didn't know what he thought of, and laughed......

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