Seeing that his freshman career was coming to an end, Jiang Yulou was still a little reluctant.

Someone else's college career is either studying hard, playing or falling in love. As for him, studying takes up a lot of time, and he has to create, so he has no time to play.

No, seeing that the freshman year is almost over, except for the teachers and classmates in the class and the dormitory, the others can't be named at all.

But what can be done about it? He was not born in Rome, and if he wanted to be a cow or a horse, he would have to pay something.

And compared to the others, writing is already very easy.

No, now he has saved more than 30,000 yuan. Lately, he's been thinking about how to spend the money quickly.

If you don't spend it, you can't do it, and the value of the deposit bank will depreciate too quickly.

It's just that how to spend it is a problem, you can buy a house, you can buy antiques. Both of these can preserve the value of his wealth, and even appreciate it.

The difference is only that one is sure to make a profit and not lose money, and the other may make a big profit or lose money.

Just when he was sad, he was called out.

"Yo, what is Master Shuo looking for me, is it to invite guests to dinner?"

It was Wang Shuo who called him out, and speaking of which, since Wang Shuo announced his retreat and writing, the two haven't seen each other for a while.

Wang Shuo replied sourly, "How dare I ask you out, you are a great writer now, and I can't make money from a book in my life." Even if I invite you to dinner, you probably won't be able to look down on it. ”

"No, if someone invites me, I really don't like it. But if you have a treat, even if you eat a roadside stall, I have to save face, right? Jiang Yulou said with a smile.

Wang Shuo also smiled, "It's pretty much the same." ”

"Let's go, let's go eat and drink first."

The two found a small shop, ordered some snacks, and asked for a few bottles of beer.

"One person, one bottle, do it first for respect!" Wang Shuo raised the wine bottle and said.

"Okay, then you should sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman."

That is to say, the wine bottle is not as big as that of later generations, otherwise, Jiang Yulou will have to pour a bottle of wine.

Rao is like this, after drinking a bottle, he also has to eat a few mouthfuls of food.

"What's the matter, is there anything good about being so happy today?"

Wang Shuo took a bite of cold beef, swallowed his stomach, and then said with a smile: "Sort of." The first draft of my novel is finished. ”

Jiang Yulou stopped what he was doing in surprise and asked, "Yo, congratulations, did you think of which magazine to vote for?" ”

"I was just going to ask you, I'm not familiar with domestic magazines, do you have any good suggestions?" Wang Shuo took a sip of wine and asked.

"I'll give you an analysis. At present, there are several well-known literary magazines in China, such as "Harvest", "Contemporary", "Flower City" and "October", ......"

Jiang Yulou told Wang Shuo what he knew about some literary magazines without reservation.

Wang Shuo nodded again and again, "In other words, these magazines have their own advantages?" ”

"That's right. In terms of publication time, some are quarterly, some are bimonthly, and some are monthly, and different periods have caused different literary journals to review literary works. Jiang Yulou said.

Wang Shuo licked his somewhat dry lips and asked, "Then which magazine do you think I should publish in?" ”

He has long envied Jiang Yulou for writing novels to make money, and he fantasizes about becoming famous with a book on weekdays, making a lot of money like Jiang Yulou. It's just that he didn't have the motivation to write before, and now, his first work has been written, so naturally he can't wait to publish it and make money.

It's okay to let those buddies of his show that his master is also powerful.

Especially since he quit his job in order to write. Now he's eating the old book, and if he can't make money from this book, he'll be finished.

"Are you short of money?" Jiang Yulou asked coldly.

Wang Shuo hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, I have money." How can there be a shortage of money? ”

He is a face-saving person, where is he willing to admit that he has no money.

"That's right." Jiang Yulou was silent for a moment, and then said, "I haven't seen your work, and it's not easy to evaluate." But if you're really in a hurry, "Contemporary" is not impossible. It's just that you have to be mentally prepared, if you are a new writer, their editorial department will not pay too much. ”

Wang Shuo was dissatisfied: "What, is it still a newcomer or an old man?" ”

"Strangely, my first short story published in Contemporary, didn't get much paid." Jiang Yu said.

Wang Shuo said impatiently: "Okay, when do you have time, go to my house to help me consult, and see how my work is." ”

"At any time, today's time is given to you." Jiang Yu said.

Wang Shuo said movingly: "Thank you, buddy! ”

After the two were full of wine and food, they went to Wang Shuo's house.

At his home, Jiang Yulou saw the manuscript. He picked up the manuscript, which had no name on it, and looked at the number of pages, estimating that there were more than 100,000 words.

He looked up at Wang Shuo, "You're going to write a novel." ”

"I'm not sure, so I'd like to find someone knowledgeable to help me take a look." Wang Shuo shook his head and said.

He only knows that the more words, the more he will be paid, so as he writes, the word count goes up. But there are some words, and he himself is not satisfied.

But let him delete it, he was reluctant.

After all, it's all money!

"Okay, then I'll see."

Jiang Yulou was not polite, found a sofa, sat down and watched.

He has a habit of reading books, and he is easy to immerse himself in the story, but his disadvantage is that he likes to read them in one sitting.

A few hours later, Jiang Yulou closed the manuscript.

Wang Shuo couldn't wait for a long time, he saw that Jiang Yulou had finished reading it, and hurriedly asked, "How is it, does it meet the standards for publication?" ”

Looking at his expectant eyes, Jiang Yulou shook his head ruthlessly: "No." ”

"How so?" Wang Shuo lost his mind for a moment.

He never imagined that after working hard for several months, he would get this result.

"Don't worry, wait until I'm done."

Wang Shuo raised his head with hope, "Is there still a play?" ”

Jiang Yulou patted the manuscript in his hand, "This work is basically a romance novel, and it is just a romance novel. You know, a simple love story can't support a long novel. ”

"So ......"

"Yes, it should be cut." Jiang Yulou pointed to a certain paragraph of the manuscript and said: "This paragraph is too verbose and has nothing to do with the full text, what are you keeping it for, delete it." And this paragraph, it's the same thing. What readers want to see is the love between the two, who wants to see the story of someone who doesn't want to do it that doesn't matter, bullshit. ”

Jiang Yulou said a lot, and then used a pen to draw the paragraphs that needed to be deleted or changed on the manuscript.

After drawing a part, he stopped, "That's probably the idea." If you reduce the full text to 30,000 words, it's almost enough. ”

"Yulou, thank you!"