Writing Web Novels In America

After a brief thought, Wang Jian stood up and began to look for the business card of the young editor named Roy.

Anyway, I have to earn the postage back.

After contacting the other party by telephone and being told that he could take the complete manuscript to Xuele publishing house in New York, he cleaned up the rejection letter on the desk and threw it into the debris pile.

Then, among the few clothes, Wang Jian found the cheap suit he hadn't worn for a long time, took off his sports shoes, put on his shoes and put on some hair gel.

Then, get out of the room.

Al, who is watching TV on the sofa, is stunned to see Wang Jian, and then laughs.

Wang Jian twisted his body awkwardly and asked, "how about it? Would it be stupid? "

Al managed to stop laughing. "Actually, it's OK after a long time. It's just that the style changes a little too much. What are you doing? "

"Go to the press." Wang Jian replied, "my story may be published."

"Wow." "Is that the story they told?" cried al

"I wish my boss a big album. Your story, published smoothly. Let's move out of this damn Bronx together. "

Wang Jian just bumped his fist with him and didn't respond any more.

It's hard for me to consciously tell him that his story may only earn $400.

Wang Jian got on the bus at the bus stop in the Bronx.

After three transfers, Wang Jian finally arrived in the legendary Manhattan.

It seems that here and the Bronx are totally two worlds.

There are no longer young black people with gang headscarves and pistols on their waists everywhere, but policemen with live ammunition and patrolling everywhere.

This made Wang Jian feel strongly ironic.

Where the law and order is the best, the police are the most.

True? American.

The New York branch of Xuele publishing house is not as rich as that of Random House and Penguin publishing house, which set up its office in the Empire State building.

Its office is on a street next to Fifth Avenue.

After walking through the rush of people, Wang Jian came to a low office building.

Then he tidied up, took a deep breath, and walked in.

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"You say, you say there is no problem in my book. I'll change it. I'll change it!"

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"Boss, as long as you hand in the manuscript on time. I can send a different sister to your house one day. "

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After consulting the receptionist, Wang Jian went to Roy's office.

When he passed by other offices, the voice from inside made him feel that the gap between the well-known writers and ordinary writers in terms of treatment was beyond the imagination of outsiders.

Three minutes later, Wang Jian left the lattice like collective office area and came to the responsible editor's office area with a separate office.

These responsible editors already belong to the middle level of the publishing company, and they have some arbitrary decision-making power.

And the editor, Roy, works here.

Wang Jian stood in front of an office and knocked on the door.

"Come in, please." A young man's voice sounded.

Wang jiantui opened the door and saw that Roy had already stood up and put out his hand to him.

"Welcome, Wang." As he shook hands with Wang Jian, he said, "I think you have made a decision."

"Yes." Wang Jian said, and handed over the complete manuscript. "This is the complete manuscript. If there is no problem, we can sign the contract at any time."

"Congratulations, you made a wise decision." Roy said with a smile, "let's sign an agreement. I'll finish it today."

"If there's no big problem, we can formally sign the publication contract tomorrow."

"Really, isn't there a minimum royalty?" Wang Jian still couldn't help asking. He really had no money in his pocket.

If the rent is paid this month, there will be no money for food next month.

Roy said helplessly: "I'm the only one who is good at your book. Other editors don't agree to release it."

"I used the privilege of the editor in charge to make sure you didn't get rejected. It's really impossible to have a guaranteed royalty. "

Wang Jian sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, writing a novel is a dead end!

He said goodbye to Roy listlessly and made an appointment to come back at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Then he got on the bus back to the Bronx.

When can I live in Manhattan.

He leaned against the window to daydream.

By the time Wang Jian returned to the Bronx, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon.

He didn't know what to do because he didn't have to work in the community today.

It was just when he thought of community work that the image of lily, the check-in officer, suddenly appeared in Wang Jian's mind.Ma Dan, when we go to work in the community tomorrow, we can't meet each other awkwardly?

She's not going to miss out on herself, is she?

Wang Jiangang just did not worry about the publication of the book, but began to worry about lily.

Forget it, there must be a road in front of the mountain.

Why don't you go to the hospital to see the old man's condition? By the way, what should I do?

As soon as he did, Wang Jian changed back to his usual long sleeve T-shirt and jeans, and then went to a public hospital.

The old man's cancer has deteriorated into three stages, in other words, the cancer cells have spread.

Looking at the lonely and increasingly weak old man, Wang Jian felt sad.

But he didn't dare to show it, so he could only talk with the old man.

When Wang Jian said that his novel had been in the stage of reviewing manuscripts, but only divided into royalties, there was no guaranteed royalties.

The old man encouraged him, "it's OK. What you wrote is not the worst one I've ever seen. The worst one still earns $500."

"There are so many bookstores in America that some people are blind."

Wang Jian said that I really thank you.

When talking about what happened to him and Lily, the check-in officer, the old man was stunned.

Then, I almost laughed to death.

Wang Jian said at the moment: in fact, it's good to stay at home if you don't hang out today.

After the old man looked at Wang Jian several times with extremely obscene eyes.

At last he couldn't bear it and decided to leave.

At this time, the old man leisurely said: "the check-in officer has great power over the people who force the community to work. Unless you can afford a lawyer. "

"If you want to offend her, you have to be careful that you are deliberately left out, and then forced to extend the working hours in the community."

"What shall I do? She forced me on her own initiative. " Wang Jian was helpless.

"If you dare to say that, just wait for the extension of working hours." The old man pondered.

"You can't do it. You just look like you're infatuated with her and make her feel like you're a pervert." The old man then said: "in this way, she may avoid you, even in order to send you away as soon as possible, she will give you a labor evaluation and give you an a

"Anyway, you don't suffer!"

Is that so?

Wang Jian looked thoughtful.

Looking at Wang Jian's back, the old man sighed, "I really want to live to see what will happen."