Rebirth of the Soft Rice King

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Bai Beiyuan said: "The writing style is not good, and the expression is too simple and straightforward. There is no ideological connotation. It's either cultivation and upgrading, or fighting and killing."

As Bai Beiyuan said, he pushed the manuscript back and said, "Your book is worthless."

Literacy people really have a level of speech, you might as well just talk rubbish.

Shi Jun's self-confidence was severely hit. He took back his manuscript and turned to leave the editor's office.

Fang Tian was waiting outside the office, heard the conversation inside, watched Shi Jun walk out dejectedly, and patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be discouraged, maybe the next publishing house will take a fancy to your manuscript."

Shi Jun smiled wryly and said, "I have already rejected the manuscript for the 101st time!"

1 and one rejection?Fang Tian was a little dizzy.

Shi Jun sighed for a long time, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even get up. What a sad story this is?

Fang Tian looked at him and said, "Don't just stare at one or two publishing houses, try a few more. Finding a publishing house is like looking for a wife. It doesn't matter if one doesn't like you, there will always be one who will. "

Isn't that the case with Rowling, the author of "Harry Potter"?

Submissions were submitted to many publishing houses, but they were all rejected.

In the end, a publishing house took a fancy to her manuscript, and since then, Rowling has reached the pinnacle of her life!

Shi Jun nodded, and then ran to many publishing houses in the city.

As a result, they were all the same, and they were all rejected.

Some publishing houses said that they had read Shi Jun's book. As a result, Shi Jun saw his own book in the trash can of the publishing house, and threw it away without even reading it.

What a shame it feels!

More than a dozen publishers have rejected manuscripts, plus the previous 101 times, and now, the number of rejections has reached 120 "gloriously".

What does the number 120 remind of?ambulance!

Shi Jun was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, and wanted to call 120 for an ambulance.

"B--b--" Just as he walked out of the publishing house, the pager in Shi Jun's pocket rang twice.

I took it out and saw that it was my father from my hometown.

Immediately, Shi Jun ran to the phone booth by the side of the road, looked at the number displayed on the pager, and dialed back.

The old father is in the countryside, farming in the countryside.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Shi Jun dialed the other party's phone and said into the microphone.

An old voice came over and said, "Son, how much money do you have over there? My sister is going to college, can you send some money?"

Talking about money gives me a headache, Shi Jun said with a choked voice, "Yes, yes. I'll think of a way...Dad, phone calls are too expensive to talk about."

After finishing his incoherent speech, Shi Jun hung up the phone with a snap.

Looking at the manuscript in his hand, Shi Jun was furious, gritted his teeth, and tore up the manuscript! "Writing is a dead end, fuck you..."

The painstaking efforts of the past two years, day and night, more than 100 million characters written by hand with a ballpoint pen, were torn into bamboo shoots and scattered in the air...

He was so weak that he sat down on the floor of the phone booth.

Fang Tian ran over with two bottles of Coke in his hand, and was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him!

There are shredded papers all over the floor, and what took so long to write has just disappeared.

Fang Tian stood beside him and said, "Are you really willing to give up?"

Shi Jun hit the ground with his fist and said, "I won't write anymore after I stop writing. Starting tomorrow, I will go to the construction site to move bricks."

It seems that my cousin was hit hard. Fang Tian threw him a bottle of Coke.

Picking up a sheet of paper on the ground and tearing off about a third, Fang Tian looked at it seriously.

In fact, isn’t what Shi Jun wrote very rubbish?No, on the contrary it is very good.

What Shi Jun wrote is the classic short essay written by those Internet writers in the future!

941 chapter 941 / build the strongest novel game platform

The title of this book "Harry Potter and the Monkey King" has a bit of a headline feeling, but in Fang Tian's view, the content is actually a book of oriental magic, or directly a book of fairy tales.

The main line of the story is clear, the writing is smooth, the rhythm is well controlled, and the climax part looks very cool.

In his previous life, Fang Tian would look at the Internet when he was free. After all, writing programs was stressful, so it would be good to relax by reading this book.

I also have a deep understanding of the Internet. If this book written by Shi Jun is placed in the world of Internet literature, it will definitely be a popular book!

It's just that, in this day and age, this kind of short essay can only be treated as garbage by publishers.

Internet literature has a long industrial chain. In addition to its own value, it can also be adapted into film and television, animation, games, etc. It can be said to be a super big cake.

Soft Cloud's current goal is to build an Internet entertainment empire, and the Internet literature must not be let go.

Holding the Coke bottle tightly, Fang Tian made up his mind, the next goal is to stand!

Fang Tian kicked Shi Jun's ass, and quickly asked, "Do you still want to write?"

After drinking Coca-Cola for a while, he seemed to be in a better mood, Shi Jun said: "What else are you writing, and there is no money to make."

"Yes." Fang Tian said, "There is a place where it can be published and sold without any ISBN fees, printing fees and other miscellaneous expenses."

What?There is such a place?

Shi Jun stood up instantly and said, "Cousin, is what you said true or false?"

"Of course it is true." Fang Tian said with a smile: "Now there are websites on the Internet, the threshold there is very low, and there is almost no fee. As long as you can access the Internet, you can publish online. As long as your work is good, you will definitely make money."

"Damn, cousin, why didn't you say it earlier." Shi Jun was a little excited and regretful, and the original manuscript was torn up.

"I just remembered it too." Fang Tian said: "Don't worry, write a new one, use the computer to type, write."

All of a sudden hope is back!It's just that Shi Jun was also a little worried, and doubted: "Is it really possible to succeed?"

Fang Tian patted him on the back and encouraged him: "Actually, I don't think yours is as bad as those publishers said. It's just that you lack a platform that suits you. Your writing style is very suitable for online literature."

"Cousin, if one day I succeed, I will never forget you." Shi Jun said solemnly.

Fang Tian smiled and reminded: "Writing online articles can be a part-time job. After you write your grades, you can consider a full-time job."

"Okay." Shi Jun nodded, and said excitedly: "What are you going to do now? Go buy a computer? Or go to an Internet cafe to type? Or..."