My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Two days later, Luo Jia took the printed manuscript and came under a building.

Liu Yaoyao went to work. Her sister heard that Luo Jia wanted to take root in literature and become a literary young man. Now she and Luo Jiabing are parting ways. She is going to find a job like planning and editing. Luo Jia will come when the time comes. By submitting an article, she can reveal the inside information and coordinate the inside and outside. Isn't it beautiful?

The publishing house Luo Jia chose was called Wutong Literature and Art Publishing House.

Jianghai is a large province in this world. It has many publishing houses with very old brands. They are powerful, have a strong backing, and have good reviews. Luo Jia spent a long time on Baidu and selected this one.

The main content is also consistent with the style of the article, and the compatibility is good.

Take the elevator all the way to the 19th floor.

"Hello, sir." The front desk smiled politely.

"Hello, I'm here to submit a manuscript." Luo Jia raised the manuscript in his hand.

"Can I make an appointment for you?" The front desk took a quick look at Luo Jia. The first reaction was that he was handsome, and the second reaction was that he was young.

In literature, being young is not a good thing.

Youth represents newness, and new authors have immature writing styles and unstable structures. Most of them live in dreams and cannot clearly see their own problems.

Geniuses are in the minority after all.

The editors of this type of old publishing house have sharp eyes and can spot any problems at a glance. Few newcomers can successfully solve them in one go.

"Your name?"

"My name is Luo Jia."

If he were an ordinary person, the front desk might just ask him to wait, but because of his good looks, the girl at the front desk looked at him and decided to notify him personally.

Damn it, this world where people look at faces is really disappointing.

After a while, Luo Jia walked into the office area with a sign above her head: Topic Selection Planning.

The girl at the front desk smiled and said to him: Come on.

Luo Jia smiled back at her, and the girl suddenly felt dizzy.

"Hello, Mr. Luo." A middle-aged man in a suit nodded towards him and said meticulously: "Show me the manuscript."

"Okay." Luo Jia also liked this style. He didn't talk nonsense and went straight to the point.

"The Legend of Wukong? Is it related to Journey to the West and about gods and ghosts?" When the middle-aged man saw the three characters in the title of the book, several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

The middle-aged man opened a page and his eyes shrank.

On the title page——

I want this day, no longer able to cover my eyes,

If I want this land, I can no longer bury my heart.

I want all living beings to understand my intention.

I want all those Buddhas to disappear into thin air!

So domineering!

"Although he is a newcomer who writes this kind of words, he must be extremely energetic." The middle-aged man thought silently in his heart.

The slightest contempt because the other party was a newcomer immediately disappeared.

This new guy is pretty awesome.

Looking down quickly, there is a series of dialogues, which are wild and unconstrained, but unexpectedly smooth.

As an editor, his reading speed is naturally very fast, and he can finish a chapter quickly.

At this time, he had only one thought in his mind.

Damn it, can the novel be written like this?

The whole story gives him a prose feel, but the several characters that appear are very vividly sketched out in just a few strokes.

Obviously, this is completely different from the four members of Journey to the West in the traditional sense.

Can you still write Journey to the West like this?

The middle-aged man's eyes shone brightly, and he saw the prospect keenly.

How popular is Journey to the West? How many people in the world have watched Journey to the West?

This generation almost grew up watching Journey to the West.

The characterization of this book and its completely different perspective from the traditional Journey to the West can create a good gimmick anyway.

Of course, you need to be strong in order to make the iron. The publishing house will allocate resources and publicity to build momentum. If the book is not good and the readers will not buy it, it will be in vain.

The middle-aged man's eyes shone brightly and he browsed down quickly.

Chapter 2, Chapter 3...

Time passed little by little, and Luo Jia waited patiently.

"Okay, okay, what a great book!" The middle-aged man suddenly stood up excitedly, "I thought you were writing about ghosts at first, but I didn't expect you were writing about love. When I really thought it was love, I didn't. I thought you were writing about heroes. Sun Wukong is a hero, and Tang Sanzang is also a hero! Great! It’s so well written!”

"Sun Wukong's unyieldingness, Sun Wukong's courage, and Sun Wukong's sorrow are all in it!"

People in the office looked sideways.

It’s strange that this person, who has always been very strict in reviewing manuscripts and has extremely high requirements, can’t help himself?

Do they know that this is a newcomer, and his writing is so brilliant?

The middle-aged man is happy, he has found a treasure.

I didn't have much hope at first. After all, I'm just a newcomer. Even if I have a wild mind, but I don't have the writing skills to control it, it's all in vain if I can't sustain it.

But I didn't expect it to be so brilliant!

"Genius! This book will be a hit!"

"Thank you, thank you." Luo Jia said. The middle-aged man's reaction was what he expected. When he read the book, his reaction was much greater than his.

"Mr. Luo, I would like to ask, do you still have the copyrights for the simplified and traditional Chinese versions of your book?" the middle-aged man asked seriously.

"It's all in my hands." Luo Jia nodded.

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said anxiously, "Two hundred after tax, is that acceptable?"

"Two hundred words per thousand words after tax?" Luo Jia's heart skipped a beat. Before coming, he and his sister had done enough homework to understand the market conditions of these publishing houses. For a newcomer without good grades to back him up, no matter how good his writing is, the price will be high. It's just a thousand words, and Luo Jia himself didn't plan to make any money from this book. What he wanted was fame, but he didn't expect this middle-aged man to speak so highly.

Are you so optimistic?