My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Wutong Literary Publishing House.

meeting room.

The editors of all the columns gathered together, and the editor-in-chief sat high on the stage.

"Everyone, I believe you have read this biography of Wukong. Please share your opinions."

Originally, as a newcomer, there was no need to be so cautious in meetings. However, the editor highly recommended it and was extremely optimistic about it, so I became interested in it.

"The book is good, but it is a newcomer and has no influence. As a novel, it is too short. I think its prospects are average."

"Yes, the author's pen name is too new and his qualifications are too young. He still has to work hard."

"Impossible, I'm betting on my many years of experience and vision that this book will be a hit!" the middle-aged man stood up and said decisively.

The middle-aged man named Jiang Mingyuan is Luo Jia's editor and has been in the industry for more than ten years.

"A book that resonates with people is a good book. The audience of this book includes teenagers and even middle-aged people. The results cannot be too bad. The only thing missing is this wave of publicity."

"The author will be 18 years old. Whether he is a genius writer or rewriting Journey to the West, this is an excellent gimmick. If it is well publicized, it may skyrocket." One person said calmly.

"Although Journey to the West has a large audience, this book was too heavy-handed and made too many changes, which ruined the image and caused dissatisfaction among many people. It is not impossible that there was a lot of criticism."

…

Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.

Generally speaking, most of them are not very optimistic about it. First of all, they admit that the quality of the book is good, but there are too many good books in the world, and there are too many good books that are buried for various reasons.

"It is scheduled to be released next week. I just got the news that from Qiu Publishing House, Jiangnan Drinker's new book [A Sword from the End of the World] will also be released next week. Will there be any impact?"

"Jiangnan Drinker is rooted in martial arts. This is a genre of ghosts, ghosts and strange stories. However, the two authors, one a veteran and the other a new recruit, have no overlap at all. I feel that there is no impact at all."

"Jiangnan Drinker is about to hit 200,000 sales. Martial arts novels these days do have a wide audience."

"There's no overlap, don't worry, it's business as usual."

No one felt that there was any conflict. One novice village had not yet been released, and the other had already reached the full level. It was not the same game, so there could be any conflict.

Jiang Yuan sat down and sighed. He wanted to get more resources for The Legend of Wukong, but many editors were not optimistic about it. If the publicity intensity remains the same, in the end, the only thing that can be considered is the hard power of the book itself.

Fortunately, this book is definitely strong enough and is not afraid of any fight. He was as optimistic as ever.

…

"It's impossible for newcomers to have too many resources." Liu Yaoyao said worriedly.

"It's okay, as long as time passes, the pearl will always shine." Luo Jia chuckled.

"The little guy is so confident." Liu Yaoyao's eyebrows were gentle, but he also acknowledged Luo Jia's statement and chuckled: "I also think it is a pearl, so don't be covered in dust."

"Oh, you're still flirting." Luo Qingyi said sourly.

"Have you found a job?" Luo Jia slashed her sister on the head with a knife.

"Don't you like to write about these gods and ghosts, so I went to look for this kind of fantasy magazine -" Luo Qingyi was a little depressed, "But I couldn't find the fantasy magazine, but I found a martial arts magazine with an interesting name called Asking sword."

"Martial arts——" Luo Jia pondered.

"Martial arts is very popular now." Liu Yaoyao sighed with emotion.

"Very good, let's write about martial arts." Luo Jia clapped his hands.

"Don't just write whatever you think is popular." Liu Yaoyao said angrily, can you just write a book if you can?

"I haven't decided whether to go to work yet, because this magazine is not a large magazine and is barely in the second tier." Luo Qingyi glanced at his brother.

"It doesn't matter, the second tier is enough." Luo Jia didn't care, "I don't plan to make money from the magazine's manuscript fees. Oh, of course, I do have no money now."

"Where's your money?" Luo Qingyi was shocked.

"Didn't you say 20,000?" Liu Yaoyao also widened her eyes.

"It's all spent." Luo Jia said with a smile.

"Why do I have a prodigal brother like you? You thought I was at home." Luo Qingyi hated the iron.

Liu Yaoyao covered her face, could she spend money so randomly at home? She really felt sad for their father.

"Come here, you'll spend it faster." Luo Jia sneered. If he brought money back, his sister would definitely trick him into taking it away, and then disappear.

"Brother and sister, your father's family fortune will be ruined by both of you sooner or later." Liu Yaoyao snorted.

"The Legend of Wukong is still a week away from being released, so I have to find something to do during this time." Luo Jia touched her chin, "I've decided, I'm going to write a martial arts book."

"Are you the only one who still writes about martial arts?" My sister looked at him sideways.

"If you apply to a magazine, just write a novella." Luo Jia said.

"You really want to write it?" Liu Yaoyao was shocked. She thought Luo Jia was joking before.

"Of course, I have already thought of the title of the book."

"What?"

"The white horse howls in the west wind."

Wow, Luo Qingyi and Liu Yaoyao both opened their eyes wide.

"This name is really cool." Luo Qingyi thought about it carefully and looked at his brother with admiration.

"Indeed, it's such a good name, so impressive." Liu Yaoyao also said sincerely.

"Little guy, why did your head grow so long? Why did you suddenly become so smart?" Luo Qingyi hugged his brother's dog head excitedly.

"Uh-huh--" Luo Jia buried her head in her sister's broad mind and couldn't breathe.