UGB Chapter 350: Publishing The Novel
Chapter 350: Publishing The Novel
in the program group.
Ye Bingbing stared blankly at the display screen and murmured, "Lu Ming's novel will be released soon?"
"He should know that it's an online novel website, [Complete a novel in 30 days] The challenge is to complete a novel that shocked the world within 30 days. Zhang Yan, did the novel set sail in your memory win a grand prize? ?"
Lu Ming's operation is becoming more and more incomprehensible. Obviously, he is required to write a novel with depth and gold content to win the grand prize, but he actually went to set sail to write an online article?
"Hey, I don't think so." Zhang Yan grinned and sucked in a mouthful of saliva. Originally, the left tooth was dead, but now it is better, and the right gum seems to be swollen.
He said with a headache: "Qihang has awards on its own website, but those awards are definitely not world-recognized awards. If Lu Ming writes novels for those awards, this task is doomed to fail."
After all, the rules require the world's approval. If it is approved by Daxia, maybe Lu Ming can still succeed in doing so, but unfortunately it is not.
Seeing that Lu Ming's road was getting more and more deviated, Zhang Yan sighed inaudibly, and he couldn't keep his teeth.
"Lu Ming may have his own ideas, and we can't easily draw conclusions." Wang Chongjun's serious voice sounded in the recording studio. Did he hear the discussion between Zhang Yan and Ye Bingbing just now? With some understanding.
But he still doesn't think that Lu Ming is a hasty person, so no matter how much other people have no confidence in Lu Ming, Wang Chongjun has a little doubt in his heart.
This doubt is also the reason why Wang Chongjun himself can accurately judge the result of Lu Ming's challenge most of the time.
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Eight thirty in the evening.
The main office building of Kyoto Sailing Novel.
The editorial office, which should have been off work long ago, is still brightly lit.
Most of the editors are still busy with their work, the review of the manuscript, the urging of the manuscript, the noise is like daytime.
"Hello? Is it 'can't drink anymore'? Can you do it? It's been a long time since a novel has been written, and the update is slower than a snail..."
"...I said that your book is not good, absolutely not. It's not because I failed the trial. The book will definitely hit the mark when it is released..."
When everyone was busy, the fat man sitting in the corner was out of tune with the surrounding atmosphere.
He is different from others. His fat body is squeezed into a small seat, and his eyes are fixed on the computer screen.
This man has a strange appearance, he has a broad forehead and a pair of thick eyebrows, a messy beard is distributed above his lips, his fat hand shakes the mouse slightly, and his excited eyes show inner tremors.
Looking at the text on the screen, the light in his eyes became more and more bright, and his whole body seemed to be on fire, especially the heart, which was about to jump out of the body immediately.
"boom!"
Seeing the end, the man couldn't help but slapped his palm on the table and exclaimed in shock: "Good book, this is really a good book!"
Li Fei looked at the text on the screen, his heart full of shock.
How can there be such a good idea in the world, such a bizarre but reasonable story. ,
The brain hole of this book is something that his editor has never seen or imagined.
"This book is so good, I must let everyone know about it!"
Thinking of this, Li Fei couldn't wait to raise his head, wanting to tell his colleagues to set sail and read about to own a book that can confer gods again!
But when he looked up, he saw that everyone was still busy.
I made such a big noise just now, and no one is curious about this book.
He shouted in confusion: "I said, aren't you all curious, I really saw a very good book in general, maybe, no, it will definitely be able to confer a god!"
Hearing Li Fei's words, a girl with delicate makeup next to him sneered: "Li Fei, what are you dreaming about, the great gods who write well are all in the hands of the head editor, how could there be fish that slip through the net and fall here."
The authors who have not received their achievements are all newcomers, and even a thousand-year-old flutter can't be assigned here. Li Fei actually said that there are authors who can confer gods among the newcomers, which is really funny.
Li Fei was speechless for a while, because what the girl said was true. Writers with a bit of strength will contact the editor themselves, how can they just apply in the background and ignore it, usually only those newcomers who do not know how to do this do so.
But...this book is really good.
"This book is really good, I don't believe you come and read it." He said helplessly, he is not a fool, can't tell the difference between good books and bad books.
"It's really so good, then let me see."
Seeing that Li Fei's attitude was so firm, the girl became curious and looked at his computer screen.
I saw the doubtful expression on the girl's face gradually receding, replaced by shock and intoxication.
She didn't have time to make any comments on the text she saw, her eyes were round, and she read it hungrily.
The bizarre words in the book seem to be the most alluring secrets in the world, making people want to keep exploring the deepest beauty in it.
The curiosity about the plot made the girl want to read it at a glance, but the respect for a good book made her restrain her curiosity and read it carefully.
"This, this book is perfect!"
a long time.
The document on the computer became blank, and no more words could be refreshed.
She looked at the screen regretfully, licked her lips and exclaimed, "My God, what kind of shit luck did you have, to be able to come across such a good book, you are going to be prosperous!"
"Yeah, you don't believe me when I say it's a good book."
Li Fei said proudly that he didn't believe in himself just now, and he was not convinced by this book yet.
Unexpectedly, the discussion between the two happened to be overheard by the passing head editor Zhuo Haoyu.
Zhuo Haoyu also became interested when he heard what the two editors said about the good books and the strange books, and said with a smile, "Xiao Li has seen some good books, let me have a look too."
Having said that, what he thought in his heart was that these new editors are knowledgeable, and any book should be a good book.
I have to take a good look at it myself, what kind of good book is it? After reading it, I have to teach two small editors a lesson.
result.
Twenty minutes later.
"Good book, good book!"
A huge sigh rose into the sky in the office.
Zhuo Haoyu was sweating all over his head, and his mind was full of the plots of the novels he had just read, which was beyond shocking.
The book's strong sense of age, broad knowledge, rich imagination, and ubiquitous mysteries are all so tempting that people can't help but want to read it in one breath. People scratch their hearts and scratch their livers.
Zhuo Haoyu even had an urge in his heart to use his position to find the author and lock him up to write a novel until the end of the novel.
"Yo, is it really a good book?"
Hearing Zhuo Haoyu's admiration, the editors raised their heads curiously. The book that the head editor said was a good book immediately aroused the interest of the whole office.
"It's definitely not ordinary for editor Zhuo to say a good book."
While speaking, a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance pushed Li Fei aside with a rude butt.
"Little Li, let me see what book it is."
"Yes, yes, you go to the front and sit."
"..."
Everyone flocked to Li Fei's seat, wanting to see what was written in this book that shocked the editor of Zhuo Haoyu.
Even the original owner of the seat, Li Fei, was squeezed to the front seat.
Sitting in his dream seat, Li Fei was not at all happy. Instead, he smiled bitterly and said to the girl beside him: "This is a dead end. There are so many editors grabbing it. This book is definitely not my drama."
Thinking of his yelling behavior just now, he wanted to slap himself twice.
If you come across a good book, it will be over for others to pass the trial silently.
This is good, the cooked duck is flying.
really.
after an hour.
All the editors-in-chief rushed to the leadership's office. The scene was as terrifying as a zombie came out. All the editors who could speak were desperately competing for the book.
"This book is mine, and only I can reach the author's fullest potential..."
"What are you, a sci-fi reviewer, robbing us of fantasy, do you know how to guide the author of fantasy?"
"This book is not fantasy, it's obviously our terrifying spirits, what the hell are you guys doing?!"
"..."