Seeing that his freshman year was coming to an end, Jiang Yulou still felt a little reluctant to give up.
Other people's college careers are either spent studying hard, playing or falling in love. As for him, studying takes up a lot of time, and he also has to create, so he has no time to play at all.
No, seeing that the freshman year is almost over, except for the teachers, classmates in the class, and a few in the dormitory, no one else can be named at all.
But, what can be done about this. He was not born in Rome, so if he wants to be a cow or a horse, he must have to pay something.
And compared to others, writing is already very easy.
No, now he has saved more than 30,000 yuan. Recently, he was still thinking about how to spend the money quickly.
It’s impossible not to spend it, because the value of money deposited in the bank will depreciate too quickly.
The only problem is how to spend it. You can buy a house or buy antiques. Both of these can preserve or even increase the value of his wealth.
The only difference is that one is guaranteed to make a profit and the other is likely to make a lot of money but may also lose money.
Just when he was sad for spring and autumn, he was called out.
"Hey, why is Master Shuo looking for me? Is it because he wants to treat me to dinner?"
It was Wang Shuo who called him out. Speaking of which, the two hadn't seen each other for a while since Wang Shuo announced his retreat to write.
Wang Shuo replied sourly, "How dare I ask you out? You are a big writer now. I will never make the money you earn from one book in my lifetime. Even if I treat you to dinner, you probably won't like it."
"No, if someone treats me, I really don't like it. But if you treat me, even if you eat at a roadside stall, I have to give you face, right?" Jiang Yulou said with a smile.
Wang Shuo also smiled, "That's pretty much it."
"Come on, let's go get some food and drinks first."
The two found a small shop, ordered some snacks and drinks, and ordered a few bottles of beer.
"As a courtesy, each person starts with a bottle!" Wang Shuo raised the bottle and said.
"Okay, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."
That is to say, the wine bottles are not as big as those of later generations. Otherwise, Jiang Yulou would have to pour out a bottle of wine.
Even so, after drinking a bottle, he also had to eat a few bites of vegetables to cushion his stomach.
"What's wrong? I'm so happy today. Is there something good going on?"
Wang Shuo took a mouthful of cold beef, swallowed it, and then said with a smile: "That's right. I've finished writing the first draft of my novel."
Jiang Yulou stopped what he was doing in surprise and asked, "Hey, congratulations, have you thought of which magazine to apply for?"
"I was just going to ask you. I'm not familiar with domestic magazines. Do you have any good suggestions?" Wang Shuo took a sip of wine and asked.
"Let me analyze it for you. Currently, there are several well-known literary magazines in China, such as Harvest, Contemporary, Flower City and October..."
Jiang Yulou told Wang Shuo unreservedly the information he knew about some literary magazines.
Wang Shuo nodded repeatedly, "In other words, each of these magazines has its own advantages?"
"That's right. In terms of publication time, some are quarterly, some are bimonthly, and some are monthly. Different periods result in different literary publications reviewing literary works differently." Jiang Yulou said.
Wang Shuo licked his dry lips and asked, "Then which magazine do you think I should publish in?"
He has long been envious of Jiang Yulou for making money by writing novels. He often fantasizes about becoming famous with one book and making a lot of money like Jiang Yulou. It's just that he didn't have the motivation to write before. Now that he has finished writing his first work, he can't wait to publish it and make money.
It might as well show his buddies that his Master Shuo is also capable.
Especially since he even quit his job in order to write. Now he is resting on his laurels. If this book does not make money, he will be finished.
"Are you short of money?" Jiang Yulou asked coldly.
Wang Shuo quickly shook his head and said, "No, I have money. How can I be short of money?"
He is a face-saving person, so he is not willing to admit that he has no money.
"That's it." Jiang Yulou was silent for a moment, and then said: "I haven't read your work, and I can't comment on it. But if you are really in a hurry, "Contemporary" is not impossible. But you have to be mentally prepared, newcomers As for writers, their editorial department won’t give them too much remuneration.”
Wang Shuo said dissatisfied: "What, are you still distinguishing between newcomers and old people?"
"It's strange. The short story I published for the first time in "Contemporary" didn't get much remuneration." Jiang Yulou said.
Wang Shuo impatiently said: "Okay, whenever you have time, go to my house to help me with my advice and see how my work goes."
"Any time, today's time is all for you." Jiang Yulou said.
Wang Shuo said movedly: "Thanks, buddy!"
After they had had enough wine and food, they went to Wang Shuo's house.
At his home, Jiang Yulou saw the manuscript. He picked up the manuscript. There was no name on it, and he looked at the pages. He estimated that there were hundreds of thousands of words in it.
He looked up at Wang Shuo and said, "You are going to write a novel."
"I'm not sure, so I want to find someone knowledgeable to help me." Wang Shuo shook his head.
He only knew that the more words he had, the more his remuneration would be, so as he kept writing, the number of words increased. However, he himself was not satisfied with some of the words.
But he couldn't bear to delete it.
After all, it’s all money!
"Okay, let me take a look."
Jiang Yulou was not polite, found a sofa, sat down and started reading.
He has a habit of reading books and is easily immersed in stories. His shortcoming is that he likes to read them all in one sitting.
A few hours later, Jiang Yulou closed the manuscript.
Wang Shuo couldn't wait for a long time. When he saw Jiang Yulou finished reading, he quickly asked: "How is it? Does it meet the standards for publication?"
Looking at his expectant eyes, Jiang Yulou shook his head cruelly: "No."
"How could it be?" Wang Shuo was a little distracted for a moment.
He never expected that after working hard for several months, he would get this result.
"Don't be impatient, wait until I finish."
Wang Shuo raised his head expectantly, "Is there still a chance to play?"
Jiang Yulou patted the manuscript in his hand, "This work is generally a love novel, and it is only a love novel. You have to know that a simple love story cannot support a full-length novel."
"so……"
"Yes, it needs to be deleted." Jiang Yulou pointed to a certain paragraph in the manuscript and said, "This paragraph is too wordy and has nothing to do with the whole text. Why are you keeping it? Delete it. The same goes for this paragraph. . What readers want to read is the love between two people. Who wants to read the story of someone who is irrelevant and bullshit and doesn’t want to do anything?”
Jiang Yulou talked a lot, and then used a pen to draw out the paragraphs that needed to be deleted or changed on the manuscript.
After drawing a part of it, he stopped writing, "That's probably the idea. You can just reduce the full text to 30,000 words."
"Yulu, thank you!"
