The first reply from the publisher was finally received.

It was just a letter of rejection from Harbour Publishing House.

It is false that Wang Jian said it was not uncomfortable, but it was also expected.

After all, the general direction of novels is literary nature, and ideological nature is the most important.

The English version of "I Am a Great Master" is really too lacking in this regard.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and said to the mirror: "It's okay, there are still opportunities, and there are seven publishing houses, come on!"

Then, he walked out of the apartment with a normal expression and prepared to set off.

The old man's condition has worsened and he has not been working in the community recently.

He went to the hospital to see the other party once, but the old man seemed very calm and seemed to have accepted the result of his life soon.

Therefore, Wang Jian had to work alone.

He came to the check-in location and was counting the date while waiting for another community labor.

I have been working for 10 days and I have 40 days left to be liberated.

At that time, even if all submissions are rejected, Wang Jian can go to Chinatown and even if he is not good, he can still serve a plate or something.

He calculated the money in his pocket and looked bitter.

It's hard to endure a life of only entering but not leaving, and being poor.

Listening to the people around him discussing where to go and another vote, he felt that he was about to move.

At this time, the sign-in officer Lili slowly drove to the sign-in point.

When she stepped out of the car door, it suddenly became quiet around her.

Because, she is a little different today.

The original blue sign-in uniform disappeared and was replaced with a white tight shirt.

The black trousers were also replaced with a red one-step skirt, and the black stockings made her legs look longer.

This outfit makes the Slavic blond Lily look more beautiful. With her height of about 1.7 meters, it makes it impossible to tell that she is a single mother close to 30 years old, but she looks more like a fashion model.

When she walked to the sign-in point with her thin high heels, everyone, including Wang Jian, looked at her blankly.

"Okay, start signing in now." Lily coughed lightly and said, "Apart from the king, everything else is the same."

"King, come here."

Wang Jian walked over with a confused look in the wretched and envious eyes of everyone.

I didn't do anything bad.

As for doing something, I just think about it.

What did she tell herself to do?

When Wang Jian walked to her, a strong perfume smell came over.

Lily raised her head and looked at Wang Jian with light blue eyes, "You are 17 years old this year and were sentenced to community labor for the first theft, right?"

"Yes." Wang Jian lowered his head and replied.

"Would you like to give you a chance to reduce two days of community labor?"

"Uh, let's see what's going on." Wang Jian hesitated. He didn't want any extraneous things to happen.

"It's very simple. Come to my house tonight and be a nanny for two hours. I'll sign in your community work today and tomorrow." She crossed her legs, her legs wrapped in stockings were raised up and down.

"Why me?" Wang Jian was a little confused.

"It's hard to find temporary nannies, and you're under my supervision. Or," Lily pointed to other people who participated in community labor, "find them?"

Wang Jian turned his head and took a look.

All kinds of habitual theftsmen, illegal gun holders, and fighters are lazily pushing the garbage truck, slowly scrambling to spend time.

"It's only two hours before I'll be home after the date," she continued to persuade, "and you can leave now and you won't have to come again tomorrow. The price is just to come here at 8 o'clock in the evening."

As he said that, he handed Wang Jian a note with a string of addresses written on it.

Wang Jian hesitated for a moment, and considered that he would be with her for at least 40 days in the future, he asked: "Then how old is your child? Is it a boy or a girl?"

The girl dares not take care of herself.

"The boy, named Gene, is 5 years old this year." Lily smiled, "You don't have to worry, he's very well-behaved."

"Okay." Wang Jian gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Very good." Lily smiled slightly, and then repeated: "Remember before eight o'clock."

Wang Jian held the address in his hand and nodded and left.

As for whether he was afraid of others reporting that he didn't work, Wang Jian said it didn't matter at all.

In the United States, no community worker member dares to offend the sign-in officer.

Moreover, betrayaling others is very despised.

Wang Jian was thinking about how to arrange the sudden extra half a day.

Alas, I'd better find a job.

He bought a copy of the New York Daily and went to the apartment to read it.

While he was working hard to study where to do not require a degree or qualification certificate, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Al forgot to get the key again?

Wang Jian opened the door with annoyance while preparing to complain a few times.

Suddenly, he found a young white man in a suit and tie standing in front of him.

White?

Suit?

The first word that popped up in Wang Jian’s mind was actually “fbi”.

"Hello, my name is Roy." The young man outside the door introduced himself: "Editor of Xuele Publishing House, are you the author of "I am the Great Master"?"

edit?

Xuele Publishing House?

"I am, how did you find this place? And, how did you know that I am the author of that book?" Wang Jian asked cautiously.

He couldn't help but be cautious. There were not many American scammers at all, and most of them were dressed in a slutty look.

"The address you write on your submission address, and the author's name is Wang Jian, so he should be an Asian." Roy said Wang Jian's name in a bad accent, "and there are very few Asians in the Bronx."

Seeing that he took out the submission, Wang Jian basically confirmed that the other party was not a liar.

So he quickly invited the person in and poured him a cup of coffee.

"How do you say this manuscript?" Roy put the manuscript on the table and carefully used the words.

"It's very novel and rare. So after thinking about it for a while, we decided to write it."

After hearing this, Wang Jian was excited.

But before he could finish his excitement, he heard Roy say again: "But since no novel of similar style has been published, we cannot guarantee the royalty."

"We can only give you 4% of the royalties. And because of cost issues, we can only print 10,000 simple-coated books, each priced at $10. Whether to print them depends on the subsequent situation."

"And, the copyright of the paper printing and distribution of this book belongs to our publishing house. You may not authorize any person or institution to publish this book."

Roy threw out a series of bombs, causing Wang Jian, who was a little excited, to be dizzy.

Without a guaranteed royalty, it is hard to say whether you can make money from that book.

The 4% royalty and only 10,000 copies were printed.

That is to say, even if you sell it all, you can make a profit of $4,000.

The paper copyright belongs to the other party, so you can't even submit a newspaper as a serialized story.

This...condition,
Chapter completed!