It Would Be Great If I Could Be a Copywriter - chapter 560

“It would be great if I could be a copywriter (

On February 14th of a certain year, Valentine’s Day.

Although the deadline is imminent.

But on this day, Dan always put his work aside, cleaned up the apartment early, and looked relaxed and happy.

Today, this popular light novelist is going to take advantage of a special festival to gather with a few old friends.

What is the deadline for light novels?

Step aside.

——In spite of this, President Dan is still very panicked.

As a light novel author, Mr. Dan was very hardworking in the beginning.

But time will always make a person change. After many years, the former Xiaobaiqing novel writer has become the old fritters of today.

Dragging manuscripts, fighting with editors and other operations are commonplace.

You urge you to urge you, and I will resolutely not submit the manuscript until the deadline is reached, very much like Su Chen back then.

However, it was different from Su Chen’s treatment of the only **** at that time.

Dan always has his ancestors to open the way, so at best he can only be regarded as a popular light novelist.

According to the author’s and editor’s biological chain, he is still very afraid of editing such creatures.

It just so happened that his editor whispered, four years later, today, he still belongs to the more grumpy type…

and so.

After all, this wave is still intimidating.

Ten hours before the party in the morning, Mr. Dan called his friend Sansan to make an appointment, and the destination was a nearby karaoke.

A person ordered a small bag and sat in a karaoke box. When Dan thought of the editor’s face, he sweated on his forehead, as if he squeezed out a novel word by word.

After a while, threes and threes arrived.

When he was led to the box by the waitress, he looked at the familiar face in the room, and smiled somewhat after a long absence.

but.

When Sansan happily picked up the microphone and prepared to sing a song, he found that Mr. Dan had been playing with his laptop on the sofa.

“Dan, don’t you sing?”

“Singing must be done at night with everyone. Why do you think I called you in advance?”

Dan always glanced at him.

Sansanyi’s face was dumbfounded: “Isn’t it to sing karaoke with me?”

“Sing! I’m here to work.”

Mr. Dan said, “There are sockets, there are things to eat and drinks to drink, and it is a separate box. It can also sing to change the mood. It is a great place to be used as a code word.”

“Oh, that’s pretty reasonable…”

Three or three nodded, picked up the hand bell on the table, and then suddenly fell to the sofa.

“…A ghost! How can anyone ask a friend to karaoke just to see you work? Can you give me an explanation!”

“Labor and management left their daughter at home alone. She didn’t even leave any meals, so she came here to attend the appointment! The result? Will you show me this?”

The three-thirds uncle was furious.

“You…”

The egg always turns its neck and pushes the tablet to Sansan as if it doesn’t matter.

In the latter’s puzzled gaze, he said lightly: “The tablet I use for leisure has many e-books and games inside. It’s enough to pass the time…”

“As for your daughter, she is already a primary school student, right?”

“Conan, a primary school student, can solve the case alone. Your daughter is at home alone, so she will take care of herself. Don’t worry.”

Thirty-three:”……?”

Where is this so…?

Once again, he threw the tablet on the sofa in sullen anger, unabated.

——Could it be that the relationship is getting acquainted and you are beginning to torture yourself?

“That’s why you want to say it? Nothing?”

“Gone.”

“Okay, then I’m leaving.”

Sansan was angry, got up as if fed up, and went straight to open the door.

The egg always looked anxious.

At first, it was quite boring to rush to the draft, and finally tricked a Sansan to chat with myself to pass the time, but then I have to leave?

“Don’t, Sansan! Third brother!”

Embracing Sansan’s thigh exaggeratedly, the egg always cries for father and mother.

“To be honest, my deadline today is dead, and if I don’t come out, this volume will be gone! The publisher directly asked the professional team to pick me up, really, don’t lie to you.”

Sansany threw him away with disgust, and said angrily: “What does your deadline of deadline have to do with me? Is it possible to let me help you code?”

“…I write online articles, not light novels.”

“Please! Just stay with me for a while. I will use the fastest codeword and hand it to the publishing house.”

“…Otherwise, I won’t be able to attend the evening party.”

Egg always put his hands together and pleaded.

The style of painting that changed at this moment… just barely banged my head.

Hearing that, Sansan is also soft-hearted.

After calling his daughter at home and ordering a takeaway, he finally agreed to Mr. Dan’s unreasonable request based on his past feelings.

Just when Sansan put down the phone…

Buzzing!

Another mobile phone placed on the table vibrated suddenly, indicating that there was an incoming call.

After seeing the “whispering” displayed on it, the egg always shrinks his neck very obviously.

How scared is this guy?

The three and three who noticed this scene had no choice but to slander.

At this time the phone ringing is still shaking…

One second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Three seconds…

Mr. Dan just forced himself to stare at the computer screen, without any intention of answering the phone.

“Is it okay not to pick up?”

Sansan rolled her eyes, staring at the vibrating mobile phone and asked, “Caller ID is a whisper, isn’t he your editor in charge?”

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the egg’s cheek.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

He scratched his hair frantically and let out a series of howls like a roar.

In fact, it’s the boss not to answer the phone, but Dan always wants to nod and play dead.

——Look at forcing the child.

Sansan’s shoulders shrugged.

The water of light novel writers is much deeper than that of net writers.

Especially for those lazy dog ​​authors who ask for leave at every turn.

If you want to post on the Internet, you can just find a reason and make an excuse in a single chapter.

But if it is a light novel, there is no such thing as asking for leave and not asking for leave at all.

——Before the deadline, it is a fixed working time. During this period, it is all regarded as personal arrangements and time management at home. Whether you want to work every day, you want to take holidays every day.

As long as the manuscript can be delivered on time by the deadline and printed and sold normally, the editor of the publishing house will still be good friends with you…

But if it can’t, it’s not written yet after the deadline… Ha ha, wait for you to die.

Of course, this is only for the old youtiao authors who are good at procrastinating. If you can deliver your manuscripts on time every time without making any mistakes, then the editor in charge will definitely be more iron than iron buddies.

“Dan, are you hiding from the editor today?”

After seeing everything, Sansan asked, and the egg suddenly trembled:

“Ha, haha, less, less nonsense… Why do you ask?”

“Because you are an old otaku, you are usually used to writing at home, but today you choose to come to karaoke. It is definitely because the address has been figured out by the editor that you came to karaoke, right?”

“It’s true…”

The egg always admits with a bitter face.

Three-three support: “How much is left unfinished?”

“Half volume content, about 60,000 words…”

“Ah this? How did you arrange this time?” Sansan was shocked, “It’s the deadline, and it’s half way off? Crazy?”

“The state is not good recently…” Total Egg’s voice became smaller and smaller.

Sansan took a sigh of relief: “It’s impossible to write 60,000 characters a day? Is today really the deadline?”

Dan always smiled ugly than crying: “Ahaha… Actually, it’s more than half a month since the deadline, and now it should be a real dead line.”

“You still have the face to say, quick code!”

Sansan was speechless, but also worried for him.

“Also, how much time do you have left?”

“I do not know either……”

“???”

“Listen well, in our light novel world, there is a difference between the deadline and the dead line.”

Mr. Egg said, “One is that delaying the manuscript can also be remedied. The false tentative deadline for the manuscript, the other is that the manuscript is delayed and the publication will be delayed, or the manuscript will not have time to typeset the poster at the same time. Deadline deadline.”

“So you are the latter who will kill you now?”

“Yup.”

“Isn’t that over?”

“Yeah, it’s over…”

Dan said these words calmly, and Sansan responded to him with sympathy.

As mentioned above.

Generally speaking, the editor will leave some buffer time for the publication progress when he negotiates with the light novelist at the beginning, which is called the tentative deadline.

No matter which light novelist debuts, he is a good baby, cute and new, and will honestly abide by the tentative deadline. The editor said that the number of dues is the number of dues.

However, with the gradual experience of the veteran driver, through the occasional delay of manuscripts, he discovered that the deadline for manuscripts is actually a flexible buffer, and the date is unexpectedly long.

Then, waiting year after year, the experience accumulates, the old drivers light novelists, through communicating with other old drivers or publishing industry, slowly, light novelists can grasp the progress of the entire publishing process, and then calculate the real Deadline date.

In this way, the experienced veteran is stuck at the dead line to submit the manuscript, repeatedly testing on the edge of danger.

As the chief egg manager of a young novelist who is almost five years old, he can intuitively predict the time when he will really die.

——How many pages will it take to make up a volume? If it goes well, how much time will it take to code the manuscript, etc. Based on past experience, he has a general idea of ​​these.

But at this time, Mr. Dan’s intuition was madly warning him.

I’m afraid this time the manuscript will really miss the dead line.

For three consecutive false tentative deadlines, he delayed the draft to the editor, and various reasons for back pain and **** pain were mixed up…

If you procrastinate harder, I’m afraid the book will be gone.

Single-line books are no better than the publishing system of weekly novels. The dead line is the dead line. After the dead line, the book is gone and cannot be published.

In fact.

The editor in charge of Qingyu’s phone call has been since last night and has not stopped.

But Mr. Dan heard that in the trouble team, it is rare for everyone to come out to meet on Valentine’s Day tomorrow, so he planned to postpone the deadline again.

I didn’t think anything was right until I thought about it this morning.

No matter how long this Nima is dragged, it seems that I really can’t hand it over. How can you let him break it?

After that, I had already agreed to a party with Su Chen and the others. Dan Pain Dan was not a human being inside and outside, so I left early in the morning before the editor came to the door and made an appointment at KTV in an attempt to escape.

“…Anyway, come on.”

Sansan gave her verbal encouragement, and then unceremoniously picked up the Dan Zong tablet, chose a small game, and played silently.

The latter was fidgeting and struggling with the keyboard for an hour–

“Ok!”

He suddenly raised his head with a hearty smile.

Sansan looked at him in surprise: “Are you finished? Sixty thousand words are out in an hour?”

The egg always shows a mysterious smile.

He didn’t answer directly, he smiled and invited Sansan: “Come and sing.”

“Do you have that time…?”

“Come on to sing.”

“??? Have you finished writing?”

“Come on to sing.”

“This is the end of 60,000 words? No, right?”

“Come on to sing.”

“No…you can say something else no.”

“Anyway, let’s sing first!”

The egg always grabbed the microphone irritably.

Sixty thousand words in an hour… Isn’t that bullshit? Are you a vampire? No… it’s not always easy for a vampire to come.

Of course he didn’t finish the code after just such a while.

Although it is endless, Dan always sings karaoke with Sansan in order to escape the reality and change his mood in the name.

Ever since, in the next half an hour.

After the egg always sang several songs by his favorite singers, he was sweating.

Sansan is showing a look of boredom.

Say what to sing together… In fact, it was this guy just now, just like a microphone, one after another, yelling at the microphone for half an hour.

Feelings He didn’t sing the song that came away.

“Okay! It’s almost time to continue codewords! Return to my battlefield!”

Just as the Sichuan opera changed his face, the egg who sang the song quickly turned into a serious face, sitting upright in front of the notebook.

However, what Dan always opened this time was not the manuscript file, but the private chat window in charge of the editor Qingyu.

“Then what… How do you explain me so that the editor in charge will let me go?”

“??” Sansan was confused, “You don’t code the manuscript?”

Egg always wiped cold sweat: “If I had time to submit the paper, I would have written it~www.mtlnovel.com~ but one day’s time code is 60,000 words… how is it possible?

“I have to find an excuse to sell a wave of miserables. I hope that the other party can open the Internet and give me a wave of grace. The deadline is postponed…”

“You are too much…”

The total skin thickness of the three-three pairs of eggs is amazing.

The deadline has been delayed for three times, but will it be delayed?

This Nima was done by an individual?

I’m the editor, I’m so angry.

Turn a blind eye to Sansan’s weird “watching ceremony”.

President Dan is already thinking about how to sell miserables to the editor in charge.

If you want to be sincere, it should be like this:

[Thanks for your consideration, I am an egg.

There is an unspeakable matter to report to you. Due to my health, the manuscript of the new volume of “Listen to Dad” seems impossible to be completed before the deadline.

I’m really embarrassed, can I give it another two days? 】

“Is it always okay to write like this?”

In just one minute, Mr. Dan showed the dragged report that he had just coded to Sansan, who was already dumbfounded:

“Why are you so skilled?”

“In the past four years, how many times have you done anything like dragging a manuscript?”

The egg always smiled triumphantly: “Do you remember how many slices of bread you have eaten?”

Thirty-three:”……”

Okay, Mr. Egg.

Although I have tried my best to overestimate the thickness of your face…

But I finally found out that I still underestimated it.

Shocked Sansan was unable to complain.

Mr. Dan’s attitude is very serious, “Don’t change the subject, just tell me objectively, can this report work?”

“Have an egg! I blamed my mouth long ago.”

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