Lin Xiaozhuang went back and found a notebook at the bottom of the press box, which was a youthful work written by her hand during a certain summer vacation many years ago.
In the past few days, she was typing the text on the computer while revising and polishing it. There are a total of more than 100,000 words, and the length is not very long, but it is also a thick stack when printed out from A4.
After Zhou Quan saw it, he couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"
"Submission, you can't send a handwritten manuscript to the publishing house, can you?" Lin Xiaozhuang said while sorting out the manuscript.
Zhou Quan was about to be frightened by her: "I said which ancient era did you live in? Who still sends manuscript paper now, can they all use e-mail?"
Lin Xiaozhuang's hands stopped, and his face became hot. It was really hot: "Yes yes."
"Why, are you okay?" Zhou Quan reached out and touched her forehead.
Lin Xiaozhuang hurriedly moved away, and then turned on the laptop: "Oh my god, I've been so dazed by changing the text these few days!"
The reason why she is like this is because the story that came to her mind in the past few days is a story she read when she was a child, about the deeds of a famous foreign novelist.
?Because the novelist had a bad cold, in order not to infect others, he sprayed a lot of disinfectant on the manuscript paper. Afterwards, this pile of manuscripts exploded, and sales were in a leading position in the world. As a result, many novel authors imitated this successful author and sprayed disinfectant on manuscript paper, but unfortunately, no one was able to break his record.
Of course Lin Xiaozhuang knew where the problem was, it wasn't the disinfectant, but the work itself.
Having said that, she didn't want to spray disinfectant on the manuscript paper, but wanted to print it and send it to the publishing house, but she forgot that this is not the era of letters, and she is already living in the 21st century.
When she was exposed by Zhou Quan, she immediately felt very embarrassed.
Then, something even more embarrassing happened, and she was almost ashamed to say it: "Um can any mailbox be used? Can QQ mailbox be used?"
"Of course." Zhou Quan said and reminded, "Remember to use a compressed package."
"Oh." Lin Xiaozhuang just opened his QQ, and was stunned when he heard the words behind, "Huh?"
"If you don't pack it, the file will be too big, and it will take time to send it. Isn't it stupid?" Zhou Quan said, and started to help, "Let me see, your computer doesn't seem to have downloaded a 'compression' software."
"I, I will do it myself." Lin Xiaozhuang didn't want to pretend to be someone else.
Although she is very bad at using mobile phones and computers, she is still young and can learn everything.
And as long as she studies hard, she can learn quickly.
So with a feeling of apprehension, after successfully compressing and packing, she sent her "first i work" over.
Seeing that the electronic file was successfully sent from the mailbox, Lin Xiaozhuang was nervous and worried: "Hey, I just sent it out, no one will steal the manuscript, right? It's justfor example, an editor with a bad mind saw my manuscript written It¡¯s not bad, you don¡¯t want to take it for yourself, right? In this way, he can gain both fame and fortune without giving me money, and he can be famous for my works, right?¡±
Zhou Quan couldn't help but poked her on the forehead: "Are you stupid? There is a path to show the sending of this email. Whoever dares to steal your manuscript can't sue him to death?"
"Oh, also" Lin Xiaozhuang smiled naively.
She admitted that the idea just now was a bit "conspiracy theory".
And she also feels too good about herself, because it is really too difficult to be popular with the first work.
Unless the talent is extraordinary, and the luck is against the sky.
Lin Xiaozhuang covered his hot cheeks, feeling very embarrassed in front of Zhou Quan.
But fortunately, he was by his side, always giving her a very solid feeling.
After the manuscript is sent out, every author will have expectations in his heart, and Lin Xiaozhuang is no different.
I even think about it when I eat and sleep, wondering if her manuscript will make waves in the ocean of literature.
However, the reality is always skinny. She delivered the email, but there was no news, and it disappeared.
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