People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"So, buddy, I just like to be dissatisfied."

If no team wants us, then we will just remain a team without any members and slap all the clubs in the face with our results.

If your book is looked down upon, then sell it as much as you can and tear off the mask of the hypocrite who scolds those who have connections but does the things that people with connections do.

Everything in the world is just like this.

"Then, before I find my future direction, I'll just be a casual writer. Let's see if I have the luck to make money."

Just like this.

Chapter 47: Rewarding Diligence is the Process of Believing in the Process

Therefore, it is very clear what Lin Sen should do next.

Find out the performance of that newly released debut novel and find ways to improve it to a satisfactory level.

It is not only to fight for that pride, but also to give more subsequent works a chance to see the light of day.

Until then, the habit of rewarding hard work should be maintained.

The daily update volume almost doubled from 4,000 words.

It was so incredible that someone this morning kept looking at me as if I were an alien.

"Are you short of money? Let me make this clear, even if your total word count exceeds what we agreed upon, I won't lend you any more money."

"I understand."

"So what happened? Suddenly, I feel like I've been injected with chicken blood."

Writers in the industry are generally still relatively slacking off. In the traditional literary field, even for bestselling authors striving for high productivity and lifetime sales, a 200,000-word novel often takes half a year to polish.

For Lin Sen, it took two months to write so many words.

At first glance, you might think that quality is sacrificed for speed of service.

Actually it is not.

I thought my original self was a useless person. But until recently, Lin Sen gradually realized.

It seems that the legacy left by Xiao Linsen, apart from those bad memories, is...

Also comes with literary talent.

It’s hard to describe the specific situation. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to think too much when I’m writing, and I can just construct sentences with the right words and feel appropriate.

It's amazing, like having an automatic writing polishing machine in your hand.

This saves time on polishing your writing style.

At the same time, it also breeds dark thoughts.

"In other words, you suddenly realized the secret to wealth that we have in the literary world, Editor Sasakawa."

The female editor tilted her head slightly.

Pick up the teacup and take a sip.

"Tell me."

"Our advantage is speed."

To emphasize this, Lin Sen tidied up the messy manuscript paper in his hand.

"Other best-selling authors usually spend a year or even longer honing their skills."

"Yes."

The person listening across from me is obviously not stupid.

A flash of understanding flashed across Ms. Flamingo's eyes, and then they narrowed.

"I think I understand. You mean, we should win by sheer volume?"

"Ah."

Lin Sen nodded. "As far as readers are concerned, when browsing a bookstore, if there are a few small, stacked books by the same author next to a thick stack of certified bestsellers on the shelf, it might actually spark a desire to flip through them."

Everyone is curious. Seeing so many books by the same author laid out side by side in front of you, it would be a sign of great concentration if you didn't flip through them.

The same analysis must have been made in the mind of a certain editor-in-chief.

"So Mr. Itsuki's ambition is to release all of his remaining works. A smaller print run doesn't matter; the most important thing is to occupy shelf space? In theory, it's like bad money driving out good?"

"Correct."

This woman understands things very quickly.

"There should be a prerequisite, right? 'The Last Kiss' has to sell well now, so that Editor Sasakawa can have the confidence to ask the editor-in-chief for contracts for subsequent volumes, right?"

Such remarks shocked the woman sitting opposite.

There was a hint of depression in his eyes as he stared at the young man opposite him.

Maybe it's a kind of resentment of being looked down upon.

After a brief moment of reflection, Sasagawa Rimei adjusted her sitting posture, leaning back against the seat, crossing her arms over her chest and slightly raising her bony chin.

The slender white neck is revealed.

Today, Ms. Flamingo wore a skull necklace. Rubies filled the skull's hollow eyes, giving it a rather sinister and evil look.

It fits that cold and world-weary temperament very well.

"Not really. If you think about it, you can sign all the remaining books today."

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"?"

"How about we get it all done today?"

"No, no, no."

Lin Sen quickly waved his hands to deny this domineering statement that sounded a bit crazy.

A sharp voice seemed to echo in my ears again.

The editor-in-chief was furious. "I think if we don't achieve anything this time, even connections won't be of much use."

[If it were up to me, we'd take this opportunity to bring her down.]

He also pointed to hugging this huggable thigh.

You can't let this harm others.

While I was thinking, I heard that cold voice again. Although it was deep, it suddenly sounded a bit heartless.

"Don't be embarrassed. My sister's connections do have some power."

"Sisters are okay."

"The way you learned to speak."

Okay, I won’t learn that, sister.

Lin Sen stretched out his hand, raised his palm towards the other party, and immediately denied it.

"Anyway, let's wait for the results of the first book to ferment. Without results, I won't be able to get over this hurdle in my heart."

"It's a strange sense of self-esteem."

"Ah, yes, yes."

In short, the specific plan and this community of interests were revealed.

What comes next is even more crucial.

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon and the hot sun was gradually scorching.

Spring has warmed up and the cherry blossoms are blooming.

Standing at the door of the bookstore he had visited a few days ago, Lin Sen tilted his head to pick off the pink petals that had fallen on his shoulders, then tidied up his appearance and acted solemnly.

There's no escaping it. Time to see how the sales of my debut novel perform in the next couple of days.

It's rare to feel nervous. My usually relaxed state of mind hasn't been this tense in a while.

Take a deep breath, then step into the bookstore.

I walked around the shelves twice, but couldn't find the book labeled "The Last Kiss".

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"?"

Finally, I found the place where the books were originally put on the shelf based on my memory, but I saw that the shelf that originally had a stack of books on it was now empty with a brown background.

It's the color of wood.

"what?"

sold out?

A smooth start?

At first I was in disbelief, and then I suddenly felt ecstasy.

At that moment, I had already imagined the scene of winning the award and being published in the newspaper.

[XXth Yomiuri Prize Winner: Mr. Itsuki!]

Flying newspapers met his gaze, then dissipated into more of a chaotic mess.

New contracts, piles of money, all seemed to flow into the torrent of time that suddenly appeared around him, rushing towards him vigorously.

I've already started thinking about where to spend this royalties.

Then someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Ok?"

There is a young face around me.

"I said."

"What's wrong?"

"Brother, are you also here to visit the Louvre today?"

I quickly realized the preface of my book "The Last Kiss".

"Hiss. Yes, what's wrong."

I responded subconsciously, but a bad feeling suddenly arose in my heart.

After that, Murphy's Law came true so cruelly.

"You're late, buddy. All the tickets to the Louvre are sold out today."

The young man next to him pointed to the side window.

Take a closer look.

There were young people gathered together, including university students, high school students with bags at their feet, and homeless people in casual clothes.

Obviously it was a group that had been contacted before.

His name is Shupi.

They all look and dress differently, but they have one thing in common, that is——

Everyone had a book with a simple cover.

Exactly—

"The Last Kiss?"

"Yes."

The young man beside him nodded hurriedly, "So, next time, come earlier. There aren't many books left, and if you come a little later, you won't be able to get them for free."

"..."

"brother?"