A perfect life starting from a light novel writer

Yundian Bookstore, Blue Sky Bookstore, Fantasy Literature, Sakura Library, and Red Maple Literature.

This is the name of the top five light novel serial bookstores in the provincial capital city of Nancheng.

Basically, the headquarters of these five book clubs are all in the CBD area in the north of Nancheng City, so Xia Yan doesn't have to travel all over the city.

After spending an hour taking the bus, Xia Yan first arrived at the headquarters building of Hongfeng Literature.

Naturally, the two-hundred-meter-high office building in front of him cannot be the office location of Hongfeng Literature.

Its office area is limited to the 19th to 21st floors.

Before coming here, Xia Yan had repeatedly checked the status of five light novel publishing houses through various channels.

After registering at the front desk, I stepped into the elevator a little nervously.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, and the flow of people in the office building was not too complicated. Xia Yan was the only one in the elevator. He pressed the button for the twentieth floor with anxiety, just before the elevator door was about to close.

A pair of slender white hands reached in and blocked the elevator door.

The elevator door slid open after touching something. Xia Yan looked around and saw a girl wearing a cap and a mask walking into the elevator with a stack of translucent plastic bags containing documents, and then hugged the file bag in her arms. chest.

After she came in, she stood slightly away from Xia Yan in the elevator.

The girl is about 1.6 meters tall, with black hair reaching her waist. She wears a light red sportswear on her upper body and slightly looser beige trousers on her lower body. She wears a cap and a mask so that her appearance is not visible, but only her eyes are exposed, and her eyes are fair. With her delicate skin and overall facial contours, Xia Yan could basically tell that she was a pretty good-looking girl.

Her finger pressed the button for the nineteenth floor.

Xia Yan didn't peek intentionally, he just noticed these details normally.

But with a glance, he happened to see some document information in the translucent file bag held by the girl.

On the first page, there were a few big words written in colorful markers: "Yesterday's Starlight!", followed by a stack of paper documents.

I contacted her again and pressed the elevator button for the nineteenth floor.

ah.

It should, probably, be submitted by the same people as me.

Xia Yan thought in his mind.

Well, yesterday’s starlight?

What type of novel?

Some thoughts flashed through Xia Yan's mind. Maybe it was because he was staring at the girl's portfolio documents a little wantonly, and the girl became more vigilant and adjusted her posture slightly.

On the way up the elevator, the atmosphere in the elevator was inexplicably awkward.

"I'm sorry. I just want to remind you... If you want to submit articles to Red Maple Literature, you have to go to the 20th floor. The 19th floor is where the operations department and senior editors work. The 20th floor is where editors accept submissions from new people. That's the place." Xia Yan spoke first in an attempt to ease the embarrassment.

After all, it was indeed a bit impolite for me to stare at the portfolio someone held in front of her chest.

As soon as he spoke, the girl's vigilance was indeed relaxed for the most part.

"Thank you." After a few seconds of silence, the girl raised her hand and pressed the lighted button on the 19th floor of the elevator to turn it off.

Her voice was crisp and her tone was slightly cold, but after she replied to Xia Yan, most of the awkward atmosphere in the elevator dissipated.

"You're welcome." Xia Yan smiled politely.

Then the two of them were speechless.

The twentieth floor arrived quickly. The two of them walked out of the elevator one after another and walked through the corridor. The corridor was covered with posters from the beginning to the end.

They are all illustrations of various light novels that Red Maple Literature has become famous in Southern Province over the years. The works on these posters are the face of Red Maple Literature. Any one of them is a novel with a total sales volume of hundreds of thousands, or even more than 100,000 copies. Millions of copies exist.

There are quite a few works here, and Xia Yan has a complete collection of books at home.

After walking through the corridor, Xia Yan finally arrived at the office hall of Hongfeng Literature.

Once inside

It was very lively.

After all, this is an area dedicated to new submissions, and in the light novel world, who has the most people?

Yes, there are the most newcomers. Even on such a cold day as February 3, there were seven or eight people queuing in the waiting room.

In the editorial office area in the middle, stacks of novel manuscripts mailed from various places or submitted by creators on the spot are being carefully reviewed by the reviewing editors.

"You two, are you here to submit articles?"

The receptionist, who had long legs in black stockings and a professional OL skirt, came up to her with a smile. She had worked here for many years. The purpose of Xia Yan and the girl who was traveling in the elevator was clear at a glance.

"Um"

"That's right."

The two of them almost spoke at the same time.

The girl in red sportswear and a mask took another look at Xia Yan's face.

It turns out that he also came to submit articles.

"Please come here..." the receptionist said with a smile.

"There are seven people ahead of you two, but don't worry... our on-site review editor will meet you within twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes?" the masked girl confirmed.

"That's right. Twenty minutes!" After the receptionist confirmed, she took the two of them to the waiting area and left.

"Twenty minutes, seven people." The masked girl looked at the room directly opposite the other exit of the waiting room.

The shadow reflected from the frosted glass showed that there was only one on-site review editor inside.

Simple information actually reveals the cruelty of this industry.

Hongfeng Literature has dozens of journals of various types, large and small, and each journal has only a dozen novel serialization slots.

In most cases, only when the old serial novels are finished will new serial positions be filled.

And these limited serial positions are competed for by a large group of imaginative boys and girls in Nan Province who are influenced by various two-dimensional literature and want to bet their life careers on light novel writers.

Most people's submissions are cannon fodder and garbage.

Experienced editors only need to spend one or two minutes to read a few thousand words to determine the fate of a submitted novel.

The masked girl held the transparent file bag in her hand and used a little more force.

As for Xia Yan,

he looked around in his seat and asked the receptionist to pour him a cup of hot coffee.

There is nothing to be nervous about. If the masterpiece created with hard work and courage is rejected within a minute, it must be a huge blow to the creator.

But Xia Yan is not the actual plot creator of Youth Journey, so even if the plot of Youth Journey is rejected, he will not be too sad. If Red Maple Literature is not good, then go to the other four to submit.

"Xia Yan" the receptionist gestured to Xia Yan to enter the reception room.

It was not even twenty minutes, only fifteen minutes. After the first seven people walked out of the reception room dejectedly, it was finally Xia Yan's turn.

"Hey, here I come." Xia Yan was refreshed, excitedly holding the photocopied document of the Youth Journey, pushed the door, and walked in.