Zhang Zian finally felt relieved when he received the message from Linhara Mai.

He could figure out how difficult it was to do this. The other company had no business dealings in China. The automatic dog washing machine was not a smart toilet lid or rice cooker that could be carried back from Fusang human flesh... Money is not a problem, transportation and freight are big problems. If the other company hadn't happened to bring the automatic dog washing machine to China for an exhibition, he couldn't even get the samples for the exhibition. The details about the voltage mentioned by Suzuhara Masao were also very good. He had never been to Fusang before and did not know that the standard voltage in Fusang was different from China. After transporting it back, it would be a tragedy. It would be a tragedy when plugged it directly into the socket...

After reaching the intention, we only need to talk about some details. The overall principle is to actively strive for it and try to do the business as much as possible. After all, this is the seller's market. For example, the freight in China must be borne by him.

"Squeak!"

π poked her head out of the stairwell and gestured to him.

There are no customers in the store now, Lu Yiyun lowered her head to paint, Wang Gan and Li Kun played with their mobile phones in various positions, and the elves watched TV, played, and took naps, so Zhang Zi'an followed Pi to the second floor.

"What's wrong, π?"

"Squeak!"

π excitedly pulled the hem of his sweater, pointed to the living room, and signaled him to go over and take a look.

The laptop on the desk is on, and the author's backend is on the screen. A new short message on the site is displayed in the center of the page. "Hello, your work has been reviewed and has reached the signing standard. Please wait patiently for the signing editor to contact you and indicate your book name and author's name."

The editor-in-charge's qq number is also given at the end of the short message.

"It means that your novel can be signed? That's great, π! I know!" Zhang Zian said excitedly.

π also likes to behave in color, and dances up and down the room like an ordinary monkey, dancing and squeaking.

"It's really not easy..." This is the second thing Zhang Zian encountered today that is worth celebrating. He looked at the ecstatic π and was deeply happy for it.

Since Pi started writing novels, it got up earlier than a chicken and slept later than a dog. Every morning, when Zhang Zian opened his eyes, he could see the fluorescence of the computer screen faintly coming from the direction of the desk. After everyone went to bed, he could occasionally hear the slight sound of page turning and the sound of scratching his hair in the living room. It must be that Pi encountered a plot problem and was struggling.

It would be fine if it was made out of thin air. Like the headline article of self-media, the content of the picture is all based on editing, but π is not like this. It did not copy the life of the pet store into the novel intact, but instead had choices, choices, modifications, and secondary creation according to the principle of seven parts real and three parts virtual, and even adjusted the order of certain things to better serve the plot. If it was copied intact, it would be easy to write, but in that case, no one would read the novel, because it was not a novel but a diary.

From every morning, other elves are eating and π is conceiving the plot; other elves are playing and π is typing; other elves are napping and π is looking up in the nameless book. Until late at night, π still has no rest. Even when it lies in a hanging basket and rattan chair to prepare for rest, if it suddenly thinks of a good plot, it will immediately get up and briefly record it in the document in case it forgets the next day.

The harder π is, the more diligent it is, the more worried that its efforts and diligence will not be rewarded. Now that π has received a short-term contract, it means that it has defeated the other 8 people and became the 1/9 contract rate. How can it not make him happy?

"Squeak?"

π points to the QQ number at the end of the short message to indicate confusion. For these small questions, π tends to directly ask Zhang Zi'an, which is more direct and quicker than having trouble reading the nameless book.

"Oh, this is an instant messaging tool. You need to contact and communicate with the editor in charge through this. Come on, I'll teach you how to use it."

He sat next to him and explained how to use qq to add friends and chat.

π soon learned it, enter the editor’s qq number, and then click Add Friend.

Wait for a moment, a bald monk's friend icon appears in the QQ contact list.

π type in the QQ chat box: Hello, editor, I am the author of "Pet King", please take care of it.

It was chatting with people on QQ for the first time, and it was a stranger, and the wording was very restrained. After clicking to send, it asked Zhang Zi'an with a squeaking gesture: Will he find out that I am a monkey?

"No." Zhang Zi'an smiled, "How could he find it through the network cable? There was a joke on the Internet before. You never know if it's a human or a dog sitting across the computer and chatting with you. Of course, you won't know if it's a human or a monkey... What's wrong, are you worried that others will find out you are a monkey?"

"Squeak!"

π typed: If someone knows it, it will be very troublesome, right?

"That's true." Zhang Zian admitted that if someone knew that this was a novel written by a monkey, it would probably be a big news.

After a while, the bald monk sent a smiling expression.

"Squeak?"

π scratched her head in confusion, it didn't understand what this expression meant.

Zhang Zian explained: "This means he knows. π, you don't have to worry. I heard that every editor is in charge of hundreds of authors, and he is very busy. You just need to write a book with peace of mind."

π nodded repeatedly, looked at qq a few more times, and confirmed that the other party did not speak again, so that the QQ interface was minimized.

"By the way, π, how many collectibles are there now?" Zhang Zian asked. How many collectibles means how many people are reading π's novels.

π's mood suddenly became low, and it opened the website's backend to let him see the work management.

He only took a look, and his originally happy mood also fell to the bottom.

Collection: 27

π has been updated on the website for more than 50,000 words, and has written about more than 20 chapters, but only 27 people are reading it. That is, on average, one reader is added for every 1 chapter written. Moreover, these readers may only read the beginning and think it is OK, so they temporarily added the book to the bookshelf, but in fact they did not read the latest chapter.

As evidence, the comment section is empty and there is no book review.

Zhang Zi'an couldn't think of any useful words to comfort π, so he had to pat its back to show encouragement. He used to see others writing 50,000 words on the Wanghai Pavilion Forum, and he felt disdainful in his heart, thinking that π would have more than 40 collections when she wrote so many words, but she was slapped in the face by reality.

According to the prompts in the website backend, he used his ID card to help π fill out the contract.

Now he needs to go out, print the contract and mail it.
Chapter completed!