Peerless Forbearance System

Although Jiang Shengli had listened to Li Feng's narration, his attitude was exactly the same as that of Feng Yunzheng.

In their understanding, there is no market for science fiction in China, and the audience is pitifully small, so they definitely cannot make money.

Forcibly publishing a science fiction novel, if the sales volume is too poor, it will also damage the reputation of the publishing house.

This "benefit-based" idea is correct, but the two of them speak too badly.

I can't wait to slap Li Feng on the face, let him piss and take a picture of himself, to see what kind of thing he is, dare to write science fiction?
"Is it true that you won't publish it even if you don't pay?" Li Feng asked.

"Give it up, good science fiction novels do have a certain chance of becoming popular."

Feng Yunzheng sneered: "However, I've seen a lot of people like you. You are a typical person with high eyesight and low abilities. I feel that the novels I write are comparable to world masterpieces. In fact, they are just a pile of rubbish."

"Yes, all novel authors feel that their novels are very difficult in their initial creation process. In fact, they are not as good as elementary school students' compositions."

Jiang Shengli took a sip of tea and said lightly.

"Listen to my advice, hurry up and get out, don't be ashamed anymore."

Feng Yunzheng said bluntly.

"I will continue to come tomorrow." Li Feng stood up and said.

Seeing Li Feng leave the office, Jiang Shengli and Feng Yunzheng couldn't help looking at each other.

"Tell the front desk, if you see this idiot again, ask the security to throw him out."

Jiang Shengli said impatiently.

"Okay, editor-in-chief, I'll go tell the front desk." Feng Yunzheng nodded.

On the fourth day, Li Feng came to Shengli Publishing House again.

As a result, I was stopped at the door, "Hi sir, our editor-in-chief has an order, you can't go in."

"Why?" Li Feng asked.

"There is no reason. If you insist on going in, I can only call the security guard." The receptionist said.

"All right……"

Li Feng felt helpless, left Victory Publishing House, and said to himself: "If it wasn't for the tolerance value, let alone the fourth time, I wouldn't even come the second time."

Although he was rejected by Victory Publishing House, he was not at all depressed.

Because he has great trust in "The Three-Body Problem", this science fiction novel will definitely become popular all over the world.

Since it is destined to be popular, he must not be in a hurry, and sooner or later he will find someone who knows the goods.

Li Feng went to the second publishing house in Changjing City.

In the end, just like what happened to Shengli Publishing House, he was directly rejected by the editor, but he persisted again and again, and was ridiculed and chased away by the editor.

Current tolerance value: 312 points.

In order to improve his endurance, Li Feng continued to "slap skin" in this publishing house.

On the second day, the third day, the fourth day, and the fifth day, they all went to this publishing house to request the publication of "Three-Body Problem".

On the sixth day, I was kicked out by security guards.

Li Feng went on to find a third publishing house.

However, his situation is exactly the same as that of the previous two publishers.

After being kicked out by the third publishing house, he found a fourth, fifth, and sixth publishing house... until the tenth, and none of the publishing houses agreed to publish "Three-Body Problem".

During this period, he was ridiculed by countless editors.

"Huaguo's science fiction novels are already dead. What kind of god are you? How dare you write science fiction novels?"

"I only heard a synopsis of the story, and I knew that "The Three-Body Problem" was rubbish."

"Looking at your bum, your writing must be sloppy."

"This kind of rubbish science fiction, our publishing house will never publish it."

"Publish for money? Hehe, you are so rich, why don't you buy our publishing house."

"The one who pretends to be the best at writing novels, get the hell out of our publishing house."

Each editor, like an executioner, sentenced "Three-Body" to death one after another.

Especially Jiang Shengli, the editor-in-chief of Victory Publishing House.

Jiang Shengli knew that he had gone to ten publishing houses, but none of them agreed to publish, so he publicly mocked Li Feng, saying that he had no self-knowledge.

He even published an article about how impetuous contemporary young people are.

Without any writing foundation and experience, I wanted to publish my first novel, and it was a hard science fiction novel.

This kind of young people with high eyesight and low hands is a common phenomenon among contemporary young people.

Li Feng's kind of rubbish science fiction, he can write it with a pen under his armpit.

For Jiang Shengli's article, editors, editors-in-chief, and editors-in-chief of various publishing houses praised it and expressed their agreement.

For these people's remarks, Li Feng was naturally full of anger.

These days he is deflated and ridiculed by all kinds of editors.

Once he almost couldn't help hitting someone.

However, the good news is that the tolerance value has reached 3786 points.

"Ding dong! Forbearance value has reached 3786 points. Congratulations on completing the task and getting the task reward - the novel "Three-Body Problem"!"

"Drip! The novel has been put into your phone."

Li Feng finally completed the creation task and obtained this god-level science fiction novel "Three-Body Problem".

The three novels of "Three-Body Problem" are already stored in his mobile phone.

"Although I have obtained "Three-Body Problem", what should I do if the publisher refuses to publish it..."

Li Feng thought about it.

At this moment, his cell phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number, and the place of ownership was Changjing City.

"Hello." Li Feng answered the phone.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Feng?" A man's voice came from the phone.

"Yes, I am Li Feng, who are you?" Li Feng asked.

"I'm Du Long, the editor-in-chief of Qianwen Publishing Company."

"What's the matter with you?"

"It's like this. Our publishing company is a little interested in your science fiction novels. Can we meet and have a chat?" Du Long said very politely.

"No problem, I'll go to your publishing company."

Li Feng went to Qianwen Publishing House.

Qianwen Publishing Company is very small, with a few small offices and a dozen editors. Everyone is very depressed and looks like they are about to go bankrupt.

He went to the editor-in-chief's office to find Dulong.

"Hi, I'm Li Feng." Li Feng shook hands with Du Long.

"Please take a seat, please."

Du Long poured Li Feng a glass of water, rubbed his hands hesitantly, and said, "Mr. Li, we want to publish your science fiction novel "The Three-Body Problem."

"Really?" Li Feng was stunned.

"Yes, although our publishing company is small, our sincerity is very strong." Du Long said.

Li Feng asked curiously: "I have become the laughing stock of the publishing industry, why do you still dare to ask me to cooperate?"

"Oh, I can't help it. Look at the situation of our company. The wages are almost out of reach. This company is my painstaking effort, and I don't want to give up..."

Du Long sighed: "In the end, I want to fight. If I can't win, I can only close the door."

"Oh I see."

Li Feng nodded, feeling that Du Long came to him with the mentality of a gambler.

"Editor-in-Chief Du, congratulations, you have won the bet. If this "Three-Body Problem" is not popular, I will shit on my head."

Li Feng gave the first part of "Three-Body Problem" to Du Long for reading.