560 546. The Novel Comes Out (2/5)

Chapter 560 546. Novel Published (25)

"What is the complaint? You can't solve it?" Wang Bo turned his head and asked.

Elizabeth made a powerless move, and smiled wryly: "You have to deal with this matter. It's a bit magical. I don't know how to deal with it."

Wang Bo tidied up his uniform and said, "OK, tell me what you are complaining about first, and then bring the person over to me."

Elizabeth spread her hands again, and then she opened her mouth to speak, but instead of making a sound, she looked at him in embarrassment.

Wang Bo frowned and said, "What's the matter? What do you mean?"

Elizabeth said: "The complainant doesn't want to come to see you, well, I don't know what to say, boss, it means that there are public bathrooms in our town, right? This complaint is that our bathrooms are discriminatory, sexist? Anyway. discriminate."

"What do you mean?" Wang Bo was also confused.

Elizabeth asked, "Let's put it this way, boss, you know, there are nearly 7 billion people on the planet, and there are men and women, but there are some people who can't figure out their gender from birth."

Wang Bo blinked: "Can't figure out my gender, you mean, uh, someone like Brother Chun?"

"Who?" Elizabeth asked. "You know neutral people? Have you ever seen them? If you know them, it's easy."

After listening to her words, Wang Bo probably understood, and he asked: "Is it because someone said that our toilets are not complete enough? We have to set up gender-neutral toilets?"

The town is determined to build a tourism industry, so public facilities must be complete. There are more than ten public toilets alone, all of which are very luxurious mobile toilets. Wang Bo hired five people to clean them.

But these toilets are of course only different for men and women, and he didn't prepare any gender-neutral toilets at the beginning.

Elizabeth nodded and said: "Yes, that's what happened. Some tourists said that they are gender-neutral. I think New Zealand society is inclusive and free. In order to respect the rights and needs of these people, we should set up gender-neutral toilets. Bar?"

Lao Wang patted his forehead depressed. New Zealand has a total population of 4 million. He has never heard of such a thing in China, but he did not expect to encounter it here.

He also had no experience in dealing with similar matters, so he searched online.

New Zealand pays attention to a lot, and gender-free toilets are one of them. Now many public places, including shopping malls, bus stations and public entertainment places, have begun to set up "gender-free toilets", or "neutral toilets".

The signs of these non-gender restrooms are quite interesting. Generally, there are signs on the door of the men’s and women’s restrooms to distinguish them. The men’s restroom is the one with the trousers sign, and the women’s restroom is the standard one with the skirt. The pattern is half skirt, one trouser leg...

In addition, the words Unisex or AllGender are usually marked under the sign. Such toilets, whether male, female or neutral, can be used freely, and are not specially prepared for neutral people.

Wang Bo reckons that both men and women can use it, and it is also to eliminate the strange eyes of some people. After all, if the use is restricted, then whoever goes there will be a neutral person. In order to avoid being discriminated against, neutral people will not go to such a bathroom.

At first he thought that he would have to buy a new toilet. It would not be such a trouble, just buy a sign and put it on it, because this toilet allows men and women to use it.

Later, Bowen came to get the documents and saw that he was preparing to order a signage related to wandering information. He shook his head and smiled and said: "No need to buy it, just make one yourself, leave it to me, and it can be hung up tomorrow."

In the afternoon, the small town writer Xie Le came in, handed him a hard drive and said, "It's the first part of my novel, take a look."

Wang Bo was surprised: "You are fast enough."

It has been less than two months since the two of them talked, and the speed at which they finished a detective novel based on reasoning is astonishing. After all, according to the publishing rules of New Zealand, a novel has about 300,000 words.

Hill shrugged and said, "No, it's just the first step, about 100,000 words."

Old Wang curled his lips, this speed is too slow, only two months to come up with 100,000 words? Fortunately, what he wants to do is a physical book. If he is writing an online article in China, at this speed, he will definitely hit the street!

Turning on the computer, he looked at it, and the story cut quickly:

Pukekawa, a small city more than 100 kilometers south of Auckland, the largest city in New Zealand, is surrounded by the Waikato River, the largest river in New Zealand, providing abundant water for crop growth and life survival.

The land here is fertile and open, and the endless farms are adjacent to each other.

At noon, the sun was scorching hot, policeman Duke was looking at an old-fashioned notebook with doubts on his face, he wanted to lie down on the notebook to rest for a while, and then an alarm call suddenly rang!

The appearance of this phone dispelled Duke's drowsiness, and also broke the leisurely and peaceful pastoral life in the farm city...

This is the beginning of the story. Wang Bo guessed the background and prototype of this case at a glance - the mystery of the blood house in Pukekawa!

This is a case that has been widely circulated in New Zealand. It has not been solved until now. The case has been left for nearly half a century. It is an old case 45 years ago.

Using such a case will inevitably lead to controversy, which has the meaning of reflecting reality and mocking the police system, but this does not matter in New Zealand, because the police and politicians are used to be ridiculed.

It has to be said that Hill's thinking is really powerful, the writing is concise and powerful, and the plot trend is turbulent, which just fits the characteristics of the best-selling detective novels.

For the next time, Wang Bo was reading this novel. The 100,000 words took him more than two hours, because the development of the story was quite brain-intensive. As a policeman, he put himself in the situation and thought about the development of the story, which was time-consuming. .

After reading it, Wang Bo looked up and realized that Hill hadn't left, and was still waiting in his office with a look of anticipation on his face.

"You didn't go back?"

Hill said: "Of course, you are the first reader, I need to know about you..."

"Hurry up and go back and continue writing, I want to see the next plot!"

Although Wang Bo's tone was rude, Hill laughed happily when he heard his words. These words were more powerful than any compliment.

Rubbing his hands together, he asked, "Look, it should be okay to publish this novel, right? I mean it's published by the publisher, not by myself."

Wang Bodao: "It's definitely not a problem. Uh, what is self-publishing? Your novels before?"

Hill said embarrassingly: "I published the first two novels at my own expense, and the publisher was unwilling to sign my copyright. In this way, if I want to publish and sell money, I have to pay for it myself."

Having said that, he became happy again: "This shouldn't be necessary, and I think it's great."

Wang Bodao: "Of course, but why does it have to be published? There are other ways, buddy!"