Restart the Flying Age

　　 With the 10 yuan invested by Wu Tao, the deposit he placed on his side suddenly rose to 30 yuan.

　　 Zhao Li's enthusiasm for this gambling game was unprecedentedly high, although the 30 yuan was collected by her, An Rong, and Wu Tao each for 10 yuan.

　　 But this does not prevent her from actively mobilizing the power of the gossip girl group under her command to find more supporters for Wu Tao.

　　 It's only a pity that it has little effect.

　　 After all, not everyone can be like Dong Yangyang, just like Dong Yangyang, just take out 100 yuan of pocket money to make money for everyone. The little money in most people's pockets is hard-earned living expenses. Take it out to make a losing bet? They are not stupid.

　　 Until the weekend, the deposit of 30 yuan could rise to 35 yuan and 50 yuan.

　　 Among them, Yang Guangwei contributed 1 yuan, Tang Yan contributed 5 cents, and the rest was 4 cents and 3 cents.

　　 What is even more bizarre is that the minimum bet amount turned out to be a meal ticket, equivalent to RMB 5 cents.

　　 Wu Tao looked at the list of accounts, and really didn't know how to comfort Zhao Li.

　　 "In fact, you don't have to be too frustrated. The less deposit you bet on, the more money you will get after you win."

　　 Zhao Li held her chin in her hand and sighed leisurely: "That's what I said, but such a result is really shameless. You didn't see Dong Yangyang's awkward energy..."

　　 It was Monday in a blink of an eye.

　　 Jiangcheng, Zhiyin Editorial Department.

　　 Editor-in-chief Hu Xun must come out of the office aggressively, with a pair of single eyelid small eyes showing fierce light, holding the latest issue of the sample issue in his hand, and slamming in front of the deputy editor.

　　 "This level of content can also be selected as the cover article? Are you planning to smash the sign of the soulmate?"

　　The deputy editor's name is Wang Chao, and he is a weak liberal arts man. A pretty old-fashioned, standard literary youth.

　　 Seeing the boss be so mad, Wang Chao felt guilty, but if he should explain, he still has to say.

"Editor-in-chief, our requirements for the cover article are too high. It must be both storytelling and novel, and it must also extract the shining points of human nature and play an inspirational role. So many requirements are condensed into two articles. Articles with less than a thousand words must be written every word. Therefore, the number of submissions in this area has dropped sharply recently, and the standard has not risen. In contrast, this article can still make a living..."

　　 "Can this kind of thing make a living?" Hu Xun must veto: "Immediately find a famous columnist to ask for a draft and replace this one."

　　 "But today is the 22nd, the sample magazine will be delivered for printing tonight, and the day after tomorrow will have to be distributed and distributed." Wang Chao was embarrassed: "The time is too fast, even if it is a famous artist, it may not be too late."

　　 "Ask all the famous artists, and if it doesn't work, raise the price. As long as the quality of the article is good, a thousand words are fine." After giving the death order, Hu Xun must turn around and return to the office.

　　Wang Chao suddenly became mad. In desperation, he found the phone book of the famous columnist and dialed in one by one patiently...

　　 In a blink of an eye, it was noon, and Wang Chao was about to collapse. He made nearly a hundred calls in the morning, his ears and neck were burned by the telephone, and he still found nothing.

　　 The literati's temperament is hard to change these years, and they are not easy to serve. When they heard that the manuscript was provided within a day, they all shook their heads and said they couldn't do it.

　　 No amount of money will work, because they say that articles need inspiration and accumulation, and it is not a matter of money at all.

　　 Wang Chao, full of depression, can't even eat lunch. Going to the bathroom dejectedly, passing by the editing room, I heard catchy readings coming from it.

　　 "A traveler was walking in the desert, and suddenly a group of hungry wolves appeared behind him, chasing him to swarm and eat. He was taken aback and ran desperately, fighting for life..."

　　Wang Chao with the exploded head involuntarily stopped and stood quietly in front of the door, listening to the low female voice inside and continuing to recite. After a while, his frustrated face suddenly opened up, and he rushed directly into the editing room.

　　 "...Ah, editor Wang!" Ye Yunfei, the intern editor in the editing room hurriedly got up.

　　 "Where is the article you just read?" Wang Chao's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, covering Ye Yunfei like a crazy wolf.

　　 "Editor-in-chief, you mean, the story of a drop of honey?" Ye Yunfei said weakly: "This is the submission letter I just opened and read, and it hasn't been sent to the editorial department."

　　 "Just give it to me!"

　　 Ye Yunfei found the submission letter on the desktop and handed it over: "By the way, there is another one, also by this author."

　　 "This person has contributed two articles?" Wang Chao was quite surprised: "Also, give them to me."

　　 With the registered letter from Beijiang, Wang Chao returned to the editorial office as if he was treasured, and even forgot to go to the bathroom. I couldn't wait to open the letter, read the fluent handwriting, word by word.

　　 A moment later, there was a loud bang from the editorial department, accompanied by a crazy voice: "Good article, good article! The cover article has finally been released!"

　　I couldn't help but Wang Chao immediately took the original manuscript and rushed to the editor-in-chief's room. Without even knocking on the door, he rushed in.

　　 "Why don't you even knock on the door?"

　　Wang Chao grabbed the manuscript with a look of excitement: "Editor in chief, there is a cover article, there is it!"

　　 "Which famous man's manuscript? Bring me to see!"

　　 "Not a famous artist!" Wang Chao handed over the manuscript and said: "You know ~ www.novelmt.com~ Hu Xun must not be cold with his deliberate selling, "You won't just find an article to fool me? "

　　 "The editor-in-chief is glaring, how dare I fool you? It's the same sentence, you just read it." Wang Chao replied neither humble nor overbearing with fascinating confidence.

　　 Hu Xun will unfold the manuscript, look at the title, and stand at the crossroads of destiny: choice is more important than hard work!

　　 This topic is very ‘confidential’! With a good first impression, Editor-in-Chief Hu, who has always been strict, slowly stretched his brows.

　　 After a while, he put down the manuscript and muttered: "Yes, this article finally did not disappoint me. The writing is very in-depth, storytelling and novelty. I haven't seen such a philosophical manuscript for a long time."

　　 "Editor-in-chief, in fact, there is another more exciting one here, which is also written by this author."

　　 "Oh?" Hu Xun would have snatched the second manuscript, and couldn't wait to read it through.

A few minutes later, Hu Xun will grow up, his small eyes are piercing and authentic: "This writer has great potential. Since he is not a famous artist, we will sign him first. He can write such a deep and connotative article, and Sending two articles at a time will definitely have great potential in the future."

"Editor-in-chief, I think so too." Wang Chao thought: "But this author named'The Sound of the Waves' is still the same, except for an address and even a phone number. Our sample of this issue will be published soon. I won't be able to contact for a while, what should I do?"

　　 Hu Xun must have his heart moved, and took out the editor-in-chief's decision and said: "Then take a telegram and get in touch as soon as possible."

　　 Wang Chao's eyes lit up: "What about the remuneration?"

　　 "If he is willing to sign up to become a columnist for this magazine, 1,000 characters per thousand; otherwise 800 characters per thousand."

　　 "Yes, I will do it now!"