After another five days, Xia Yu finished writing another 230,000-word manuscript, plus what he wrote before, a total of 420,000 words.

It's just that at this time, Xia Yu is in no mood to write.

He waited for so many days and there was no news, his novel was obviously placed on the top, according to his estimate, it should have been reviewed a long time ago, five days, it was enough for them to come to the news, but now there is no news.

He didn't believe that "Xun Qin" would be buried, after all, the quality was there, as long as he watched it, it would be impossible to be buried.

"Unless...... That person didn't even look at it because of my age. Xia Yu suddenly thought of a possibility, and combined with that person's attitude, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

"I don't have so much time to waste, let's go and see, if it really hasn't passed, then I'll also take the novel manuscript back, and then think of other ways!" Xia Yu calmed down, thought about it, and set off for the headquarters of "Oriental Daily".

Coming to the building of "Oriental Daily" again, Xia Yu walked directly inside, found the office, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hello, has my novel manuscript been reviewed?" Seeing that the middle-aged editor was drinking tea with a younger person, Xia Yu walked over and asked straight to the point.

Seeing that Xia Yu was coming again, the middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and continued to talk to another person, casually pointed to the large pile of manuscripts in a corner and said, "No, take it back yourself!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't look at Xia Yu, and continued to chat with another person.

Seeing the attitude of the middle-aged editor's ignorance, Xia Yu's heart was on fire, but he didn't bother to argue, he didn't like "Xun Qin", it was a loss for "Oriental Daily", it was just a waste of his time for so many days, this is damned!

It's better to get the original back first, after all, it took four days of effort!

Xia Yu walked to a pile of manuscripts, searched quickly, and finally found the original manuscript that was a little wrinkled underground, he didn't say much, picked up the manuscript and put it back in his schoolbag, glanced at the middle-aged editor coldly, and then walked out without looking back, not wanting to waste time and say a word.

For the person who treated him coldly, why did he bother to whisper again, there was no need at all!

I have to say that the completely different attitudes of Xia Yu and the other people who were drafted also made the two people chatting in the office a little stunned. Then the middle-aged editor felt a little embarrassed in front of his colleagues, and snorted coldly: "Hit the street, I can't even be a person and learn to write novels." ”

While scolding Xia Yu, he didn't think about it, he didn't know how to be a man first!

"Oh, he's only fifteen or sixteen, and he's going to write a novel, and I'd like to see what he's writing. Another, younger man, with a smile on his face, was a little curious about what a young man wrote, writing a novel at such a young age, and having the courage to submit it for the first time.

The attitude of the young man made the middle-aged editor a little unhappy, and said disparagingly: "What is there to see, what is written about the Qin Dynasty without learning history well, the protagonist seems to be called Xiang What Dragon, a modern person, what kind of crossing is there, it's a mess." ”

Seeing that the middle-aged editor was a little unhappy, the young man didn't say much anymore, after all, he was also an editor, and the middle-aged editor was also older, so there was no need to make trouble because of this little problem, so he immediately changed the topic.

It's just that the young editor secretly pondered in his heart: "Modern people have traveled to the Qin Dynasty, interesting, just this one point, I kind of want to see it, but it's a pity that he took the manuscript back......"

......

Besides, Xia Yu, after walking out of the "Oriental Daily" building, he clenched his fists, shook it hard, scolded a few times to vent, and then thought about the problems he was facing now.

"I can still try Ming Pao if I haven't done it, but it's been nine days now. Moreover, there is a precedent of the "Oriental Daily", and maybe the "Ming Pao" will also look down on people, and there is this risk, if it wastes another five or six days and still does not write the manuscript, it will be troublesome!"

"Moreover, as a newcomer, the remuneration will definitely be very low, maybe only one or twenty thousand words, even if it is the highest thousand words 20, 400,000 words, it is only 8,000 Hong Kong dollars, the funds are too small, it is difficult to make a career in a short period of time. ”

"In this way, the submission will not solve my problem. Moreover, I suddenly don't want to publish "Xun Qin Ji" again, it's a loss, only by running it myself can I eat all the benefits, if I have my own newspaper, I can publish it myself, hey!" Xia Yu thought a little unwillingly. Although "Looking for Qin" is easy to come by, Xia Yu will not waste its value.

A qualified merchant will fully exploit the value of a commodity until it is drained!

I have to say that it seems to be influenced by other memories, and most of those memories are the memories of top elites and capitalists, so Xia Yu also unconsciously thought in this direction and changed to the direction of a qualified capitalist.

That's a good thing, though!

"Now, we have to find another way to obtain an initial amount of capital in the shortest possible time and complete the original accumulation of capital!" Xia Yu muttered.

"Think about it again and see if anyone has memories that fit the current situation. Xia Yu thought as he got on the bus.

Memories kept jumping in his mind, and when he was almost home, Xia Yu finally found the method he wanted.

As soon as he got out of the car, he yelled excitedly and ran quickly towards a kiosk.

"Boss, bring me a deck of dice and a deck of playing cards!" Xia Yu said directly to the commissary owner.

The owner of the commissary was an old man, pushed his glasses, looked at Xia Yu with excitement on his face, he shook his head, took out a pair of dice and a pair of pokers and handed them to Xia Yu, after collecting the money, the boss couldn't help but admonish: "Pretty boy, don't go to the gamble, the gambling will be ruined!"

"I see, thanks for reminding me, I bought it for someone else. Xia Yu glanced at the boss, said with some gratitude, and then picked up the dice and poker and left.

Looking at Xia Yu's back, the commissary owner sighed and shook his head, as if he sighed that a young man had gone astray.

Quickly returned home, Xia Yu took a bowl and went out, the sound of shaking the dice at home was too loud, and it would be discovered by his parents, causing unnecessary trouble.

Coming to a clearing, Xia Yu closed his eyes and recalled his memories and experiences, and when he opened his eyes, the whole person seemed to have changed his temperament, he covered the bowl on the dice board and shook it quickly.

At the beginning, Xia Yu always shook his head, but after a while, a smile appeared on his face, I saw that every time he opened the bowl, the numbers were very interesting, 3 1 to 3 6, or 123 straights, etc., almost shake whatever he wanted, as if the God of Gambling was in the world.

After that, Xia Yu took out the playing cards and played, the more he played, the more skilled he was, the more and more tricks of shuffling the cards, and the fingers became more and more flexible, and he was always able to issue special cards every time he was dealt.

After the cards were dealt again, the poker was flipped over, and it was a three-ace!

"Hahaha!" Xia Yu laughed, his eyes were full of confidence, and the troubles of so many days completely disappeared.

"Thanks to that master's memory, I didn't expect that there was still a gambling master living in that hotel, and this is all for me!haha!"

Seeing that it was getting dark, Xia Yu put away the dice and poker and walked home.

ps: I didn't follow the routine, I feel that copying books and submitting manuscripts to earn manuscript fees is too cliché, and the protagonist also suffers, how can the protagonist do the loss, and it will make everyone unhappy, so I will change the way, I hope you are satisfied.