Looking at the editor's reply in the button mailbox in a daze, Ye Bufan's face was full of bitterness.

"Dear author, I'm sorry, your submission application was not approved, please don't be discouraged, each editor has different judging criteria, I hope you will continue to write, welcome you to submit again, thank you for your support to 17K. If you want to know the specific review comments or the direction of the recent main receipt type, you can add the deduction and talk in detail, and the space has a detailed receipt direction~"

"Hello, the manuscript has been read.

The theme creativity is good, but the plot is still a little unsatisfactory to create a sense of convenience and coolness.

The plot development is a bit blunt and lacks substitution.

Failed to be reviewed, thank you for your submission.

Good luck with your journey. ”

After staring at the two replies for a long time, Ye Bufan blinked his dry eyes and laughed at himself:

"Although the guarantee has not passed, it is not that you can't sign a contract, isn't there still a guarantee of full attendance? ”

Pick up Quadi Cristalo T resting on the computer desk

ibuto Modigliani mineral water, poured a sip, Ye Bufan suddenly felt that the world's first mineral water, which costs as much as 60,000 US dollars and 750 ml, equivalent to about 370,000 yuan, is so unpalatable.

Can it really be popular?

In addition to the friends in the street group who reward fans with friendship, among the 77 fans, is there a real reader?

Putting down the tasteless mineral water, he took out a bottle of 82-year-old Lafite from under the table, uncorked the bottle, and polished the remaining large bottle of wine in one go.

"It's been three years since I hit the streets......... I didn't even sign the contract this time, I really don't have the talent to write? It's only been three years, and I should let go of my dreams or something......... It's time to inherit the family business. ”

Putting down the bottle, he took out his phone, hesitated for a while, and dialed his father's phone number.

The phone was quickly connected, and Dad's low, slightly tired voice came from the phone:

"Extraordinary, still updating the novel so late?"

"Dad. Ye Bufan cried out and said astringently: "I'......... Failed again, and the bet I lost. ”

"Oh. Dad sighed: "You've been writing novels for three years........., right? Perhaps, what has been proven? It's time for you to come back and inherit the family property. ”

"Well, I already know, I have also woken up, I am really not the material to do this, I will go home tomorrow, inherit the family business, and become a qualified heir. Ye Bufan said this sentence with a hint of unwillingness and a little relief.

Father Ye: "Figured it out?"

Ye Bufan: "Well, I figured it out, as the only son of the family, I can't be willful anymore, I've wasted three years, this ......... That's enough. ”

"Okay, then you can come back. ”

Dad's voice was still low and tired, but a little more cheerful:

"Go home and rest for a while, by the way, haven't you always wanted to open an entertainment company? I'll give you a billion to practice first, you go to start a business and try, this is also my test for you, don't let me down, I'll send someone to register a company for you tomorrow, and bring you back by the way, and use the private jet you bought for your 18th birthday to pick you up." ”

I have been willful for three years, and my father still loves me so much!

Ye Bufan's nose was sour, and his voice had a hint of crying: "Okay Dad, I haven't been home for a long time, it's time to go see you and my mother!"

After chatting with his father for a while, Ye Bufan hung up the phone, looked at the author platform for the last time, resolutely deleted the software, washed and slebered.

“………”