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

Zhao Li's enthusiasm for this gambling game is unprecedentedly high, although the 30 yuan was made up by she, An Rong and Wu Tao with 10 yuan each.

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

Unfortunately, it has had little effect.

After all, not everyone can be like Dong Yangyang, casually take out 100 yuan of pocket money to make lottery heads for everyone. Most people have a little money in their pockets that is hard-won living expenses, and they take it out to gamble on a losing game?

Until the end of the week, the deposit of 30 yuan could rise to 35 yuan and 5 cents.

Among them, Yang Guangwei contributed 1 yuan, Tang Yan contributed 5 cents, and the rest were 4 cents and 3 cents of odd money.

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

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

"Actually, you don't have to be too frustrated, the less you bet on us, the more money you will get when you win. ”

Zhao Li held her chin in her hand and sighed leisurely: "That's what I said, but this result is really shameless." Didn't you see Dong Yangyang's ......?"

It's Monday in the blink of an eye.

Jiang Cheng, Bosom Friend Editorial Department.

Editor-in-chief Hu Xunbi came out of the office with a pair of single eyelids and small eyes, holding the latest issue of the sample journal in his hand, and threw it in front of the deputy editor-in-chief with a snap.

"This level of content can also be selected as a cover article? Are you planning to smash your bosom friend's signboard?"

The deputy editor-in-chief is named Wang Chao, and he is a weak liberal arts man. looks quite ancient, a standard literary youth.

Seeing the boss so mad, Wang Chao felt empty in his heart, but if he should explain, he still has to say.

"Editor-in-chief, our requirements for the cover article are too high, not only to have a story, but also to have novelty, but also to refine the shining point of human nature and play an inspirational role. So many requirements are condensed into an article of less than 2,000 words, and every word must be perfect. Therefore, the number of submissions in this area has dropped sharply recently, and the standard has not improved. In contrast, this one can still make a living......"

"Can this kind of thing make a living?" Hu Xunbi vetoed: "Immediately find a famous columnist to ask for a manuscript and replace this one." ”

"But today is the 22nd, and the sample will be delivered for printing tonight, and it will have to be distributed the day after tomorrow. Wang Chao was in a dilemma: "Time is too rushed, even if a famous person makes a move, I'm afraid it won't be too late." ”

"Ask all the famous experts, and if you can't do it, you will raise the price. As long as the quality of the article is passable, a thousand words and a thousand words are fine. After giving the death order, Hu Xunbi turned around and went back to the office.

Wang Chao was suddenly crazy, and in desperation, he found the phone book of the famous columnist and patiently dialed them one by one......

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and Wang Chao was about to collapse. He made nearly 100 phone calls in the morning, and his ears and neck were burned by the telephone, but he still found nothing.

In these years, the literati's temperament is difficult to change, and it is not easy to serve, and when they heard that the manuscript would be provided within one day, they shook their heads and said that they could not do it.

No matter how much money you give, you can't do it, because they say that articles need inspiration and accumulation, and it's not about money at all.

Wang Chao, who was full of depression, couldn't even eat lunch. I went to the bathroom in despair, and when I passed by the editing room, I heard a catchy recitation from inside.

"There was a traveler walking in the desert when suddenly a pack of hungry wolves appeared behind him and chased him to devour him. He was taken aback, ran desperately, and fought for his life......"

Wang Chao, who was holding the head of the explosion, stopped involuntarily, and stood quietly in front of the door, listening to the low female voice inside and continuing to recite. After a while, his depressed face suddenly brightened, and he rushed directly into the editing room.

“...... Ah, Editor-in-Chief Wang!" Ye Yunfei, the intern editor in the editorial room, hurriedly got up.

"What about the article you just read?" Wang Chao's eyes widened like bull's eyes, enveloping Ye Yunfei like a mad wolf.

"Editor-in-chief, do you mean the story of a drop of honey?" Ye Yunfei said weakly: "This is the submission letter I just opened, and it has not yet been submitted to the editorial department." ”

"Just give it to me!"

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

"This person voted for two?" Wang Chao was quite surprised: "It's okay, give it to me." ”

With the registered letter from Beijiang, Wang Chao returned to the editorial office like a treasure, and even forgot to go to the bathroom. I couldn't wait to open the letter, look at the handwriting and read it word by word.

A moment later, there was a loud 'bang' from the editorial office, accompanied by a crazy voice: "Good article, good article!

Overjoyed, Wang Chao immediately took the original manuscript and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office, without even knocking on the door, and broke in directly.

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

Wang Chao held the manuscript and looked excited: "Editor-in-chief, the cover article is here, there is!"

"Which famous artist's manuscript should be brought to me!"

"It's not a famous artist!" Wang Chao handed over the manuscript and said, "You will know it when you read it." ”

Hu Xunbi was not interested in his deliberate betrayal, "You won't just find an article to fool me, right?"

"The editor-in-chief is sharp-eyed, how dare I fool you? Wang Chao replied with the confidence of fascination, neither humble nor arrogant.

Hu Xunbi unfolded the manuscript, looked at the title, and stood at the crossroads of fate: choice is more important than hard work!

With a good first impression, Editor-in-Chief Hu, who has always been strict, slowly loosened his brows.

After a while, he put down the manuscript and groaned: "Yes, this one finally did not disappoint me. It's written in depth, with both storytelling and novelty, and it's been a long time since I've seen such a philosophical draft. ”

"Editor-in-chief, in fact, there is an even more wonderful article here, also by this author. ”

"Oh?" Hu Xun grabbed the second manuscript and couldn't wait to read through it.

A few minutes later, Hu Xun stood up, and said with a pair of small eyes: "This writer has great potential, since he is not a famous artist, we will sign him first." Being able to write such in-depth and connotative articles, and sending two at a time, must have great potential in the future. ”

"Editor-in-chief, I think so too. Wang Chao pondered: "But the author of 'The Sound of the Waves' doesn't even have a phone number except for leaving an address." Our sample issue is about to be published, and we won't be able to contact it for a while, what should we do?"

Hu Xun's heart moved, and he 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 a contract to become a columnist for this magazine, 1,000 words per 1,000 words, otherwise 800 words per 1,000 words. ”

"Yes, I'll do it!"