Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Newspaper of the Cold

Yan Buwen was surprised by the arrogance of the bowl, and for the bowl, it was ordinary, what's wrong with spending more money for the things you like? Do you usually help refugees on the streets?

"Your ghost horse is well written." Yu looked at the bowl as he walked, "Tell the story of a blue-blooded alien." ”

"There are two ghost horses, one is Cai Xuan, and the other is Ni Hui, both of whom I excavated, and are now in charge of the "Galaxy Science Fiction" section." Yan Buwen said, he really didn't promote the wrong person at the beginning. "Galactic Sci-Fi" is now the most profitable magazine, selling more than "Zero".

"It turned out to be two people, and I said, how could someone have a ghost surname." Yu Wan stuck out his tongue and smiled.

"You say there are really aliens?" Yu Wan asked, foreigners are relatively rare now, let alone aliens. Yu Wan lived in old Beijing, and only then began to see this weird and shocked, Yu Wan also recently learned that the earth is round, and the earth is only a small dust in the world called "Universe", and aliens are another life that lives on the same planet as us. Yu Wan was very excited when he saw this, after all, he broadened his knowledge.

"Yes." Yan Buwen replied in the affirmative.

"Have you seen that?"

"I've seen it, it's terrifying." Yan Buwen imitated the appearance of the alien, which made Yu Wan's eyes widen in disbelief.

"Terrifying, but what you see must be fake aliens, real aliens are pretty good-looking." Yu Wan continued to look at himself, and became interested in this blue-blooded alien surnamed Wei and named Si Li.

The rest of the time, Yan Buwen and Yu Wan squatted next to a public telephone room at home, and a phone was connected in one room in this telephone room, and they came to call to give money, and the price was quite high. Similarly, when a call comes in, you have to pay for answering the phone, and the price is half of the call. Yan Buwen left the phone number of the "Little Daily" is the phone here, when I went to the newspaper boss was not there, so I left a phone number, and the address, hoping to receive a call, it has been a long time, I asked the boss of the telephone room, and no one called. I could only wait, and I didn't listen to the time I was waiting to continue writing, while Yu Wan looked at the magazine with relish.

The story on the magazine was too attractive, Yu Wan looked at it slowly, and for the sake of comfort, his legs were still crossed on the table, which greatly affected Yan Buwen's writing.

"Don't be so stingy." Yu Wan saw Yan Buwen's unkind eyes, and hurriedly put his feet down and smiled. Although she is a girl, she has never looked like a girl, from being adopted by her master until she was fifteen or sixteen years old, if she didn't develop by herself, she might not be able to wear a belly pocket. And when I first came to the tide, I was scared half to death, fortunately Aunt Wang next door has experience, otherwise I might really die, Yu Wan thought of this, smiled shyly, looked at Yan Buwen brushing and writing, and read it all his time, and the afternoon time was very pleasant.

After reading it for a short time, Yu Wan fell asleep with the magazine in his arms. Yan Buwen covered her with her clothes, this room had no sunlight penetrating in, and it was very cold. Finally, by four o'clock, the phone in the room rang. Yan Buwen immediately answered the phone, and after being polite there, he expressed his intention. Yan Buwen woke up excitedly after hearing this: "It's successful, it's been asked for by them, and it's a thousand words, a very good price." ”

Now as long as you can make money, it doesn't matter what you do, you have to put down your shelves in Shanghai to ensure that you don't starve to death.

"What?" Yu Wan rubbed his eyes, slept for a long time, and his head was a little dizzy.

"By the way, there's one more thing, their newspaper lacks two reporters, are you going to go?" Yan Buwen said, this is also a job, although the money is not much, but at least it can be stable. What I have to do now is to find a way not to starve to death.

"Journalists? What journalist? "Yu Wan was confused.

Early the next morning, Yan Buwen prepared a pile of 5,000-word manuscripts, and Yu Wan was also ready to go out with Yan Buwen. I have to apply for a job as a reporter today, this is Yu Wan's first job that does not rely on stealing to make money, Yu Wan is also very happy, for the first time, if you can support yourself, you don't have to rely on stealing every day.

"How's this job?" Yu Wan asked excitedly, "What am I going to wear?" ”

Yan Buwen and Yu Wan are both wearing cotton jackets, very earthy, the reporter has to ask for a vest if he doesn't say anything, and he wears too earthy turtles, and many rich and powerful people will not see them.

"That's enough, it's not a big newspaper, we can't interview people with too high status, this outfit is enough." Yan Buwen said with a smile, in fact, Yan Buwen didn't think so in his heart, mainly because he didn't have money, and if he had money, he could buy a suit.

"Okay, you will be my deputy in the future, you have to go wherever I want you to go." Yu Wan tidied up his clothes, ordinary but very stylish.

Walking all the way, the rickshaw was reluctant to sit, and the two of them walked for nearly an hour before they came to the newspaper office of "Little Daily".

"Wait, the boss is inside."

"Ah, how do you look at it, how shabby, it's just a big iron box, and there are several small rooms divided into it." Yu Wan came in and complained once, this newspaper is inevitably too cold, if it wasn't for its closeness, maybe it wouldn't have chosen it.

"It's really broken." Yan Buwen couldn't help but use his newspaper office in the Shanghai concession compared with the one here, the newspaper office in Shanghai was very modern, the decoration was very luxurious, and as soon as he entered, he felt that he had entered a large company. And this "Little Daily" is very copycat, and even a few small newspapers that Yan Buwen knows in Shanghai can't compare, at best they are only engaged in some piracy business.

But after a while, the boss inside came over, and he was very happy to see Yan Buwen and Yu Wan, and hurriedly asked, "May I ask who is Mr. Longgu Long?" ”

Yan Buwen said: "I am, hello." ”

"I have admired the name for a long time, I have admired the name for a long time, I really felt very good when I saw you yesterday, so I hurriedly called you here, I hope it is not too late, you haven't signed a contract with other newspapers yet."

"Nope." Yan Buwen saw him so polite, presumably the newspaper office was really at a critical juncture.

"That's good, that's good, let me introduce myself first, my name is Song Xindeng, and I am the boss of this "Little Daily". This is Mr. Longu, who is this? Song Xindeng looked at Yu Wan on the side and asked.

"My name is Yu Wan."

"Then let's sign the contract without further ado, according to the price of a thousand words and five corners, as long as Mr. has a manuscript, we will buy it out, how about it?" Song Xindeng believed in Xiang Shuai's vision, and directly came to hand over the manuscript with one hand and pay the money with the other.