"Editor-in-chief, someone is here to contribute!" Russell, the editor-in-chief of the New York Post, had just arrived in the office that day, and the secretary reported to him.

"Contributions? Submit him to Evan and them, what are you looking for me? Russell replied angrily.

"This person was recommended by Evan because this person is very special, and his manuscript is also very special!" The secretary explained.

"Oh? How special is that? Russell asked casually.

The secretary replied while handing over the manuscript in his hand: "This Mr. Tony Monet is a survivor of the Titanic, and his novel is precisely about the sinking of the Titanic." ”

"Huh? Didn't they all sign a non-disclosure agreement and couldn't reveal the details of the shipwreck? Why does this guy dare to write a novel? Russell asked, puzzled.

The secretary hesitated for a moment and then replied, "I don't think the White Star Company will have any objections to this novel, just look at it." ”

Russell glanced at the secretary, then took the manuscript and began to read it, fortunately, the novel is not particularly long, and Russell is also very professional in reviewing manuscripts, and he roughly finished reading it after reading it for more than ten minutes, and then he knew why the secretary said that the White Star Company would not have objections to this novel, because this novel perfectly meets the recent public relations requirements of the White Star Company, and the reason for the shipwreck is brushed aside, and whether it is the crew or the first-class passengers, they are all gentlemen of the water, and the positive energy is not good!

So Russell said to the secretary very excitedly: "Quickly, quickly invite this Monsieur Monet to me, I have something very important to discuss with him." ”

That's right, this contributor is Monet, and the novel he wrote is actually textualizing "Titanic", but he is very confident that with the popularity of the Titanic at this time, it should not be difficult for this novel to be published, as for the choice of "New York Post" because he found that the "New York Post" has the largest whitewashing power among the slightly larger newspapers recently, which is obviously related to the White Star Company or is just collecting money, so why don't you vote here for this novel with a clear banner and positive energy?

Therefore, when he received the invitation of the editor-in-chief, Monet followed the secretary over without surprise, and when he saw Monet coming, Russell said to him very enthusiastically: "Hello Mr. Monet, I have just finished reading your masterpiece, and it is very well written and very touching!" This novel is going to be finalized in the New York Post, and it will be serialized the day after tomorrow, but I want to step up the propaganda campaign and arrange for a reporter to do an interview with you, and you don't have to worry about the content of the interview, I will let them write it and send it to you, can you think it? ”

In fact, this is Russell's purpose to meet Monet, otherwise if he just receives a serialized novel, he doesn't need the editor-in-chief to come forward in person, as for the interview, don't look at what he said, in fact, I want Monet to do a retell as a survivor according to their requirements, so that he is worthy of the advertising fee given by the White Star Company.

Monet naturally would not refuse this request, but before accepting it, he still asked: "Of course this is no problem, but I want to ask about the manuscript fee ......"

Before Monet could finish speaking, Russell waved his hand and said, "Five hundred dollars, what do you think?" ”

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Editor-in-Chief!" Monet thanked again and again.

"Mr. Monet, you look in a good mood today!" Seeing Monet in high spirits after returning home, Wendy asked curiously.

"Because I made a lot of money today, let's go out for a good meal!" Monet replied excitedly.

"Thank you so much, but can you teach me how to make money? I went out to look for a job in the past two days and found that only those factories that make clothes are recruiting female workers, but that kind of work is so tiring that I really can't do it! Wendy pleaded, and a bold idea popped into her head.

"Actually, I was just lucky enough to make a fortune, and I didn't find a stable and well-paid job." Monet scratched his head and replied.

"Oh? So what did you really make money today? Wendy asked, puzzled, but at the same time the bold idea in her head faded away.

"You may not believe it, I wrote a novel and submitted it to the newspaper, and it is estimated that you will be able to read this novel in the New York Post as soon as tomorrow and the day after tomorrow at the earliest!" Monet explained.

"Oh my God! It turns out that Tony is not just a painter, but also a writer! Wendy exclaimed.

Monet waved his hand and said, "I'm not a writer, I just wrote about the process of our death this time." ”

"Huh? Didn't we sign a confidentiality agreement and can't say anything about the process of this death? How dare you write? Wendy asked, puzzled.

"Because I didn't write it according to the truth, what I wrote was what they wanted to see, and the reason why I chose to contribute to the New York Post was because the New York Post had something to do with the White Star Company."

Then he changed the conversation and said: "Of course, in fact, I didn't tell a lie, I just described a love story in a big way, and brushed over the plots that the White Star Company didn't like." ”

Wendy suddenly realized, "Oh, I see, you're so smart! ”

Monet modestly replied: "It's just a little clever, let's go, let's go out for a big meal!" ”

Both of them were very happy at this meal, but on the way back, Wendy suddenly stood on the side of the road and did not move, and just as Monet wanted to ask her if she was uncomfortable, she suddenly ran to a noble lady and pointed to a dog with shiny fur that she was holding and asked, "Mrs. Tommy, is this—Is this Bobby?" ”

Mrs. Tommy glanced at Wendy, and then replied enthusiastically, "Oh, it's Wendy, I'm glad to see you again, yes, it's Bobby, it's rare that you remember it." Okay, I still have something to do, we'll talk about it next time. With that, he walked away.

But Monet noticed that Wendy was still staring at Mrs. Tommy's back with a strange look, so he asked curiously, "Wendy, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Poppy was on the ship at the time, and you tell me, how did it survive?" Wendy asked coldly.

PS: Five hundred dollars in 1912 was basically equivalent to the annual income of an average worker, and he had to work more than sixty hours a week.

PS2: In addition, continue to ask for favorites and recommended tickets, it is just a gesture for you, but it is very important for this book!