Chapter 14 The Ideal Is to Have

"Okay, okay~" An Rong was overjoyed, and asked curiously, "You can also take pictures? Why do you know everything?"

"Let me tell you a secret..."

"Um!"

"Actually, I am..." Wu Tao made a fool of himself on purpose.

An Rong chased him and asked, "What are you, tell me quickly..."

"I am the reincarnation of Wenquxing!" Wu Tao said sonorously with a serious face, "I was born with a vision, and the fourth star of the Big Dipper was extremely shining! And the marks on my body also have distinctive features. Look at this finger, Does it look like a pen? Look at the mole on the back of the hand, is it as black as ink? The ancients said that if your finger is like a pen and the mole is as black as ink, you must be the reincarnation of Wenqu!"

"Uh ha ha ha..." An Rong finally couldn't help bursting out laughing, "I almost believed it!"

After delivering An Rong safely to the district government compound, Wu Tao turned around and went back to the dormitory of the water conservancy station. He took a red plastic bucket to the old-fashioned hand-pressed well in the yard, took a bucket of clear well water, and carried it back to his room. Fill a thermos bottle and plug it in until it's hot.

Back at the desk, he couldn't help thinking about writing the manuscript.

The two manuscripts submitted today are a bit like throwing stones to ask for directions. The purpose is to prove my ability to earn money, and also to save some funds for the follow-up farmhouse plan.

But if these two articles are accepted, and get a good salary. So what's next, do you still write?

Do not write? The manuscript fee for an article is equivalent to several months of salary now, isn't it a bit of a loss? There is so much material in my head, is it all in vain? Even the writing skills honed hard in the previous life are useless?

Write, definitely write! As soon as Wu Tao slapped the table, he not only wanted to write, but also wanted to maximize his benefits, so that he could write something famous!

Ideals are necessary, what if they are realized?

If he really gets a place in the entertainment industry, the benefits will undoubtedly be great. For example, Han Han, such as Guo Xiaosi, all of them are masters who earn a lot of money.

Withdrawing his scattered thoughts, Wu Tao habitually turned the pen. The explosion of the entertainment industry is still too far away. All he can do right now is to make his pen name appear frequently in famous periodicals and magazines, so as to gain popularity and influence.

This means that the articles he publishes must not only have a "quality" eyeball effect, but also have a "quantitative" scale effect.

It's not difficult!

Write down the precious material in your mind first, whether it is an impressive chicken soup article or a popular joke, write it down.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. What a pity if I forget it after a long time.

He was so busy that he didn't put down his pen until early in the morning, and got up to relax. After looking at the materials and outlines of dozens of articles, I finally feel at ease.

Take a hot bath and go to sleep contentedly.

Wake up the next day, another beautiful day. Breathing the fresh air, I happily passed the bean bag shop with An Rong.

The fat proprietress greeted: "Would you like some freshly cooked beef and bean buns today?"

Wu Tao glanced at An Rong and declined with a smile. Then I walked into a small shop next door and ordered two bowls of hot and sour soup and three fried dough sticks.

After eating a bowl of authentic hot and sour soup, the 36,000 pores in my body woke up from the sleepiness in early summer. An Rong's lips were rosy from the pepper, and her white palm kept fanning the hot breath from Tan's mouth.

Hearty!

Wu Tao paid the money and pulled An Rong away from the snack bar. An Rong's small face suddenly stretched out, "You are the one who rushes to pay every time. How many times do you have enough living expenses for breakfast? People are not happy about being so alien to me."

"With a man around, how can I make a girl pay for it?" Wu Tao took it for granted, "Don't worry, grandpa gave me a lot of nutrition this time, so I won't starve myself."

"Machismo!" An Rong pouted.

Back at school, the rumors were still fermenting, and no matter where I went, I was always pointed at.

Wu Tao simply stayed in his seat and continued yesterday's composition strengthening plan. During the day, he didn't leave his seat except for eating and going to the bathroom.

Until the extracurricular activities in the afternoon, Zhao Li came back from outside angrily.

"I'm so mad, it's really deceiving!"

Wu Tao ignored her. Her temper, to put it nicely, is called jealousy; to put it badly, it is mediocrity.

"When will your submitted article have results?" Zhao Li's tone was a little impatient.

"At least two weeks."

"Aren't I going to be pissed off?" Zhao Li was stunned, unable to accept the answer.

Wu Tao looked back, good guy, the violent chest heaving and choppy waves seemed to be really angry.

"It's useless for you to get angry about things like gossip. When the heat of it passes, it will naturally die." Wu Tao, who is used to seeing hot events on the Internet and various cases of hype, said so.

Zhao Li's tone was full of urgency, "Now it's not just about gossip, but someone has set up a gamble on whether your manuscript will be accepted! So before the results of your submitted article come out, I'm afraid this matter It's not that easy to calm down."

Wu Tao didn't take it seriously, "Who is so boring, what's the point of this kind of game?"

"He invested 100 yuan himself as a guaranteed bonus. It's only been a day, and the deposit for betting that you won't pass the draft has reached 180 yuan."

In a middle school where the per capita living expenses are only 5 yuan per week, 180 is not a small amount.

"How to play?" Wu Tao felt a little interesting.

"If you lose, you will lose all. If you win, all deposits and guaranteed bonuses will be shared proportionally."

Wu Tao understood that the small fights in the school would not bother to calculate the odds. Such an algorithm is simple and clear. It's just that the banker who can take out 100 yuan as a guaranteed bonus is really big.

"Then how much is the deposit for betting that I can submit the manuscript?" Wu Tao asked with great interest.

"Only 20 yuan!" Zhao Li said dejectedly.

Wu Tao finally came to his senses, "Isn't this fucking game aimed at me?"

"Of course it's aimed at you!"

"Who did it?" Wu Tao couldn't figure it out for a while. What kind of enmity or resentment is this, which can make the other party pay for it out of their own pockets to set up a situation to humiliate themselves.

"Dong Yangyang!"

It turned out to be him, An Rong's crush. The second generation of a well-to-do family, but it's a pity that they don't look good enough, they are as thin as a stick, and their fair skin is completely ruined by the inverted triangle face shape.

It seems that he set up this game because he regarded himself as a rival in love.

Since you want to play, I don't mind playing with you. Wu Tao took out 10 yuan and said, "I bet that I can pass the draft, how can I bet?"

When Zhao Li saw what Wu Tao meant, her pretty face suddenly cleared up, which showed that he had confidence in herself!

"Leave it to me. Dong Yangyang is the dealer. I have to supervise him to prevent him from secretly manipulating the game!"

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