Chapter 15: The Editorial Department of Bosom Friends After a Long Drought

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

Zhao Li's enthusiasm for this gamble was unprecedentedly high, although she, An Rong and Wu Tao each contributed 10 yuan to put together the 30 yuan.

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

It's a pity that the effect is minimal.

After all, not everyone can casually take out 100 pocket money to give everyone a lottery like Dong Yangyang. The little money in most people's pockets is the hard-earned living expenses, and take it out to cast a gamble that must be lost? They are not stupid.

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

Among them, Yang Guangwei contributed 1 yuan, Tang Yan contributed 50 cents, and the rest were 40 cents and 30 cents.

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

Wu Tao looked at the account list 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 hands and sighed leisurely: "That's what I said, but the result is really embarrassing. You haven't seen Dong Yangyang's frightening vigor..."

Fast forward to Monday.

Jiangcheng, Zhiyin editorial department.

The editor-in-chief Hu Xunbi came out of the office aggressively, with a pair of single eyelids and small eyes showing a fierce look, holding the latest sample magazine in his hand, and slammed it in front of the deputy editor-in-chief.

"The content of this level can also be selected as the cover article? Are you planning to smash the brand of bosom friend?"

The deputy editor's name is Wang Chao, and he is a weak liberal arts man. He looks quite ancient, a standard literary youth.

Seeing the boss go crazy like this, Wang Chao felt guilty, but if he had to explain, he still had to say it.

"Editor-in-Chief, our requirements for the cover article are too high. It must be both storytelling and novel, and it must also extract the shining points of human nature to play an inspirational role. So many requirements are condensed into a two-page article. In the articles within a thousand words, every single word must be fine. Therefore, the number of submissions in this area has dropped sharply recently, and the standard has not improved. In comparison, this article can still make up for it..."

"Can this kind of thing make a living?" Hu Xunbi vetoed it with one word: "Immediately find an appointment with a famous columnist and replace this one."

"But today is already the 22nd, and the sample issue will be delivered and printed tonight, and it will be distributed the day after tomorrow." Wang Chao is in a dilemma: "The time is too fast, even if it is a famous artist, I am afraid it will be too late."

"Ask all the famous writers, and raise the price if it doesn't work. As long as the quality of the article passes the test, a thousand words and a thousand words are fine." After issuing the death order, Hu Xunbi turned and returned to the office.

Wang Chao suddenly went crazy. In desperation, he found the phone book of famous columnists and dialed them one by one patiently...

It was noon in a blink of an eye, and Wang Chao was about to collapse. He made nearly a hundred phone calls in the morning, his ears and neck were scorched by the phone, but he still got nothing.

These days, literati's nature is hard to change, and they are not easy to serve. When they heard that the manuscript could be provided within a day, they all shook their heads and expressed that they could not do it.

No matter how much money is given, because they say that articles need inspiration and accumulation, and it is not about money at all.

Wang Chao was so depressed that he couldn't even eat lunch. I went to the bathroom dejectedly, and when I passed the editing and editing room, I heard a catchy recitation coming from inside.

"A traveler was walking in the desert when suddenly a group of hungry wolves appeared behind him, chasing him and trying to devour him. He was shocked and ran like crazy, fighting for his life..."

Wearing an afro, Wang Chao stopped involuntarily, and stood quietly in front of the door, listening to the deep female voice continuing to read aloud. After a while, his depressed face suddenly brightened, and he rushed directly into the editing room.

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

"Where's the article you just read?" Wang Chao's eyes were as wide as a bull's-eye, covering Ye Yunfei like a mad wolf.

"Editor, you mean the story of a drop of honey?" Ye Yunfei said weakly: "This is the submission letter I just opened and read, and it hasn't been sent to the editorial department yet."

"Give it to me directly!"

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

"This person submitted two articles?" Wang Chao was quite surprised: "That's fine, just give them to me."

Holding the registered letter from Beijiang, Wang Chao returned to the editorial office as if he had found a treasure, and even forgot to go to the bathroom. Can't wait to open the letter, looking at the flowing handwriting, read word by word.

A moment later, there was a loud bang from the editorial department, accompanied by a crazy voice: "Good article, good article! The cover article is finally available!"

Overjoyed, Wang Chao immediately took the original manuscript and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office. He didn't even bother to knock on the door, and went in directly.

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

Wang Chao held the manuscript with excitement on his face: "Editor-in-Chief, the cover article is here, here we are!"

"Which famous artist's manuscript? Bring it to me to have a look!"

"Not a famous artist!" Wang Chao handed over the manuscript and said, "You will know it after reading it."

Hu Xunbi was not impressed by his deliberate trickery, "You won't just find another article to fool me, will you?"

"The editor-in-chief has sharp eyes, how dare I fool you? It's still the same sentence, just look at it." Wang Chao answered with confidence, neither humble nor overbearing.

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

This topic is very 'confidant'! With a good first impression, the always strict editor-in-chief Hu slowly relaxed his brows.

After a while, he put down the manuscript and pondered: "Yes, this article did not disappoint me. The writing is very in-depth, with both storytelling and novelty. I haven't seen such a philosophical manuscript for a long time."

"Editor-in-chief, there is actually an even more exciting article here, also written by this author."

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

A few minutes later, Hu Xunbi stood up, and said with piercing eyes: "This writer has great potential. Since he is not a famous writer, we will sign him first. He can write such in-depth and connotative articles, and Sending two articles at a time will definitely have great potential in the future.”

"Editor-in-Chief, I think so too." Wang Chao pondered and said, "But the author named 'Tao Sheng Is Still' didn't even have a phone number except to leave an address. Our sample of this issue will be published soon. I won't be able to contact you for a while, what should I do?"

Hu Xun must be moved, and took out the decision of the editor-in-chief: "Then send 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 as a columnist for this magazine, 1,000 words per thousand words; otherwise, 800 words per thousand words."

"Yes, I'll do it now!"