Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

After another five days, Xia Yu wrote another 230,000 words of manuscript, plus what he wrote before, a total of 420,000 words.

But at this time, Xia Yu was no longer in the mood to write.

He had waited for so many days and there was no news. His small note was clearly placed at the top. According to his estimation, it should have been reviewed long ago. Five days was enough for them to come to the news, but now there is no news.

He doesn't believe that "Looking for Qin Ji" will be buried. After all, the quality is there, and as long as you watch it, it can't be buried.

"Unless... that person didn't even look at it because of my age." Xia Yu suddenly thought of a possibility, and combined with that person's attitude, the more he thought about it, the more likely it became.

"I don't have so much time to waste, let's go and have a look. If you really don't pass it, then I will also take the novel back and think of other ways!" Xia Yu calmed down and thought about it, and then set off for "Oriental Daily" ' headquarters.

Once again, outside the building of "Oriental Daily", Xia Yu walked directly inside, found the office, knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hello, has my novel draft been reviewed?" Seeing that the middle-aged editor was having tea with a younger man, Xia Yu walked over and asked straight to the point.

Seeing Xia Yu coming again, the middle-aged man took his eyes back and continued to talk with another person. He pointed to the pile of manuscripts in a corner and said, "No, take it back by yourself!"

After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't even look at Xia Yu, and continued chatting with another person.

Seeing the neglected attitude of the middle-aged editor, Xia Yu's heart lit up, but he didn't bother to argue, it was the loss of the Oriental Daily that he didn't like "Xun Qin Ji", it was just a waste of his time for so many days, this is damn!

It's better to get the original manuscript back first, after all, it took four days of energy!

Xia Yu walked into a pile of manuscripts, searched quickly, and finally found some wrinkled manuscripts underground. He didn't say much, picked up the manuscript and put it back in his schoolbag, gave the middle-aged editor a cold look, and then nodded. I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to waste time to say a word.

For those who treat him coldly, why should he lower his temper, there is absolutely no need for him!

I have to say that Xia Yu's completely different attitude from the other people who were typed made the two people chatting in the office a little stunned. Then the middle-aged editor felt a little humiliated in front of his colleagues, and snorted coldly: "Pujiezi, you can't even learn to write novels as a human being."

While scolding Xia Yu, he didn't think about it, it was he who didn't know how to be a man first!

"Oh? He's only fifteen or sixteen years old, so he came to write novels. I want to see what he wrote." Another younger man said, with a smile on his face, he was a little curious. What is the young man writing? It is the first time that he has the courage to write a novel at such a young age.

The young man's attitude made the middle-aged editor a little unhappy, and said demeaningly: "There is nothing to see, and the Qin Dynasty is written without learning history. The protagonist seems to be called Xiang Helong, a modern person, and what is going on in a mess? ."

Seeing that the middle-aged editor was a little unhappy, the young man stopped talking about it. After all, he was also an editor, and the middle-aged editor's qualifications were also older. There was no need to make trouble because of this small issue, so he immediately changed the topic.

It's just that the young editor thought to himself: "Modern people travel to the Qin Dynasty, it's interesting, just this one point, I want to see it, but unfortunately he took back his manuscript..."

...

Speaking of Xia Yu, after walking out of the "Oriental Daily" building, he clenched his fists, threw it hard, scolded a few times to vent, and then thought about the problems he was facing now.

"You can try Ming Pao before the "Oriental Daily", but it's been nine days now. And there is a precedent for the "Oriental Daily", and it is not certain that the "Ming Pao" will look down on others, there is this risk , If you waste another five or six days and still fail to draft, it will be troublesome!"

"and,

As a newcomer, the remuneration will definitely be suppressed very low, maybe only 10,000 words or 20, even if the highest 1,000 words are 20, 400,000 words are only 8,000 Hong Kong dollars, the funds are too small, it is difficult to do it in a short period of time. Some business out. "

"In this way, submitting articles can't solve my problems. Moreover, I suddenly don't want to publish "Xun Qin Ji". It's a big loss. Only by running it myself can I eat all the benefits. If I have a newspaper myself, it will be completely You can publish it yourself, hey!" Xia Yu thought a little unwillingly. Although "Looking for Qin Ji" came easily, Xia Yu would not waste its value.

Qualified merchants will fully mine the value of a commodity until it is drained!

I have to say that it seems to be influenced by other memories, and most of those memories are the memories of top elites and capitalists, so Xia Yu unconsciously thought about things in this direction and turned in the direction of a qualified capitalist.

However, this is a good thing!

"Now, we have to find a way to obtain an initial capital in the shortest time and complete the primitive accumulation of capital!" Xia Yu murmured.

"Think about it again and see if anyone has a memory that matches the current situation." Xia Yu thought as he got on the bus.

Memories kept jumping in his mind, and when he was about to get home, Xia Yu finally found the way he wanted.

As soon as he got out of the car, he roared excitedly, and then quickly ran towards a canteen.

"Boss, bring me a set of dice and a deck of playing cards!" Xia Yu said directly to the canteen boss.

The owner of the commissary was an old man. He pushed his glasses and looked at Xia Yu, who had a look of excitement on his face. He shook his head, took out a pair of dice and a pair of cards and handed them to Xia Yu. After collecting the money, The boss couldn't help but exhort: "Beautiful boy, don't go gambling, gambling will ruin your family!"

"I see, thank you for reminding me, I bought it for someone else." Xia Yu glanced at the boss and said gratefully, then picked up the dice and poker and left.

Looking at Xia Yu's back, the commissary owner sighed and shook his head, as if to lament that a young man had gone astray.

Quickly returning home, Xia Yu took a bowl and went out. The sound of shaking the dice at home was too loud and would be discovered by his parents, causing unnecessary trouble.

When he came to an open space, Xia Yu closed his eyes and recalled his memories and experiences. When he opened his eyes, he seemed to have a different temperament. He put the bowl on the dice board and shook it quickly.

At the beginning, Xia Yu always shook his head, but after a while, a smile appeared on his face. Every time he opened the bowl, the numbers were very interesting, there were 3 1s to 3 6s, or 123 straights. Wait a minute, I can shake whatever I want, just like the god of gamblers in the world.

After that, Xia Yu took out playing cards and started playing again. The more he played, the more proficient he became. His shuffling skills became more and more tricky, and his fingers became more and more flexible.

After the cards were dealt again, the poker was turned over, and it was three aces!

"Hahaha!" Xia Yu laughed out loud, his eyes full of confidence, and the troubles of so many days were completely vanished.

"Thanks to the master's memory, I didn't expect that there was a gambling master living in that hotel. This is all for me! Haha!"

Seeing that it was getting late, Xia Yu put away the dice and poker and walked towards the house.

ps: I didn't follow the routine. I feel that copying books and submitting manuscripts to earn manuscript fees is too conventional, and the protagonist also suffers. How can the protagonist do things that suffer, and it will make everyone unhappy, so I will change it. I hope everyone is satisfied.