Rebirth of the Strongest Tycoon

　　 Five more days later, Xia Yu finished the manuscript of 230,000 words, plus the previous writing, the total is 420,000 words.

　　 Only at this time, Xia Yu is not in the mood to write.

　　 He waited for so many days and there was no news. His small explanation was placed on the top. According to his estimation, it should have been reviewed long ago. Five days were enough for them to get news, but now there is no news.

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

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

"I don't have so much time to waste, let's go and check it out. If it's really not, then I will get the novel manuscript back and think of other ways!" Xia Yu calmed down, thought about it, and set off to the Oriental Daily "'S headquarters.

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

　　 "Hello, have my manuscript been reviewed?" Seeing that the middle-aged editor was having tea with a younger man, Xia Yu walked over and asked straightforwardly.

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

　　 After finishing talking, the middle-aged man did not even look at Xia Yu, and continued to chat with another person.

　　 Seeing the attitude that the middle-aged editor ignored, Xia Yu's heart became angry, but he was too lazy to argue. It was a loss for the Oriental Daily that he didn't take a look at "Xun Qin Ji", and it was just a waste of his many days that he was damned!

　　 I'd better find the original manuscript first, after all, it took four days!

Xia Yu walked to a pile of manuscripts, searched quickly, and finally found some wrinkled manuscripts underground. He didn't say much. He picked up the manuscript and put it back in his schoolbag, gave the middle-aged editor a cold look, and then headed. Going out without going back, don't want to waste time saying a word.

　　 For a person who is cold-faced to him, why should he go and whisper, it is completely unnecessary!

　　 I have to say that the very different attitudes of Xia Yu and the other people who were drafted made the two people chatting in the office a little surprised. Then the middle-aged editor felt a little embarrassed in front of his colleagues, and snorted coldly: "Pump on the street boy, you can't even learn to write novels as a person."

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

"Oh? Seeing that he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, let's write a novel. I really want to see what he writes." Another younger man said with a smile on his face. He was a little curious. What did the young man write? It was the first time he had met him who had written novels at such a young age and had the courage to contribute.

The young man’s attitude made the middle-aged editor a little uncomfortable. He said demeaning, “What’s so beautiful? If you haven’t learned the history well, write about Qin Dynasty. The protagonist seems to be called Xiang Kelong. A modern person, he’s still doing things through, messy. ."

　　 Seeing that the middle-aged editor was a little uncomfortable, the young man stopped talking about it. After all, he was the same editor and the middle-aged editor had older qualifications. There was no need to make trouble because of this small problem, so he immediately changed the subject.

　　 is just a young editor thinking to himself: "Modern people have traveled to the Qin Dynasty. It's interesting. I just want to see this point. Unfortunately, he took the manuscript back..."

　　……

　　 Let's talk about Xia Yu. After walking out of the "Oriental Daily" building, he clenched his fists, flicked hard, vented a few curses, and then thought about the problems he was facing now.

"You can try the "Oriental Daily" in Ming Pao, but it’s been nine days now. And there is a precedent in the "Oriental Daily", and it may be possible that Ming Pao will look down on people and have this risk. , If another five or six days is wasted and the draft is not enough, then it will be troublesome!"

"Moreover, as my newcomer, the author's remuneration will definitely be suppressed very low. It may only be ten thousand words, even if the maximum thousand words is 20 or 400 thousand words, it is only 8,000 Hong Kong dollars. The funds are too small and it will be very short in a short time. It’s hard to do a career."

"Calculating this way, the submission can no longer solve my problem. Moreover, I suddenly didn’t want to publish "Xun Qin Ji". I was at a loss. Only by running my own business can I eat all the benefits. You can publish it yourself, hey!" Xia Yu thought unwillingly. Although "Xun Qin Ji" came easily, Xia Yu would not waste its value.

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

　　 I have to say that it seems to be affected by other memories, and those memories are mostly those of top elites and capitalists, so Xia Yu also unknowingly thinks about problems in this direction, turning to the direction of a qualified capitalist.

　　 But this is a good thing!

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

　　 "Think more seriously and see who has memories that fit the current situation." Xia Yu thought as he got on the bus.

　　 Memories kept jumping in his mind. When he was almost home, Xia Yu finally found the way he wanted.

　　 As soon as he got out of the car, he yelled in excitement, and then quickly ran towards a small shop.

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

The owner of the commissary is an elderly person. He pushed his glasses and looked at Xia Yu with excitement on his face. He shook his head, took out a pair of dice and a pair of cards and handed it to Xia Yu. After collecting the money, The boss couldn't help but exhorted: "Beauty, don't go gambling, gambling will ruin the family!"

　　 "I see, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Thank you for reminding me that I bought it for someone else." Xia Yu glanced at the boss and said gratefully, then took the dice and poker and left.

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

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

　　 came to a clearing, Xia Yu closed his eyes and recalled his memories and experiences. When he opened his eyes, the whole person seemed to change a different temperament. He covered 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 a bowl, the numbers were very interesting. There were 3 1 to 3 6s, or 123 straight. Wait, you can shake almost anything you want, as if the **** of gambling is alive.

After 　　, Xia Yu took out his playing cards and started playing again. The more he played, the more proficient he became, the more and more tricks he shuffled, the more flexible his fingers, and the ability to issue special cards every time he was dealt.

　　 After the cards were dealt again, they opened the poker, and there were three aces!

　　 "Hahaha!" Xia Yu laughed loudly, his eyes full of confidence, and the troubles of so many days disappeared completely.

　　 "Thanks to the memory of the master, I didn't expect that there is a master gambling player living in that hotel. This will make me perfect! Haha!"

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

　　Ps: I didn’t follow the routine. I feel that copying and submitting manuscripts is too cliche, and the protagonist also suffers. How can the protagonist do something that suffers, and it will make everyone unhappy, so I change the way and hope everyone is satisfied.