Restart the Flying Age

　　 "Okay, okay~" An Rong was excited, and curiously said: "You can do photography? How can you do everything?"

　　 "Tell you a secret..."

"Um!"

　　 "Actually I am..." Wu Tao deliberately sold it.

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

"I am the reincarnation of Wenquxing!" Wu Tao said with a serious face, loudly, "I was born with a natural vision, the fourth star of the Big Dipper was extremely shiny! And the imprint on my body also has distinctive characteristics. 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 those with fingers like a pen and a mole as black as ink must be reincarnated for Wenqu!"

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

　　 An Rong was safely sent to the district government compound. Wu Tao turned around and returned to the dormitory of the water conservancy station, put a red plastic bucket, went to the old-fashioned hand-pressured well in the yard, punched a bucket of clear well water, and brought it back to the room. Fill a thermos, plug it in, and it's almost burning.

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

　　 The two manuscripts that were posted today are a bit of a throwaway. The purpose is to prove one's earning ability, but 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 of an article has been paid for several months now. Is it a loss? With so much material in your mind, are you completely blind? Even the hard-honed writing styles in previous lives can't be used?

　　 write, I must write! Wu Tao slapped the table, not only to write, but also to maximize the benefits, and write famous!

　　 An ideal is necessary, what if it is realized?

　　 If you really get a place in the entertainment circle, the benefits will undoubtedly be great. For example, Han Han, such as Guo Xiaosi, all of them are masters who make a lot of money.

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

　　 This means that his published articles must not only have a ‘qualitative’ eyeball effect, but also a ‘quantitative’ scale effect.

　　 This is not difficult!

　　 Let's write down the precious materials in your mind first, whether it is the impressive chicken soup text or the popular jokes, write down all of them.

　　 A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. What a shame if you forget it after a long time?

　　 was very busy until early in the morning when he put down his pen and got up to relax. Looking at dozens of materials and outlines, my heart is finally at ease.

　　 took a hot bath and then went to bed contentedly.

　　 woke up the next day, it was another beautiful day. Breathing the fresh air, and An Rong passed by the bean bag shop happily.

　　 The chubby lady boss greeted: "Would you like to have some today, the beef and bean buns just out of the pot?"

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

　　 A bowl of original hot and sour soup was eaten, and 36,000 pores all over my body woke up from the sleepiness of early summer. An Rong's lips were rosy with pepper, and her white palms kept fanning the hot scent from Tan's mouth.

　　 heartily!

　　 Wu Tao paid the money and pulled An Rong away from the snack bar. An Rong’s small face suddenly stretched, “Every time you rush to pay, how many times your living expenses are enough to eat breakfast? People are not happy to see me like that.”

　　 "With a man here, 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 be hungry for myself."

　　 "Macho!" An Rong pursed her little mouth.

　　 Back to school, the rumors and whispers are still fermenting, and I can't help being pointed out wherever I go.

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

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

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

　　 Wu Tao ignored her. She has such a temperament. If you say it nicely, it is called hate and hatred; if you say it badly, it is a mediocrity.

　　 "When will there be results for your contribution?" Zhao Li's tone was a little impatient.

　　 "At least two weeks."

　　 "Then I am going to die alive?" Zhao Li looked stunned, unable to accept the answer.

　　 Wu Tao looked back, good fellow, the violent ups and downs and turbulent waves on his chest seemed to be really angry.

　　 "It's useless for you to regenerate gossip. When its heat passes, it will naturally die out." Wu Tao, who is used to Internet hotspot events and various hype cases, said.

Zhao Li’s tone was fierce and urgent, “Now it’s not just about gossip. Someone has set up a gambling board on whether your manuscript can be accepted! So before you submit the article, I’m afraid this matter. It’s not that easy to calm down."

　　Wu Tao disagrees~www.NovelMTL.com~Who is so boring, what is the fun of this game? "

　　 "He himself voted 100 yuan as a guaranteed bonus. It's only a day's work, betting that the deposit that you can't pass the draft has reached 180 yuan."

　　 In a middle school where the per capita living cost is only 5 yuan per week, 180 is not a small number.

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

　　 "If you lose, you will be fully compensated. If you win, all deposits and guaranteed bonuses will be divided proportionally."

　　 Wu Tao knows that the little troubles in the school will not bother to calculate the odds. Such an algorithm is simple and clear. It's just a bookmaker who can come up with 100 yuan as a guaranteed bonus. This is really not small.

　　 "How much is the deposit for betting I can post the manuscript?" Wu Tao asked with interest.

　　 "Only 20 yuan!" Zhao Li said dejectedly.

　　 Wu Tao finally remembered, "Isn't this TMD aimed at me?"

　　 "Of course it is for you!"

　　 "Who did it?" Wu Tao couldn't figure it out for a while. What kind of hatred is this, that can make the other party pay 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-off family, it's just a pity that the people are a little too thin, as thin as a stick, a fair face ruined by an inverted triangle face.

　　 It seems that when he set up this game, he regarded himself as a love rival and hated him.

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

　　 When Zhao Li saw Wu Tao's meaning, it rained and cleared on his pretty face, which showed that he had confidence in himself!

　　 "Just leave it to me, Dong Yangyang sits at the bank, I must supervise him, lest he secretly manipulate the gambling game!"