daily drama

Chapter 54 Contribution

Brother student dormitory.

Room 110.

"Mr. Ted."

Matthew had eaten the sandwich, and he was in a trance at the moment. He didn't realize that the young Ted in front of him was not a 'sir' or a 'teacher' at all, and he still looked at him nervously.

"Wow."

Ted sniffed, showed a clear look, and jokingly said, "Someone is eating a sandwich."

"what?"

Matthew was horrified and said, "No, no, I don't even know what a sandwich is like. My parents will donate a lot of money to the school."

Ted:  …

dong dong.

"Hi, I'm Adam and I live next door in room 111."

Adam knocked on the door, and when he saw that the two of them were the faces he remembered, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hi Adam, I'm Ted."

Ted is wearing glasses, a little handsome, and his expression has no future 'affectionate romance'. At the moment, he looks relatively young and shy. Adam knows that the main reason is that the other party has not been scumbag.

Without enough opponents, naturally he can't fade away the greenness, and he has developed his own 'affectionate and romantic' routine.

"Matthew."

Another tall, nervous boy squeezed out a smile.

"Hi, Matthew."

Adam greeted warmly.

Adam admires Matthew more than Ted.

Different from the 'affectionate romance' trained by Ted Zhalang, this silly big man in front of him is the true soulful romance.

I only love one woman in my life.

There is only one woman in my life.

Even if he fantasized about other women, they were all old in the fantasy world. After the death of his lover, he was saddened and was pushed down and comforted by the nurse who took care of him.

The real hand that holds the child grows old together with the child.

Zhou Shuren said: Bad people don't like to be good people, but they like to be friends with good people.

Adam was convinced.

"Don't worry, Ted isn't a teacher, he's your new roommate."

Seeing that Matthew was still nervous, even though Ted put the salute on the top bunk and said that the top bunk was his, Adam understood the power of the American specialty sandwich, and reminded him kindly.

"what?"

Matthew then looked at Ted in surprise: "Aren't you a teacher?"

"When did I say I was a teacher?"

Ted complained: "Brother, how many sandwiches have you eaten? Eat less, there is a welcome party at night."

"I didn't eat much."

Matthew let it go, Han smiled and took out the unfinished sandwich that he had hidden, and handed it to Adam and Ted: "You also have a bite?"

"No thanks, I don't touch this kind of stuff."

Adam waved his hand and firmly refused.

Just kidding, of course he can't touch this kind of cancer that the capitalist country can't control.

"Neither do I."

Ted also pretended to wave his hand, but in a blink of an eye he pulled out a bigger sandwich from his bag and laughed, "Because I have better ones."

"Good job, buddy."

Matthew immediately became even more excited, pointed at Ted with both hands, and laughed straight, with the intimacy of a fellow man.

"..."

Adam's mouth twitched, and he said to himself, "No wonder the two of them can become iron buddies. The hobbies are the same... Forget it, don't mix it up, go and contribute."

"I have something else to do, I'll go first."

"Dude, remember the welcome party at night. I heard that there were a lot of beautiful girls there."

Matthew reminded loudly.

Adam gave the two a thumbs up, decisively flashing.

Random House.

Headquarters building.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

As soon as Adam entered the lobby, the lady at the front desk greeted him warmly.

"Well, who should I ask for the submission?"

Adam smiled brightly.

"Sir, it's amazing that you are a writer."

The lady at the front desk sincerely praised: "You can go to the seventh floor to submit manuscripts. The editorial department is there. The editor-in-chief of Cerf is just here. Sir, your works must be very wonderful. I can't wait to see your works published."

"Thank you, you won't be disappointed."

Adam skillfully dealt with the enthusiastic young lady and took the elevator to the editorial department.

hall.

"I'm also here to contribute..."

"Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"Then please post your work, and we will have someone responsible for checking it."

"But how did that person get in just now?"

"He has an appointment."

"..."

A middle-aged man with a pot belly walked out of the hall in frustration and muttered: "Damn it! Now it's all about looking at the face when writing novels. What kind of novels does he know as a little boy, so he looks a little more handsome. Take the initiative to let him go through the back door, hum! Today you ignore my love, and tomorrow I want you to be too high."

seventh floor.

Editorial department.

Office of Editor-in-Chief Jack Cerf.

dong dong.

"Please come in."

"Hello, Mr. Cerf."

Adam pushed the door in and smiled at the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk: "My name is Adam Duncan. I'm a student at Columbia University. I wrote a novel and I want you to straighten it up."

"Oh, it's a college student."

Jack Cerf smiled, not seeming to be displeased by Adam's sudden visit.

The reason, of course, is not because of Adam's mediocreness, but because Adam first showed his identity, a college student.

Columbia is an Ivy League school and is located in New York. It has the greatest influence in New York, and the United States is a society where elites hold groups. The alumni associations of elite schools are one of the pillar forms of elite groups.

Are those strong people who are lying in famous schools for the sake of learning those profound theoretical knowledge?

Do not!

of course not!

Most of them are too lazy to take many courses in high school, not to mention the more boring and difficult university courses. The most important purpose for them to go to university, especially a famous one, is to make high-quality contacts.

Zhou Shuren said: The four irons of life are to carry guns together, go through the window together, separate the dirt together, and light to the light together.

The alumni of the famous American schools who will play in the city almost completely fit these four criteria. Therefore, the identity of a student of a famous school can first make people look up to you, and they will not be too lazy to listen to you.

Because there is no guarantee that you will know someone big now or in the future.

30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

The American people also understand this principle, but only if you are a graduate of a prestigious school.

Otherwise, it is basically not a counter-attack flow, but a comedy flow.

"The first clown of the Lord of Mysteries?"

Jack Cerf took the manuscript from Adam, turned the pages, and smiled noncommittally: "It's still a series of novels, wait a minute, I'll read it first."

Adam nodded and sat there quietly, waiting for the other party to review the manuscript.

after an hour.

"What about the back?"

Jack Cerf closed the last page, asked subconsciously, then thought of something, and smiled casually: "As a novice, it's not bad, by the way, where did you write it, is the first one finished?"

"of course."

Adam nodded. "But I think we can talk about publishing first?"

(End of this chapter)