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The Daily Bugle published "Treasure Island" the next day. At the end of the article, Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and a well-known journalist in the United States, wrote a review himself.

"This golden age has never lacked talented young people. Rick is such a young man, and he will open a new chapter. A woman who doesn't keep her word will eventually regret it, and she will be eliminated by the times."

The next few days were calm, and the serialization of the novel did not sell out the newspapers. Ms. Sage did not roar in rebuttal. Everything was just so peaceful and calm.

Rick went from paying attention to sales every day to slowly becoming calm and indifferent. He accepted the idea that whether a work is a hit or not depends on the right time, place, and people. No matter how good the work is, it is possible that it will not be popular. No one can guarantee that it will be popular, even if they have a clear idea of it.

In the editor-in-chief's office half a month later, Editor-in-Chief Jameson still had his cigar in his mouth, as confident as ever.

"Child, aren't you disappointed? Such a good work has no one interested in it."

Rick carefully kept a smile on his face.

"I was really disappointed in the first two days. I even dreamed that I became a great writer. Everyone was crazy about my works. But I felt much better yesterday morning. I was sitting in the restaurant eating soft fried eggs. An old man at the next table was quietly reading the story of 'Treasure Island' to his grandson. The child listened very seriously. The old man read very seriously too."

"Editor-in-chief, I guess the copyright of this novel may not be worth one million in twenty years."

Rick said with a smile as he sat across from Editor Jameson. A puff of thick cigar smoke rose up, enveloping the editor in chief.

"Hahahaha, nothing is absolute in this world. Maybe one day you will use $100,000 to buy back the copyright of your own work. Keep working hard and hurry up to write your second work. The Daily Bugle will always need young works."

Jameson looked inscrutable. After hearing this, Rick handed over the manuscript of the new book neatly.

"Editor-in-chief, please check this. This is what I have already written."

Rick bent down to serve the powerful, and the editor-in-chief took the dozen of scraps of paper with dignity.

"A Study in Scarlet? It sounds like a scary story."

Ten minutes later, Mr. Jameson seemed to be still. He held the cigar in the same position without moving. Twenty minutes later, Mr. Jameson spit out the cigar butt in his mouth, looked up at Rick who was in a daze, and then looked down at the manuscript again.

"How long will it take to finish this work? I know you only took seven days to write the story of that island."

Jameson stared at the young man in front of him seriously, and his eyes began to focus.

"Just one more week, editor-in-chief, don't worry. The outline is complete."

Rick was lying with his eyes open. Where did the plagiarist get the outline?

That afternoon, Secretary Linda came in with the contract again, and Jameson and Rick looked at it carefully again. The difference was that this time there was only a serialization agreement, and Jameson did not mention the copyright issue. The serialized royalties were much higher than last time, so at least Rick could have an extra bacon and egg for breakfast.

Editor Jameson also asked his secretary Linda to clear out a workstation with partitions for Rick in the office area, and strongly urged him to start writing updates on the spot.

The next morning, readers were surprised to find that the Daily Bugle had published a new story in the story section that had been stopped for three days. At the beginning of the article, editor-in-chief Jameson once again wrote a bold statement.

"A new era of literature has arrived. Rejoice, my readers. Welcome your king."

This time, Rick didn't pay attention to newspaper sales.

Seven days later, at night, there was a large swimsuit party in New York Harbor. Young elites from all walks of life gathered here, dancing madly to the music, drinking high-end champagne like water, and countless young models showing off their talents. No one cares how much it costs, because Mr. Shi is paying for all the consumption tonight. It is said that this gathering (trouble) is because Mr. Tony Stark is angry with Mr. Howard Stark.

In the corner of the party, Ms. Potts was bored and waiting for the farce to end. She needed to accompany her troublesome boss all the time and solve some small troubles for him every morning, such as some fools who firmly believed that they would marry into a rich family.

On such a boring night, in an era without smartphones, the gossip newspapers on the bookshelf next to you became a good pastime.

[Playboy has gathered all the cover models for the first half of the year. . . . . ]

Let's take a look at another one.

[An unforgettable night between a wealthy young man and our reporter. . . . . ]

Changing it.

[In order to deal with the huge threat of polar bears, Stark Group dismissed the main members of the Ark Reactor design team.]

Changing it.

[Welcome your king...]

"Um?"

"A Study in Scarlet?"

"Well, let me see what you've researched."

In the noisy background, a quiet and focused figure appeared particularly abrupt, even if this figure was sitting in the corner.

However, when the host of the party took a microphone and used a subwoofer to continuously call out to the quiet figure, the contrast became even stronger. The most surprising thing happened: the quiet figure did not respond to the subwoofer's call at all.

"Hmm~~~~~"

"Hello? Hello? Bang bang~~"

"Pepper?"

"Are you OK?"

"Answer me."

The exciting music suddenly stopped, accompanied by a slightly panicked call from a playboy.

"Everyone, get out of the way."

Huahua Dashao and his friends sped up and came behind Pepper. He gently pushed the girl in front of him.

"Oh!!! Tony? The party is over?"

As she spoke, Pepper once again focused her eyes on the newspaper.

"Ah~~~Pepper, is there any stock information here? Which stock do you want to buy? I can help you raise the price."

Tony was ignored by Pepper like never before, and he felt like a puppy abandoned on the roadside. The night was suddenly a little cold.

"Tony, be good. Go play your game. Don't hang around here. Watson is...Oh, you actually stole my newspaper. You bastard, if your father wasn't my boss..."

Pepper exploded on the spot, helpless and furious. But Stark just held the newspaper and refused to give it to her, looking happy.

"Let your dear boss see what kind of evil information has deceived you. Oh, today's Daily Bugle. What is this? I am sixty years old and sincerely invite heterosexual partners. Price is negotiable..."

Tony feels like his IQ is in arrears (￣┰￣*)

Pepper took the opportunity to snatch the newspaper back and pointed at the back and yelled.

"Ah~~ you bastard, I saw the other side. And this is the end of the story. You need to look at the first page of the newspaper over there."

Pepper rolled her eyes in anger, and Stark shrugged his shoulders in a mean manner.

"Hahaha, okay. My bad. DJ!!! Keep playing~~~~Keep dancing~~~~~"

"Which one is the first one? This one? Let me see. Blood words? Nothing special..."

"I'm looking at the second one, where did you put it?"

When the party was at its hottest, the host quietly sat in the corner and started reading a newspaper. Slowly, the music faded away, and everyone was curious about what Stark was reading.

Whatever it is, give me a copy right away. What if Mr. Shi talks to me about the contents of the newspaper and I can't answer?

So the servants brought a lot of newspapers, and the newspapers were passed from person to person throughout the beach party.

Turn your attention back to the protagonist.

I have to say, it was a pleasant evening.

Today, while typing at the Daily Bugle, editor-in-chief Jameson found Rick and told him to bring his press card and camera tonight. There is a super party in New York Harbor, which is suitable for young reporters to accumulate experience, and he raised his eyebrows and gave you a look to understand it yourself.

Rick immediately understood the good intentions of the old editor, and set out to check out the party with a pile of old newspapers.

It cost him ten dollars to get the staff to acknowledge he was a reporter. I spent twenty dollars to find out what was on tonight. I spent thirty dollars to get the party attendee list (including the contact information of the young models). Successfully applied for the position of on-site waiter at a wage of $5 per hour. I wonder if Ms. Linda can use the public account to get reimbursed. . . .

The first half of the party was so exciting that no one noticed that there were many newspapers with the first chapter of "A Study in Scarlet" scattered around the scene. In the second half, Rick began to enjoy the food, wine, and beautiful scenery. (p≧w≦q)

He finally realized that he was overthinking. Editor-in-Chief Jameson just wanted him to play around. The whole party was vulgar and full of the smell of money.

"Pah. Vulgar."

Rick picked up a lobster and harshly criticized these vulgar tastes while taking a sip of rotten grape juice that was a hundred years expired

. The young reporter sighed silently, I was more sunny yesterday. This is not the life I want.

"Hey, do you want this pudding? Can I take it?"

A hot blonde wondered loudly.

Rick looked back at the blonde in a bikini and was stunned. He was so shocked. In the past, he had only seen her through a screen.

"You can take whatever you want. The kitchen will restock it soon."

He swallowed lightly and answered calmly.

"Thank you, I'm Barbara. What about you, Mr. Reporter?"

The blonde beauty actually asked politely.

"Rick Smith."

Rick answered politely but awkwardly. When a bikini beauty is actually standing in front of you, where should you look to be polite?

"Well, nice to meet you too, Rick."

The beauty turned and left gracefully. Rick was revived with full health, and he felt that he was able to do it again. After reflecting on his performance just now, he thought...

I must be hungry. I am thinking after keeping warm. Hmm? What kind of food is that? Each grain is crystal clear and exudes the evil smell of capitalism. Get out of the way. I want to criticize it severely. Is there any grape juice that is expired for a hundred years? I won't drink it if it is not expired.

In the shadows in the distance, the blonde beauty Barbara covered one ear with her hand and whispered, "Potential threats eliminated. I repeat, threats eliminated. The target is not carrying any weapons. After sneaking in, he placed ordinary Daily Bugle newspapers all over the venue. The content of the newspapers is his published serialized novels. Although the specific content has not been checked, the threat has been basically eliminated. This should be a young man who is trying hard to find opportunities."

"Okay, enjoy the party tonight."

A confirmation command came from the headset. Barbara looked at the newspaper at her feet and picked it up. When faced with a young reporter with dreams, as a cautious agent, should you check whether the content of the newspaper is reasonable?

"A Study in Scarlet?"

At this time, Stark ran onto the stage from a distance, kicked the DJ away, and picked up the microphone.

"Pepper? My Pepper? Little Pepper?"

"Pepper? I see you, Pepper??? Pepper???"

"Hmm~~~~"

"Pepper, are you okay??? Get out of the way. Get out of the way."