Brother! This is the adoption certificate. I don't want your sister-in-law!

The money is enough to last for a while, but it's not enough for my sister and me to have a happy life.

But Su Xiao knew all too well the meaning of "sitting idle and eating away one's fortune".

He had seen too many people fail because of this in his past life.

When you have food in your hands, you feel like the sky won't fall. But when the food is gone, you realize that the sky really can fall.

Three thousand six plus fifteen thousand equals nearly twenty thousand yuan.

In 2005, that was enough for the two siblings to live comfortably for a while.

But Su Xiao is a very greedy person.

He wants to start his own business and make more money!

This is the 2005 year.

Before the internet was widespread, Nokia dominated the mobile phone market, and newspapers and magazines were in their golden age.

The newsstands on the street were filled with all kinds of magazines, each selling for several yuan, and they were still in short supply.

For now, Su Xiao wants to stay at school and accompany her younger sister while still being a student.

Therefore, a part-time job that can provide stable income is necessary.

Su Xiao walked down the street, asking at each shop.

Restaurants don't want him, supermarkets don't want him, construction sites don't want him.

I was rejected five or six times that afternoon.

Of course, he was not discouraged.

After all, he was just casually asking about this kind of shop. In this age where money is everywhere, doing manual labor is a waste of life and time.

He asked these shops simply to see how accepting this era is of high school graduates entering the workforce.

It's obviously not very friendly.

He sat on the steps by the roadside, unscrewed a bottle of water, and took a few gulps.

Just as I was wondering where to go next, my eyes were suddenly drawn to an old building across the street.

The exterior walls are gray, with some peeling paint. The sign at the entrance is not large, with white background and black lettering that reads "New Vision Weekly" magazine.

Next to the sign was a red job posting, the words of which were printed and much more formal than handwritten ones.

"Urgently Hiring: One Editor. Base salary + article fees, 200 RMB per article, plus 25% commission on each article. Requirements: Strong writing skills, keen sense of topic selection. No specific educational background required, ability preferred."

No educational background required?

Prioritizing ability?

Su Xiao's eyes lit up immediately.

It wasn't the kind of light that gradually brightens up; it was a sudden, instantaneous flash, as if someone had flipped a switch in his brain.

He was a college student in his past life.

With low academic qualifications and poor cultural background, I can never hold my head up in front of those graduates from 985 and 211 universities.

But he later worked in the internet industry, figuring out what news was sensational, what headlines were attractive, and what content would entice users to click.

He knows it all too well!

In 2005, newspapers and magazines were just emerging, and everyone was still honestly writing headlines like "This newspaper reports that yesterday in our city...", which were as bland as plain water.

But what he had in his mind was the traffic code that would be verified by millions of people in later generations.

Shocking narrative, suspenseful narrative, contrasting narrative, emotional hooks.

What's this called?

This is called a dimensional reduction attack!

Su Xiao crossed the street and went inside.

The first floor is a small reception hall, where seven or eight people were already standing.

There were men and women, some wearing shirts and trousers, others wearing glasses and carrying folders—they looked like they were there for a serious job interview.

Su Xiao squeezed in and stood in the corner, carrying only a backpack and not even bringing a resume.

A boy wearing glasses next to him glanced at him, his gaze lingering on him for a moment.

Su Xiao's delicate features clearly indicate that she is still a high school student.

The boy's lips curled up slightly, revealing an undisguised contempt.

"Are you here to apply for an editor position as well?"

Su Xiao nodded.

The bespectacled man smiled and exchanged a glance with the person next to him; the meaning in that glance was...

These days, you see all sorts of people; even high school students are applying for editor positions.

Su Xiao ignored him.

The receptionist handed out a stack of forms for everyone to fill out. When it was Su Xiao's turn, she glanced at him, said nothing, and gave him a form as well.

Su Xiao leaned against the wall and wrote furiously.

Name, age, and education level.

He paused for a moment when he got to this section, and then wrote two words neatly: High School (currently enrolled).

The bespectacled man next to him peeked over and almost burst out laughing.

"Are you currently in high school?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the people around him to hear: "Hey bro, did you come to the wrong place? We're hiring editors, not warehouse workers."

The girl next to him laughed, not in a malicious way, but in a snickering way that said, "This kid is really funny."

Su Xiao didn't look up, filled out the form, and handed it in.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, a man in his forties came out of the office inside.

He was wearing a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair was a little messy, he wore black-rimmed glasses, and he was holding a stack of resumes in his hand.

Editor-in-Chief.

He glanced at the job applicants present, his gaze lingering longest on the few young men in suits.

"Those whose names are called, come in for an interview."

They went in one after another, and came out one after another.

When they came out, their expressions were not very relaxed. Some frowned, some shook their heads, and some huddled together discussing in hushed tones.

"He asked me about several research topics, and I didn't answer them very well..."

"Me too. He said my ideas were too old-fashioned and lacked originality."

Su Xiao sat in the corner, listening quietly.

"Su Xiao".

The receptionist called his name.

He stood up and walked into the editor's office.

The office was small, with bookshelves crammed with magazines and books, and a pile of manuscripts spread out on the desk.

The editor-in-chief sat behind his desk, holding Su Xiao's application form in his hand, staring at the "High School (currently enrolled)" column.

He looked up and sized Su Xiao up and down.

Yes, he does look like a high school student.

The editor-in-chief placed the application form on the table, leaned back in his chair, and spoke in a tone that was neither harsh nor very polite.

"You're a high school student? Applying for an editor position?"

"Yes." Su Xiao stood in front of the desk without sitting down.

The editor-in-chief smiled, the kind of smile that says, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you even know what editors do? They don't come to your school to put on bulletin boards. This is a legitimate publication, with a print run of over ten thousand copies per issue, distributed throughout the city. You're just a kid who hasn't even grown up yet, what do you know about topic selection? What's the value judgment of a manuscript?"

There were two other job applicants sitting nearby, both of whom I had seen outside earlier: a boy wearing glasses and a girl in a dress.

The two people sat upright on the sofa next to Su Xiao, looking at her with an expression that said, "I told you you couldn't do it."

"Alright," the editor-in-chief waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly, "Go back now, don't waste our time."

Su Xiao did not move.

He stood there, silent for two seconds, then pulled out a few already written drafts from the table next to him, and picked up a pen from the table.

"Give me a minute."