Facing Jax's question, Xiao Huangmao said, "It's not a big problem. My travel diary will be published soon. This kind of book is the most popular in Vazuan. I will have a lot of money soon."

"Think about it, Mr. Jax." Ezreal said in a seductive tone, "You have already completed the most troublesome steps ahead, why do you need to do the less troublesome but most critical part next?

Why settle for the next best thing because of a trivial financial issue?"

Eventually, Jax was convinced by Ezreal,

On the one hand, this is because he is unwilling to fool around with the most critical aspect of the investigation report, and on the other hand, it is because he also believes that Xiao Huangmao's travel notes should sell well.

According to Ezreal, his travel diary will be divided into two volumes. The first volume is "Twenty Thousand Miles of Yellow Sand", which travels in the desert, and the second volume is "Dark Green Ocean" which travels through the rainforest.

, as a witness to the journey, after reading through Ezreal's notes, Jax had to admit that the content was very detailed and the story was very exciting. Compared with the works that Vazuan was selling, it was completely overwhelming.

advantages.

Therefore, with the mentality of not being fooled, he decided to wait for another month or two, and after receiving Xiao Huangmao's royalties, he hired Wazuan's senior firm to issue a feasibility report on the new trade route.

In this way, Jax waited for three months in Wazuan, and Xiao Huangmao's royalties had not yet arrived.

Confused, Jax found Ezreal and asked him what was going on, and then received a piece of news that was a bolt from the blue:

Xiao Huangmao’s travelogue was rejected!

"This is just a technical adjustment..." Ezreal said helplessly, but still very confident, "I just need to polish it a bit!"

"Are all the editors in Vazuan blind? Even if it's just a manuscript, your travel notes are ten thousand times better than the junk on the market - wait, what is this?"

"This is the seventh edition of the manuscript."

"You wrote it?"

"yes."

"..."

Holding the seventh edition of the manuscript that Ezreal was planning to submit, Jax covered his face in pain as he looked at the narcissism and meaningless rhetoric that almost overflowed from the lines.

No wonder I had to submit the manuscript!!!
Chapter completed!