Wang Qianqiu was quite annoyed by Zhao Mingshun's rejection—are you actually looking down on me?
But still, as classmates, they could say whatever they wanted, and he couldn't take it personally. Besides, Zhao Mingshun did have some resources.
Wang Qianqiu glanced at Feng Jun, "Lao Feng, can I bring in external help? Someone not from our Chinese department?"
"Of course you can," Feng Jun replied casually, "I even welcome experts, but I must emphasize one point: if you don't get a ranking, the most you can get is that two hundred thousand...those half-hearted papers won't get you a single cent, so think carefully."
"Hey, listen to you," Wang Qianqiu seemed a bit puffed up, "half-hearted? Do I look like someone who only aims for two hundred thousand? I'm aiming for one point two million!"
"Then do your best," Feng Jun waved his hand, "if you do well, I'd even dare to give you twelve million..."
