"Where are you going?" said Roman, seeing Doug put on his coat, and asked a very poor question.

Doug carried a civilization stick in his left hand, lifted a small suitcase in his right hand, hunched his head and smiled at Roman, "Go to where you work, New Haven Daily." ”

Roman didn't continue to ask "what do you want to do", the sentence just now was enough to embarrass her. She bit her lip, leaving a tooth mark on her face, and she wanted to see what this hateful creature in front of her was going to do.

She bit down the cap of her pen with her teeth, opened the notebook, and seemed to jot down something as she went.

It's her way of relieving stress.

Reporter, no matter what you have to do, don't you have to remember?

The city of New Haven is not big in Doug's opinion.

But it's not small in Connecticut, in New England, or in the United States as a whole.

The New Haven Daily News, though in Doug's view, is just a small workshop lacking sufficient professionalism.

But Roman, who even graduated from the University of Missouri, doesn't think the New Haven Daily is small.

Moreover, the more the media that takes money, the more they like to advertise themselves as fair, objective, and third-party.

Although Roman was very passive by Doug's initiative, she was not stupid.

She looked at the leather case that Doug was holding in his right hand and guessed that it was money.

She thought of Doug's rough style before, and she had already figured out that this guy planned to use money to corrupt the daily newspaper!

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have a few broken dollars! We at the New Haven Daily News will not change our position because of a few broken dollars!" Roman shouted.

Doug looked at the distance of pedestrians around him, and he said in a voice that was only large enough for two people to hear, "Anton sent you to concoct my news, and this is also the position you have always adhered to?"

"That'...... It's just your imagination! Our editor-in-chief and our president are very principled people!" Roman argued.

"Then let me see how principled your newspaper is!" Doug smiled disapprovingly.

His chuckle made Roman very unhappy.

Newspapers, editors, reporters, everything related to journalism, all things sacred to her. It is the beacon of her life, the torch of her life.

She does not allow anyone to vulgarize what is sacred in her mind.

Especially vulgarization with money!

Doug, who seemed completely oblivious to the emotion of the reporter lady beside him, walked to the door of the New Haven Daily News.

The old man who was guarding the door saw him dressed like this, and Roman was still followed by him, so he didn't stop him and let him in.

"Why don't you let him in!" said Roman to the old janitor.

"He looks like a gentleman, not a bad man. The old man argued.

"Whoever is dressed must be a good person?" Roman dropped this sentence, and hurriedly locked his eyes on Doug and chased after him.

She wants to prevent this guy from doing something even more out of the ordinary.

Doug broke into the interior of the daily newspaper, and although no one knew him, no one stopped him.

In this day and age, dress is a sign of status.

Even if they are journalists and are exposed to a lot of things every day, no one would think that a person who can put a decade of income on the body of an ordinary worker will be a liar.

In this way, Doug easily touched the president's office.

When Roman chased in, she happened to see Douglas open the door to the president's office. By the time she trotted over, most of Doug's body had already entered the president's office, and Roman had no time to stop him, so he had to follow in.

"Are you?" said Mr. President with some surprise when he saw Doug open the door and come in. But when he saw Roman coming in after him, he immediately changed his words and said, "You're Doug Claydon!

The editor-in-chief next to the president also looked towards the door.

Instead of speaking, Doug opened his small suitcase and pulled out a wad of money and placed it on the table.

After the release, he still didn't say anything, just silently looked at the director of the New Haven Daily News.

Now, it is a period of rapid development of print media in the United States.

Due to traffic restrictions, there has not yet been a major newspaper giant that can cover the whole of the United States in a timely manner.

A small daily newspaper has a high threshold, and the price of a mechanical typewriter for newspaper typesetting is enough to turn the vast majority of people away.

Although the competition has been a little fiercer lately, judging by the smoothness of the New Haven Daily Journal's skin, the days are still very moisturized.

The moist daily newspaper naturally looked down on the small pile of bank bills that Doug put on the table.

"Don't think that you can influence us with money!" said the president.

Doug smiled, took out another wad of money from his small suitcase, and placed it next to the pile just now.

"Mr. Claydon, our magazine has always adhered to the concept of objectivity and impartiality, and it is not good for you to break into the door like this. Be careful what you do now, as Roman writes about in her reporting. ”

The editor-in-chief was much more tactful, threatening Doug while throwing the pot at Roman.

Roman, a newcomer in the workplace, has not paid attention to the mystery in the editor-in-chief's words.

I don't know that her top boss is a well-known "non-stick pan" in New England.

She also said, "I told you a long time ago! Don't try to defile our souls with money!"

Doug didn't speak, and continued to put another wad of money on the table.

The three stacks of Black Eagle Bank bank bills worth ten dollars in front of him already have three hundred dollars.

The New Haven Daily Newspaper, the money from selling newspapers and advertisements, combined, is no more than this amount of profit in a month.

And the monthly turnover, like a line, represents the threshold of the president of the New Haven Daily.

He looked at the money and said, "Mr. Claydon, I understand your feelings about your image. If you have any demands, you can tell us now. ”

It's just that after he finished speaking, Doug still didn't speak.

He was silent.

Silence continued.

The air is getting duller.

Stacks of bank notes on the table were piled up like a hill.

Before you know it, it has already exceeded the earnings of the New Haven Daily in a year.

But...... A year's worth of gains, though there may be so much. But there were expenses all the time, and it was the first time he had seen so many bank notes besides in the bank.

The pressure is overwhelming.

The president of the New Haven Daily newspaper looked at the money on the table, glanced at the small suitcase that Doug put on the ground, swallowed his saliva, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Your Excellency Doug, do you want to buy our daily newspaper......? I don't sell ......"

"With dignity!"

Roman gave a thumbs up to the president's backbone.

However, before she could give her thumbs up, she heard the president say, "You can let me do anything except sell magazines!"

On Roman's side, there seemed to be the sound of something shattering.

As Roman tried to glue her broken heart together, Doug's disapproving voice came from him.

"That's human nature. ”