(The long-lost 6,000 chapters, if you talk about the title, this is more domineering.) ）

In a mansion in a wealthy area in the south of the Yangtze River, the sudden ringing of the phone broke the tranquility that should have been at this time, and the sound was endless, making people irritable and revealing an unspeakable anxiety at the same time, until a table lamp was lit at the head of the bed in a bedroom on the second floor, and the earpiece with a simple and exquisite design was picked up.

The time was more than two o'clock in the morning, the man who picked up the phone looked at his wife who continued to sleep after turning over beside him, and his frowning eyebrows were naturally irritable, he took the receiver and said, "En", and his tone brought a true portrayal of his mood, but the subordinates who would be silent after hearing his tone in the past were panicked enough at the moment, and if they didn't listen carefully, they thought that a big man spoke with a crying tone.

"President, you better come and take a look for yourself, there are no newspapers anymore......

"What did you say?" A moment later, there was a great deal of anger in the shock of his question, and the man got out of bed while questioning, his movements were not light, and his voice gradually became louder, and he ignored his wife's greetings when he was awakened, and he frowned and looked at the only window in the bedroom.

"Where's President Shin?"

Outside the window, a light broke through the night, "We, we can't find President Shen now, and the left-behind employees told us that the new president has decided to take a holiday today...... President, I've already sent a car, so why don't you come and see it yourself......"

'Wow'

The exquisitely designed microphone was slammed directly into the seat, and the man who was indifferent to his wife's questioning was fully awake, and even though the scene described on the phone was a terrible nightmare, he still put on his shirt in an orderly manner. Put on the tie, and the woman who was used to his attitude got up. I found the suit in my hand and followed my husband out of the bedroom door.

"Dongho and Youxi's study abroad procedures are done quickly. They're all too old to mess around anymore. ”

The man took the suit jacket and went out after speaking, even if his wife sent it to the door, he didn't say goodbye, the woman seemed to be used to his absolute status at home, and just nodded at the man's back, as if sending her children abroad was such a big thing, it didn't matter whether she agreed or not. The man walked through the delicately decorated garden, where a car was waiting outside the gate. The driver had already gotten out of the car and was waiting aside, and when he saw the man coming out, he immediately opened the car door.

"President." When the man got into the car, the driver bowed and said hello.

The Audi sedan quickly booted up, its bright lights speeding through the silent neighborhood, leaving nothing but darkness behind it. The man sitting in the car was silent, and after a moment he took out an old mobile phone, and his face was lit up by the misty light on the screen.

"He should have done it." That's the man's opening statement.

"What about you?" The voice on the phone didn't seem to be worried.

"I didn't expect him to attack Dawn directly, regardless of the understanding of the Korean ABC Association and relevant government agencies. But so blatantly, it's either too stupid or it's easy for us to bully. ”

"Maybe he's a bully when you're all over the place?" The man on the other end of the phone smiled, without the slightest sense of crisis in his tone, "What are you going to do?" You use your brain. I did my best to do dirty things, and since Lin Weiran, a little guy, has opened the market, there is no reason why we can't make him bankrupt. ”

"It's not like going bankrupt. But a lesson is necessary. On the other end of the phone is Quan Dong-geun, the current president of Dong-A Daily, and on the other end of the phone is Sun Pei Rongguang, the disciple of Han Mourning. Helping the black-rimmed glasses, which are already quite old, Jeon Dong-geun has always had no good impression of this partner's exaggeration.

"Lessons...... You say he's a woman? This little guy is also too ignorant of his own positioning. I went to stay in the gentle countryside for a few days, and when I came back, I wanted to find us for supper, and I didn't know that there was a limit to the height of the sky, and the young people just liked to take themselves too seriously. But I heard that Kim Jae-cheol went to that guy, will he do something in it this time? Pei Rongguang's voice is like his person, and he can imagine his rough appearance just by listening to his voice.

"With or without his involvement, let's just wait and see what happens."

Quan Donggen wanted to end the call after speaking, but Pei Rongguang's voice still came from the other end of the phone, "I heard that the woman is still an artist, who is it, you and I can find out with a little force." ”

Jeon Dong-geun frowned, "What do you mean?" ”

Pei Rongguang replied, "It's not interesting, I just want to say hello to this little guy, and it is said that the girl seems to be on the tip of Lin Weiran's heart, and I also want to see what she looks like." ”

Quan Donggen said solemnly: "This circle has the rules of this circle, if you want to continue to cooperate with me, you must be cautious in doing things." If a woman could influence the overall situation, Lin Weiran would not be able to get to where she is today. ”

Pei Rongguang disagreed: "That's why I said hello, this little guy has been in the limelight recently, and even Adjutant Zheng has a name." Shinhan Group? It's not a big deal, the foundation is not deep, the connections are not extensive, and what can be done is not a big man behind it? When I first met Adjutant Zheng, he didn't even get out of the car, and now he has come forward in person for this kid who is immersed in Gentle Township, I really want him to stand still, is there still a place for me here? ”

Jeon Dong-geun's tightly knit brows suddenly brightened, "You want Shinhan?" ”

Pei Rongguang's laugh came, "Can't you?" ”

In an instant, countless thoughts surged through Quan Donggen's mind, and after a period of silence, he said: "It's best to deal with it in a low-key manner." ”

……

When the day was bright, the man standing in front of the Shuguang Printing House was still looking at the street not far away, but the empty road was not to mention the car, and he couldn't even see the figure at this time, he was anxious and took out the cigarette case again, but had to face the embarrassment of being empty, his already pale face immediately distorted, and he clenched the cigarette case tightly in a rage, and then threw it to the ground.

Dong-A Ilbo sells more than one million copies a day in Seoul, and so much paper printing naturally requires the equipment of today's large printing houses, where the typeset news is sent in the form of data every day, and it takes nearly five hours of printing to meet the daily circulation of the newspaper. At five o'clock, the delivery company's vehicle arrives to pick up the daily newspaper, and regular subscribers and free newspaper supplies in public places must be loaded into the car at this time. But with the current situation seen by men, today's Dong-A Daily. It seems that the skylight is about to be opened in Seoul.

People are accustomed to it every day, and it is not strange to see it. Just habitually read newspapers suddenly disappeared...... This is a status quo that no one can imagine.

The man didn't know how many times he took out his mobile phone, and he already had a countermeasure to this absurd situation and wanted to report, but when he thought of telling the president, who had always been known for his strictness, he stiffened on the spot when he wanted to keep his job.

Fortunately, the car arrived.

When he saw the Audi appear at the intersection, the man seemed to see a savior.

"President."

"How's it going?"

There was a trotting from the door, and the man at the door was short of breath and said, "It was almost two o'clock when I received the news, but President Shen was not there, and the guard on duty only told us to rest today." I also called the vice president here, but according to him, he didn't know anything......"

The man's tongue suddenly knotted as a ray of sunlight reflected on his face, and when he looked behind him, he saw the dawn of his life.

"Go on."

Jeon Donggen's voice came, calm, as if it could calm people's hearts, but the rest of the time made the first man who discovered the abnormality desperate, and he immediately said anxiously: "President." I've contacted the printing houses near Seoul that are responsible for other areas and asked them to extend their night shifts, even if we contact the shipping company and ask them to pick it up there, even if they don't make it in time. We will also finish the distribution of the daily newspaper by noon......"

"With so many people working overtime, they can't complete today's distribution on time, do you know how much Lu Dao will lose?"

Jeon Dong-geun interrupted the man's words, and he hadn't finished listening. completely vetoed his countermeasures. Then Quan Donggen didn't say a word, but just took the man who was extremely eager in his heart into the printing house. Under the light of the incandescent lamps overhead, none of the printing presses that should be running at full strength at this time were working properly. The luster of the metallic inverted light was extremely dazzling at this time, and even if he saw this scene again, the man still felt dizzy.

"Where's the computer lab?" Jeon Dong-geun asked.

The man was stunned for a moment and pointed in the direction of his side.

Quan Donggen took a step, still not in a hurry, like a wise man with confidence, the man followed quietly behind him, and with the rhythm of this person, even the anxious state of mind was much calmer.

When he turned on the computer, the fan was buzzing, and the man was shocked on the spot when he saw Quan Dong-geun summoning the typesetting page of today's Dong-A Daily and personally deleting the large section of news that had been prepared.

"You're doing a good job, continue to contact the printing houses in the area around Seoul, and get the shipping company to help, and that's the news from Dong-A Ilbo today."

The man looked at the large line of letters on the white document and was immediately dumbfounded.

……

"Boss, bring me a copy of Dong-A Daily."

Hearing the question, the newsstand owner waved his hand, smiled apologetically, and explained as he had done many times before: "I don't know what's wrong with Lu Dao today, the person who delivered the newspaper hasn't arrived yet." ”

Seeing the customers walking away, the kiosk owner retracted his smile and sat down in the kiosk to raise his head, the wall clock on the wall pointed to exactly 6:30, it was the time to go to work, and there were more and more pedestrians on the street, this kiosk is located near the Myeongdong subway station, and there are customers who come to buy newspapers and magazines basically every minute. Letting the customers leave empty-handed again, the always kind newsstand owner couldn't help but complain in his heart, not understanding why there would be so many customers buying Dong-A Daily today, and not knowing why the people who delivered the newspaper to him were so late today.

"Boss, Dong-A Daily has arrived."

The voice from outside came in, but this news did not make people feel better, the peak of scattered sales had passed most of it, and now he couldn't sell so much if he sent it again. Because he let go of a lot of customers, the very angry boss walked out of the newsstand, and was thinking about reprimanding the newspaper delivery man who had cooperated with him for several years, but when he saw the pile of waste paper piled up on the ground, the whole person was stunned on the spot.

"What is this?"

"Dong-A Daily."

The newsstand owner boss raised his head with the expression of a madman.

The messenger shrugged and said, "I don't know what happened to the road, but it was like that when I got it at the dispersion station." ”

The newsstand owner looked at the stack of 'newspapers' again, and even crouched down to look at it carefully. The newspaper is composed of pictures and text, and most of the pages are also designed to relieve reading fatigue, but today Dong-A Daily is snow-white. It was even a little dazzling in the sunlight, and I saw the Korean characters written on the side of the newspaper. The newsstand owner turned around and saw only the word 'today'.

"Boss. I'm going to the next one. ”

The newspaper delivery person has long been surprised by this strange scene, all the way over, each newsstand needs him to pay more attention, let the newsstand owner sign the delivery certificate, the newspaper delivery person then rode on the electric car, just about to start, heard the question: "Today's Dong-A Daily so little?" ”

This question is not the first time I have heard this question, and the newspaper delivery person replied familiarly: "When I got it, there were so many of them, 300 copies per newsstand." Couldn't be more. ”

"Three hundred?" The newsstand owner muttered, looking back at the newspaper delivery man who had already walked away, and then brought the newspaper in.

The word 'today' on the snow-white page always echoed in my mind, and the boss took out a copy before distributing the goods, only to feel that today's Dong-A Daily was much lighter than usual.

Spread out to see the line, the newsstand owner's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned by this complete sentence.

'No Lies Today'

On the newspaper that was spread out to cover most of the body, there was only one sentence.

Rest. It's all a dazzling snow-white.

……

At the same time, the same scene is being played out in thousands of newsstands in Seoul, where the bosses are either stunned and stunned by customers, or they are quickly stocked in the hope of attracting customers. The bold will say a few words to others, and the timid one will simply put away all the daily newspapers and not take them out to meet customers at all. Meanwhile. Such a strange newspaper spread rapidly on the Internet, and first there were some strange pictures circulating on the Internet. Then there was the exchange of major portals, and it only took an hour to surpass the Cheonan incident to become the first in the search list. There are also more and more people who know the Tao.

From learning to talking, and from talking to acting, the public who are driven by curiosity is not just searching on the Internet, but many of them are verifying in the places where newspapers are provided free of charge in units or schools, or taking a collection, or witnessing the strangeness to show off to others, and it only takes a moment for the column belonging to Dong-A Daily to become empty again, and Dong-A Daily seems to have never been so popular since its inception.

It didn't take long for the major portals to publish all kinds of news, and the current situation of different opinions was finally led to start classifying, some reports said that this was in response to yesterday's Ministry of National Defense's investigation into the Cheonan incident, and some reports said that this was in response to yesterday's Foreign Ministry's speech on South Korea-US relations, a large newspaper with the second largest circulation in South Korea suddenly made such an unusual move, except for politics, no one here had any other speculation, but there is no doubt that ' 'No Lies Today' has become the biggest innovation of the Korean media in the past decade, and it is enough to go down in history in the history of Korean media.

More and more public opinion joined, more and more curious people joined, and unknown government agencies also joined, and chaos ensued as scheduled, and no one cared about the fact that the circulation of today's Dong-A Daily was much smaller than in the past, and the doubts raised by some people that this move was hype were also lost in many different voices, and became speculation that only a very small number of people lived.

Located in Zhonglu District, the entrance of the Dong-A Daily headquarters building is flooded, and there are reporters with ID cards everywhere, and every employee who enters and exits the building has to squeeze out a bloody road from here, and every employee who is questioned is similar to these reporters, and the truth is circled within a very small range, except for a limited number of high-level officials, even the editor-in-chief of Dong-A Daily himself is confused, but it is rumored that the editor-in-chief, who is famous for his literati temper, was stunned for three seconds after seeing this newspaper, Then he laughed as if he had lost his mind, and stunned everyone in the newspaper who wanted to know the truth of the Tao again, and finally just muttered that he had taught a good student in vain.

Only the old seniors who have stayed in this newspaper for more than ten years can know how high the editor-in-chief's students are now.

By noon, "No Lies Today" was already in full swing, and the Dong-A Ilbo, which was only available in Seoul, had disappeared from the market, and everyone wanted to collect a copy of such a novel newspaper, and there were more and more reporters in front of the Dong-A Ilbo building, and even a TV station had a broadcast van.

Unfortunately, until now, Dong-A Ilbo has not given any explanation for this move, the official website has been paralyzed after countless logins, and the hotline has been busy, and the reporters who have access to high-level mobile phone numbers have all returned in disappointment, because since the morning, these bigwigs who have not brought any news in the past have been cut off and scattered all over Seoul. The reporters who tried to get the news in the old-fashioned way of blocking the door of their homes also miscalculated, and only the news that smelled mysterious came from the freight company. For example, newspapers in all areas except Seoul are 'normal', and the reprinting of "No Lies Today" is carried out at a few printing houses far away from Seoul. The printing time is also not in line with the time required for normal release, and some well-informed people came to the Shuguang printing house with the closed gate and searched around, but they still could only return in vain.

In a conference room on the upper floor of the Dong-A Ilbo building, the emergency council had been in session for a long time, and Jeon Dong-geun remained silent amid the rebuke in the room, and the man who had followed him since yesterday was explaining in vain.

"It's an indisputable fact that the advent of smartphones has devastated the newspaper industry, because newspapers are cheap, and the more we sell, the greater the losses. Sales are only a benchmark for pricing our ad placements, not a measure of the impact of the newspaper......"

"We have achieved more publicity than any other form of publicity through a similar event, and the topics of hosting award ceremonies and making music are not at least one percent as ours, and it is a direct and positive publicity that can arouse widespread interest......"

The man's pale lips were sweating profusely, and in the face of the audience's questioning and reprimand, any explanation he seemed to be in vain, when he saw Quan Donggen typing this line on the blank page of the computer, the blood of the man's whole body was almost boiling, even if he knew that the Dao was not of much effect, he volunteered to join Quan Donggen's camp. Just for the sake of this line of small print that almost nothing represents.

'No Lies Today' is meaningless in itself, but it has meaning with the influence and founding purpose of Dong-A Daily, which has always been sharp-edged in its writing. They dare to criticize, and they are known for reflecting the voices of the opposition and intellectuals in South Korea, and some people have called them a gathering place for nameless moaning intellectuals. A better description would be the camp for angry youth.

It's just that in the face of the current chaotic situation, no one has been able to come up with a charter, and the directors have made a lot of noise because of the suddenness of the matter. Quan Donggen has been sitting silently on the side, and the man has no enthusiasm but no composure and calmness to solve the problem. Even if he called this operation the most successful self-promotion of the newspaper industry in the world, he could not prove it.

In fact, the gap between this man and Jeon Dong-geun is just that he didn't grasp the main contradiction, but as the president, Jeon Dong-geun has long been proficient in this way.

"Chosun Ilbo's daily circulation is 10 million copies, while Dong-A Ilbo's circulation is close to 3 million, and there has been a downward trend in recent years, while Chosun Ilbo's advertising revenue is already five times that of Dong-A Ilbo, and this number is still growing."

"In terms of political influence, although Dong-A Ilbo has a reputation of political conscience, most of the young people do not know what to do, the middle-aged people are flawlessly concerned, and the elderly will only denounce us a few times according to our reports.

Jeon Dong-geun stood up, walked to the podium, and said into the microphone: "After today, Dong-A Daily's advertising expenses will rise, and we will not be able to ignore our political influence even in the general election in a few years, what more do you want?" ”

The voice amplified by the microphone replied in the conference room, and the originally dissatisfied directors immediately looked at each other, although they seemed to be unconvinced by their expressions, but in the face of this fact, they could only choose to silence.

In this way, after the board meeting, which lasted all morning, and the propaganda department arranged the next various plans, Jeon Dong-geun returned to the office with the man who had only been in frequent contact yesterday. Remembering the excitement of seeing this sentence just last night, the man couldn't help but ask, "President, isn't this incident entirely an accident and propaganda itself?" ”

Quan Donggen glanced at the man, still expressionless, he waved his hand to let the man out, not only did he answer this question that could easily subdue his subordinates, but he did not have the consciousness and self-knowledge of the initiator.

Again, not too far away, another instigator who had no idea of contributing to South Korea's biggest media event since the anti-dictatorship was in the lounge as he listened to a petite woman playing softly and clapping loudly at the end.

In the face of Kim Tae-yeon, who can sing calmly no matter how many fans can sing calmly, she blushed when she faced Lin Weiran, she took off her guitar, and then leaned on Lin Weiran, and the small space was immediately rendered with a thick ambiguous atmosphere, I wanted to stay quietly like this, but I heard Lin Weiran suddenly say: "I'm going to tell you something next, don't be cranky and don't worry, because these are all in my plan." ”

Kim Taeyeon straightened up and asked, "What?" ”

Lin Weiran looked solemn at first, looking at Kim Taeyeon's nervous appearance, but she smiled, pinched the girl's face, and said easily: "It's nothing, it's just that I estimate that I will travel to the Securities Regulatory Commission, and then be a good person and be found out by the media to act as a profiteer who violates the law and discipline, and then, it depends on how far they cooperate with me." (To be continued.) )