The editor of the Bucharest newspaper Izvestia was a little nervous, and the reason for the nervousness was the man with two beards across from him. This person is not ordinary at first glance, his eyes are slender, giving people the feeling of squinting at people. The burly and muscular figure, as well as the posture full of alertness, seem to be able to attack others at any time.

"Sir Mikhaev, there are already people investigating our newspaper and thinking that our first report was instigated." The editor said tentatively.

"Oh? Isn't it up to you to decide what articles your newspaper publishes? Master Mikhayev said in a cold tone. Although he knew in his heart that the editor was referring to reports about the Chinese, as the big boss behind the local dynamic group in Bucharest, Mikhaev did not see any need to make a fuss.

Hit this soft nail, but the editor didn't give up. He continued to try, "Master Mikhaev, if you can help me with those troubles, or...... Or can you give me a little more and let me settle those people, and this matter should be fine. ”

Frowning, Master Mikhaev looked at the editor. Although Romania does not have a saying "a little white face does not have a good eye", there is a saying with the same content. These guys who play with pens see the money and dare to do anything if they give some money. But when they were asked to bear the consequences, they were intimidated. Regardless of what the editors think about the so-called "investigation", in Mikhaev's opinion, the matter can be fooled by the phrase "we are only writing news based on the information we get".

In order to buy the editors, Master Mikhaev gave a lot of money. According to the price code of a dynamic social group, as long as you take out 30%, it is enough to buy some guys who will not change their minds if they are killed. When the time comes, let these people admit the news they gave, and the editor will also admit that he wants to make a big news. Any problem can be easily solved.

Thinking of this, Master Mikhaev couldn't help but ask, "You used all that money yourself, right?" ”

The editor didn't expect Master Mikhaev to ask coldly, he did run out of money by himself, he wanted to buy some things for his family, he wanted to buy jewelry for his wife, he wanted to pay his children's tuition, let them go to church schools, and he had to try to dredge up some church relations, so that his children could become Orthodox priests with a possibility in the future, all of which needed money, a lot of money. This windfall only made the editor dare to try on the first step, and if he really wants to continue to push forward, he will need more money.

"What do you mean, Lord Mikhaev?" The editor asked.

There was no need to say anything more, and Mikhaev already understood what kind of person the editor opposite him was. He has seen too much of Mikhaev in the process of starting from a powerful local family, becoming an important member of the Bucharest Chamber of Commerce, becoming the behind-the-scenes boss of a dynamic local group, and having a great say in the field of animal husbandry in Romania. And without exception, this kind of goods have been eliminated in the cruel competition.

How dare such a scumbag ask for money from Lord Mikhaev? How dare you ask Master Mikhaev to wipe his ass? In response to the editor's request, Master Mikhaev just smiled calmly, "Who is investigating you?" ”

Hearing this, the editor of Bucharest Izvestia was relieved, and he hurriedly said: "Lord Mikhaev, it is said that the army of the kingdom sent someone to investigate me. From what I've heard, they seem to think that I have something to do with the kingdom's navy. ”

After all, the editor is a cultural person, and there is both nervousness and great excitement in his voice when he talks about these times. This attitude made Master Mikhaev frown, most of those guys who read books have such characteristics, as if being noticed can give them a great sense of excitement.

After taking out all the information of the editor, Master Mikhayev asked the editor to wait for news at home for the past few days. Then he sent the editor away.

The editor's house is a very petty bourgeois residence, and like those wealthy families, they are also single-family courtyards. If that could be called a courtyard. Tiny house, little front yard. This style of dwelling is crowded one after the other. Most of the residents are from the same background as the editor of the Bucharest newspaper Izvestia, with a little status, and only a little status. Far from the real ruling class.

As far as their homes are concerned, if they are in the mouths of vitriolic social critics, they will also be ridiculed as being unable to escape from the poor. No matter how much care you take care of in the front yard, even some rare plants are planted. However, at the back of the house, there are still two rows of houses, and there is a small aisle in the middle, through which garbage and other debris are transported. Although there is a wall in the direction of the house facing this small passage, few people have opened windows on this wall. Because there is always a bad smell in this passage.

Two days later, several dark shadows slipped through this passage to the back door of the house of the editor of the Bucharest newspaper Izvestia. Several of them stayed in the dark next to the back door, and one of them knocked on the door. When the editor opened the door, he saw only one person at the door, and heard the man whisper: "I am a man sent by Lord Mikhaev." ”

Now he relieved himself and let people into the house, and the editor quickly closed the back door. The man handed the editor a money bag, and just weighed it in his hand, and the weight was not light. The editor hurriedly opened the money bag, and looking at the gold and silver in the money bag, he couldn't help but smile. This money is enough to continue to open some joints and bring his son one step closer to the path to the Orthodox priesthood. As long as a son becomes a pastor, or even continues to move forward to become a higher-level priest, then the editor's family can be regarded as a real step to the sky. Of course, if you want to climb to heaven, the best staircase is paved with money.

Concerned too much about his family's future, the editor ignored the smell in the air. I didn't even notice that the man who came through the dark, dirty passage had deftly and unobtrusively walked around the back of the editor. The man took out a handkerchief from an aluminum box and leaned up lightly from behind, the handkerchief covering the editor's mouth and nose, while the man's other hand clung to the editor's hand and the money bag.

The handkerchief was an ether obtained from the friendship hospital established by China when it established diplomatic relations with Romania, and the entire Romanian capital also had a relatively large amount of this kind of goods in this hospital. It was used for surgical anesthesia, but other uses of it were discovered by high-level active social groups.

It didn't take long for the editor to be anesthetized. The man held his breath and let the editor limply fall. One of his hands was still gripping the purse tightly to keep it from falling to the ground. After making sure the editor was fully placed, the man opened the back door before the last bit of air in his lungs was drained. Several of his accomplices quickly slipped in.

Several of them were very experienced, and they were all busy with the crackling of typewriters. They carefully closed the back door and slipped out of the dark hallway. Finally in a safe place, the leader threw the money bag he had taken from the editor to the first of the brothers, "This is your hard-earned money." ”

After a lot of work, the well-deserved reward was given to several sturdy men with a simple smile on their faces. Several people quickly dispersed and disappeared into the lively crowd of Bucharest.

The wife of the editor of the Bucharest newspaper Izvestia did not return home with her children until the evening, and the seminary was a boarding school, and the lady and the children were dressed in the beautiful clothes they had bought, and they were very beautiful in their little circle. When I got home, my wife's excitement had not yet passed. As soon as she entered the door, Madame felt that something was wrong. There was a slight smell of feces and urine in the living room on the first floor of the small building, and when the lady went upstairs, she found that the smell was getting stronger and stronger. Searching for the taste, the lady found that the smell came from the ajar door of her husband's study.

Frowning and pushing the door open, the lady saw the chair lying on the ground, and her husband hanging high on the roof beam with a rope around his neck. Perhaps shaken by Madame's frightened screams. A soft mass of dirt stuck inside the trouser tube slid down and fell to the floor with a clatter.

The Bucharest Izvestia became a source of great news for other newspapers in Bucharest, and the editor committed suicide. There was an incomplete letter on the typewriter, on which the editor admitted that he had taken money from foreigners and fabricated the news. I had to seek relief under great inner pressure. There was also an open bottle of wine on the table, the inside of which was almost empty, and there was still more than half a glass of unfinished wine in the wine glass.

The matter was quite implicated, so the medical examiner also intervened. After an autopsy, it was found that the editor did have a lot of alcohol in his stomach. Therefore, it is very possible to drink to relieve boredom when you are depressed, and finally choose to go to a dead end.

Of course, there were no blood tests in this era, and if there were, it would have been found that the editor had alcohol in his stomach, but the blood alcohol content was negligible. It is obviously inappropriate to blame the forensic doctors of the late 19th century for being unprofessional just to blame such things, and the level of technology allows them to go so far. At this level in Romania, the forensic doctor was able to examine the contents of the deceased's stomach, which was already a very rigorous and professional operation.

The sensation caused by the death of the editor has shaken up the Romanian diplomatic field, which has not stopped recently, and this incident has undoubtedly provided a relief to China. The prevailing view is that since the Chinese are the victims of this incident, the matter should have nothing to do with China. The question of who the "foreigner who gave the money" in the editor's unfinished letter has been the focus of discussion among many people in Romania and Europe for a long time.

But that doesn't matter anymore. The rivalry between the great powers made everyone suspicious, Britain, France, Russia, the Ottoman Empire, the Empire, Austria-Hungary. Various foreign powers are deeply involved in Romania, and in a sense they are all suspects.

Because the fire in the port of Constanta caused a nationwide shortage of alfalfa in Romania, the alfalfa sales run by Mikhaev made a lot of money. This incident did not attract the attention of any country, let alone anyone in the peace documents.