Chapter 517 Newspaper (Page 1/1)

"Thank you sincerely, Great Your Majesty!" Hercules. When Owen heard this, he opened his mouth slightly, as if he couldn't believe that he was going to become a knight, albeit only for life.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he was reminded by Jonathan, the person in charge of the industrial zone, and then he knelt on the ground with a look of surprise on his face and praised in his mouth.

At this time, the secretary next to His Majesty Edward, holding a quill in his hand, wrote on a heavy text, recounting the important words and deeds of His Majesty.

"Mr. Owen, you deserve it!" Edward was not surprised by the kneeling of the man in front of him, but stepped forward and put his arms together with both hands, "The development of the United Kingdom is inseparable from the contributions of everyone, especially you craftsmen, who are an important force in the development of the kingdom!" ”

Listening to His Majesty's gentle words, and feeling His Majesty himself come and bend down to support him, the young watchmaker Owen was immediately moved to tears.

The aristocracy has always been arrogant and invincible, but His Majesty the King is so amiable and personally supports himself, a low-level watchmaker, which is a great honor.

At this time, Owen, who has been involved in the watch industry for more than 20 years, saw the real king for the first time, and his heart was so excited that he almost collapsed.

His Majesty noticed that the young man in front of him was flushed and his body trembled, and he hurriedly helped him up, and said softly:

"The United Kingdom, not only of me, the king, but also of the nobility, of the peasants, of the workers, and of the merchants, in the eyes of God, I am only a leader!"

The king smiled humbly and said to the nobles and officials who followed him, and then they were waiting for a burst of sycophants.

Edward, on the other hand, smiled and did not comment.

This force, pretending to be full marks!

Before leaving, His Majesty looked around, looked at the gray air, and the slightly blackened earth, and said affectionately to the inhabitants who had bid farewell to him:

"This place will be called HOPE City from now on!"

"City of Hope, good name!" Watching the departure of His Majesty's carriage, Mr. Jonathan, the head of the industrial zone, kept recalling the word in his heart, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

His Majesty's dedication to this place made his heart warmer and hotter, and he felt that his future, like the name, was full of hope.

"Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, Tap, ......Tap" Hundreds of cavalry roamed around the carriage to escort the return of His Majesty.

Not long after the king's carriage returned to London, something happened in London that surprised the citizens of London.

"Sell the newspaper, sell the newspaper! His Majesty the King inspected the factory district and named it the City of Hope! ”

"What did the king leave London for?"

"Why does the smoky factory deserve His Majesty's attention?"

Children of seven, eight or nine years old, with long dirty hair, carrying a satchel on their backs, and holding large sheets of paper with layers of black characters printed on them, exuding a strong smell of ink.

They were like birds, active in the streets and alleys where people came and went, spreading their immature throats, shouting loudly without care, and the patrolling city managers and policemen with short swords on their waists did not stop their rude behavior in the slightest, and even did not react at all, indifferent.

"Sir, I need a newspaper with information on where His Majesty is leaving London, and it is all recorded!" A little dark yellow boy followed the slowly moving carriage briskly, shouting in a crisp voice.

"Oh? Has a message from His Majesty the King on it? The middle-aged gentleman with black curly hair, who was sitting leisurely in the carriage, always concerned about his appearance, suddenly heard a crisp voice in his ears, which made him stunned abruptly, and then asked softly:

"Little One"

"Yes, dear sir, this large piece of paper, full of words, called a newspaper, recounts all the events of His Majesty since his departure from London!" Tom sensed the gentleman's interest, waved the newspaper in his hand, and quickly explained aloud:

"And, all sorts of interesting things to know about all the things going on in London!"

"Alright! Little one, you have managed to arouse my interest, say, how much does this thing called a newspaper cost? The gentleman in the carriage asked softly with an interested expression.

"Fivepence, sir, and you can get this newspaper full of information for only five pence!"

Tom looked him in the eye and said cautiously.

"Oh? It's not cheap, but it's not expensive for my interests! ”

Then the carriage stopped, and Tom took the penny with a look of surprise and pulled out a large stack of newspapers in his hand, and delivered it neatly to the gentleman in the carriage.

Picking up the ink-laden newspaper, the gentleman read it carefully: His Majesty the King has come to the town and named it the City of Hope, so that we can find out......

After that, despite the gentleman who was deeply attracted by the contents of the newspaper, the yellow-haired Tom, his eyes carefully scanned the well-dressed men on the street, and when he met one, he walked over quickly, and sold it.

There are many children like Tom, either children from poor families or orphans in orphanages, running through the streets of London for a little change, and the crisp and immature shouts resounded throughout the city of London.

On this day, the citizens of London also realized what a newspaper was, and also understood where His Majesty had gone a while ago.

A whirlwind of newspapers is blowing in the city of London.

And those who are politically sensitive understand better how much the government values factories.

As a result, the aristocratic merchants of London began to think about investing in factories.

"Your Majesty, the London Daily has been typeset and sold according to your requirements, and the whole city of London is now aware of the existence of the newspaper."

Whitehall House, a black curly-haired one! The elegant middle-aged man is reporting the situation to His Majesty the King in a serious manner.

"Five hundred copies of the newspaper have been sold this morning, and three hundred are expected in the afternoon!"

"Very well, I've read your typeset newspapers, Mr. Smith!" His Majesty Edward looked at the gentleman and elegant middle-aged man in front of him and nodded.

"The effect is very good, and we will continue to maintain it in the future, and strive for daily sales of more than 10,000 copies!" His Majesty the King mentioned an exaggerated target.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Mr. Smith's dark blue eyes flashed, and he nodded with some difficulty.

"The newspaper is a new thing, and the London daily newspaper, the things reported, are basically London-based, political news, supplemented by essays and interesting conversations, both!"

Newspapers are a novelty in the United Kingdom, and His Majesty needs personal guidance.

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