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As Springfield's "representative of public opinion", Samuel Powers has always been responsible for criticizing the government, compared with ordinary people, Samuel Powers believes that he has relevant academic background and professional knowledge, has the basic bottom line of universal values, can maintain personal independence and justice, and has a strong critical spirit, so he is qualified to express his true opinions on important public affairs.

If Li Mu knew what Samuel Powers said about him, then Li Mu would definitely offer an identity that satisfies Samuel Powers - public intellectuals, or "public knowledge" for short.

This is an era without microblogging, so the Springfield Republic is Samuel Powers' voice, Samuel Powers' position, and Samuel Powers' pride.

As the largest newspaper in Springfield, Springfield Republic sells about 2,000 copies a day, thanks to the relatively high literacy rate in the Springfield area, and in other cities of similar size, a newspaper like Springfield Republic can sell 200 copies a day.

Two thousand newspapers, five cents each, is a hundred dollars, far from enough for Samuel Powers to make friends with heroes and heroes from all walks of life, but with all kinds of hidden income, Samuel Powers can still run the "Springfield Republic" and live a good life.

It's a pity that in March 1873, the taste of life finally cast a shadow.

"Complain about me? What right do they have to complain about me? I am speaking out on their behalf and seeking justice and fairness for them, what position do they have on complaining about me as a nuisance? What nonsense! Samuel Powers was angry, pacing back and forth in the office, speaking with a striking gesture that was infectious.

"Samuel, it's not a question of position, the problem is that your neighbors have complained to the municipality that the non-stop printing press has affected their lives, and at the same time the air is filled with the smell of ink, and some people's constitutions will have a sensitive reaction to this smell, so the problem we are facing now is to move the printing press to the suburbs and find a quiet place to re-produce, so as to avoid similar incidents from happening again." Sammy Lagin, deputy editor of La Repubblica and Samuel Powers' aide, looked at it with a sad face, holding a sample newspaper and flipping through it with a puzzled expression.

No one is too much money, and in order to save costs, Samuel bought a printing press and printed the newspaper in the backyard of the office of La Repubblica.

In these years, the power of the machine is basically a steam engine, and it is surprisingly quiet, Samuel knows that this kind of printing press may disturb the people, so he has always paid attention to the neighborhood, and there has been no problem, I don't know why, but now he is being complained by the neighbors, which makes Samuel feel a little bad.

"Okay, relocate, then relocate, do you have a suitable location now?" Samuel plans to do it once and for all, not to entangle with his neighbors, public figures, he must pay attention to his public image.

"Yes, but it will take time, at least a week to complete." Sammy told the truth.

Relocating a factory is not an easy task, the site, power, staff dormitories, etc., everything has to be taken care of, and a week is already the fastest speed.

"A week! You tell me for a week? I tell you, Springfield Republic will never stop publishing for a day, not for a day, even if you print in the middle of the road, you must make sure that the newspaper is published smoothly for that day, otherwise you will all go home and pick up your children. Samuel was furious, and in any case, Samuel could not accept that a week would be such a long time, and that the newspaper would lose its hard-won social credibility.

"During this time, we can go to the printing house for help, just for a week, it will not add too much cost, and it will not affect the distribution of the newspaper." Sami already has a countermeasure, so he is very calm.

"Looking for a printing shop? Do you know how much it costs? And how much money do our newspapers make every day? I also have to pay the workers, pay the informants, deal with the vampires, and the depreciation of the machines, it's all a special cost, you know! Samuel was unhappy with Sammy's work, but after complaining, he still had to follow a fixed script, after all, the newspaper could not be closed.

In order to save costs to the greatest extent, Samuel has always done it himself, so of course Samuel can't fake it when he goes to the printing house.

At Springfield's largest printing house, Samuel was warmly received by its director, Keno Romeo.

"Complaints? I must say that your neighbours are so unfriendly that they do not realize the significance of your work, Mr. Samuel, and that it is a great insult to you to complain about your machine to a gentleman like you, and what does a little noise or smell matter, it is nothing compared to your contribution. Keno Romeo was like a big fan of Samuel, and he was full of promise to all of Samuel's requests.

"That's right, in fact, I have always paid attention to the relationship between my neighbors, and our relationship has always been very good, this must be someone who maliciously slandered and provoked it, otherwise my neighbors would never do this." Samuel was sensible and didn't put the blame on his neighbors, who were plagued by noise and smells.

"Rest assured, Mr. Samuel, I will be happy to serve you, and I can assure you that there will be no delay in the daily newspaper, and I take this as a tribute to you." Keno was very good.

"And about the cost—" Samuel offered to bring up the price, which was Samuel's main concern.

"Fees? It would be an insult to me to charge for your service, and shouldn't everyone be thanked for doing so much for Springfield? Keno was unmistakably clear and didn't take it seriously.

That's a good thing to say, Samuel suddenly introduced Keno as a confidant, a friend, you are a friend, and Samuel didn't entangle, but in order to thank Keno Romeo, Samuel decided to say a few good words for Keno Romeo in tomorrow's newspaper, so that those who complain about Samuel can take a good look at what his status is in Springfield and how he should be treated.

Back in the office, Samuel Powers ordered Sammy to start moving the machine.

This job can't be delayed, and it's money for a day.

This year, the printing press is a bit big, and it is not easy to relocate, and after a busy day, even Samuel has done it himself, and he has only completed the packing of the machine, and he will be on the road tomorrow.

As soon as he finished packing and hadn't even eaten a bite of the meal, Sammy came to Samuel with a sad face: "Mr. Samuel, what is the delivery time agreed between you and Keno?" ”

"Don't worry my friend, Mr. Keno is a man of integrity and he will definitely keep his promise, so wait." Samuel's heart sank, but his face remained unmoved.

In fact, whether it is a daily newspaper or an evening newspaper, it is printed the night before, that is to say, no matter how big the news is, it will not be available until the next day.

Samuel and Keno agreed on a delivery time of 8 p.m. every day, so that the newspaper would not be delayed from going on sale the next day.

At half past eight in the evening, the delivery wagon still hadn't arrived, and Samuel finally couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to find Keno.

Unlike the smooth morning, this time Samuel failed to meet Keno Romeo, Samuel didn't even enter Keno's office, and the secretary at the door turned over and over with the words: "Mr. Samuel, do you have an appointment?" ”

"Damn it, see clearly, I'm Samuel, Samuel Powers, I just left here in the morning, and your boss personally sent me to the factory gate, don't you recognize me?" Samuel's renunciation of anger.

"I'm sorry Mr. Samuel, do you have an appointment?" The meat bullet secretary still said this-

Looking at the secretary who was there at the door and Samuel who was jumping and roaring, Bresta in the windowsill of the office on the second floor smiled with satisfaction.

"Sergeant Bresta, forgive me for never having the opportunity to pay my respects to you, and I have great respect for you for the care you have taken to ensure the safety of our citizens—" Kino smiled flatteringly as he slipped a roll of money into Bresta's pocket.

Uh-huh, that's the normal procedure.

"Mr. Kino, you're so polite, that's what I'm supposed to do—" Bresta was pretending to be polite, and the satisfied smile on his face testified to Bresta's mood.

"Sheriff Bresta has something to trouble you, but I really don't know how to speak." Keno maintained a flattering smile and cautious eyes, and judged the two of them with the same upright face as he did in the morning.

"We're friends, aren't we? Friends don't need to be polite, they are more than happy to help you. "Feeling the thickness of the banknotes, Bresta was very satisfied.

"You've been so generous, I'd like to visit Mayor Will at the right time, I know it's a presumptuous request, but I need an opportunity to pay my respects to Mr. Mayor, and perhaps you already know that Peak Street is about to be demolished, and it would be an honor to have the opportunity to work for Mr. Mayor, so why don't we set up a company?" You have the resources, I have the strength, we can contract the project from the city government-" Kino Romeo smiled even brighter, his face like a flower.

As night falls, some are angry and some rejoice in the darkness, and no matter what, tomorrow will still be normal, and the sun will rise as usual.