The second more,Hahaha, please complain about the author's last chapter.,I'm in a hurry to go out to the dinner, so I'm in a bit of a hurry.,I uploaded it without checking.。

In order to help Garian take on the role of editor, Mrs. Balanchi specially prepared another elaborate gray three-piece dress for Garion. Carefully help him put on a coat and an elegant tie. After tidying it up with his own hands, he was sent out the door.

In addition to the lunch prepared for him, the briefcase contained more of a pile of freshly completed manuscripts. Since settling in London, I have been writing almost all night, and sometimes Balanchi wakes up to see the kerosene lamp on the table still glowing softly.

Although Garion had said that the cheque he carried with him would allow him to live in London for two years, he was also prepared that he would not be able to return to Paris, so he had to find a job to make ends meet and then pursue his literary work.

Having severed ties with Paris, Garion's literary career was about to start all over again. He wanted to make time to visit Dickens at Gates Hill in Rochester, 48 kilometres away, but for now he needed to keep a low profile and avoid attracting attention.

But Balanchi didn't have that many other thoughts, and she didn't care about other people's eyes, as long as Garion was around, nothing mattered.

Even the greatest woman can give up everything for a humble love.

"Goodbye, dear."

Balanchi straightened his tie and said, "Be careful on the road. ”

Garion gave her a hug and whispered, "Goodbye." ”

After feeding the neighbors a mouthful of dog food, Garion went to work.

The rainy weather in England forced him to put on an extra umbrella when he went out, and walked across the bluestone brick paved road with his hands in his pockets. Rainwater pools into a shallow puddle on the side of the road.

The streets are full of people, their feet making a slight sound on puddles, the River Thames on the left hand bank is flowing slowly, and steamboats spewing black smoke pass in front of them. On a clear day, you can see wealthy gentlemen sitting on boats and enjoying the scenery along the riverbank.

Garion looked up at the Westminster Clock Tower by the River Thames, low clouds suppressing the sky, and he stood on the side of the road waiting for the sound of carriage tapping. After waiting for the black carriage to stop in front of him, he hurriedly got into the carriage and went to the newspaper office to report.

It was Garrian's first day on the job, and the Telegraph's office was set up in an old, old, three-story building on Baker Street, with withered creeper vines spreading across the western walls.

Garion scrambled into the office with his briefcase in his hand.

The office was deserted in the early morning, with only a middle-aged man putting his wet umbrella in the cupboard. Garion greeted him, "Good morning, sir." ”

"Good morning."

The other party also replied politely, patted the water stains on his coat, and said, "The rain has been really heavy these days." ”

Garion looked at the middle-aged man with glasses in front of him and said tentatively, "Yes, by the way, I was introduced by Mr. Karl Marx......"

"Oh? You're Mr. Trotsky, aren't you? ”

Looking at Garian's young face, the expression on the middle-aged man's face was slightly surprised, he didn't expect that the person introduced by Carl was actually younger than he expected.

He pushed his thick lenses, reached out and shook Garrian's hand, and said with a smile and politely, "I'm the editor-in-chief of The Daily Telegraph, Thornton Lee Hunt. Just call me Editor-in-Chief Thornton. I believe the people Karl introduced. ”

Garion modestly said, "Yes, I was introduced by Mr. Marx. ”

"Wait, you come to my office first, we're in a meeting."

Editor-in-Chief Thornton waved his hand and enthusiastically ushered Garian into the office, only to see that the original office had been converted into a small conference room. Four or five editors were already seated, waiting for the meeting to begin.

He began to introduce Gallián to the crowd, "This is the editor of the new story serial, Mr. Trotsky. He came from Paris, and he is also a man of letters, and he is in charge of this section from this day on. ”

Everyone around him nodded to him, and then their eyes returned to Thornton's editor-in-chief.

At the beginning of the meeting, the editor-in-chief raised the question of newspaper reform.

"Okay, now let's talk about newspaper reform. We should report all the high-profile events in the field of science, so that the wise public can understand what is happening and can foresee the impact of these events on our daily lives and our future. The same principle can be applied to other areas, we need to report on new fashion trends, new inventions, new business models, etc. For The Telegraph to become the UK's largest circulation newspaper, it must be the best at what it does, or we may never be able to catch up with The Times. Now we have a daily circulation of about 50,000 copies, and I hope to reach 100,000 by the end of this year, and I thank God. ”

Doubling the circulation in a short period of time looks like a fantasy. Some frowned, wondering whether the editor-in-chief's goals were reliable.

After discussing the goals, Thornton went on to say the new direction of newspaper reform, "There is also a very important issue that, as I said before, everything must be at the forefront. So the same is true of the newspaper reform, which has now become the main force of consumption in London. We must also seek breakthroughs in this area. The newspaper hadn't put much effort into designing it before, but now I want to expand the size of the section. ”

Thornton's editor-in-chief stopped rambling and said to Garion, "On this subject, I would like to leave to Trotsky, who had previously lived in Paris, to make an observation. ”

Everyone's eyes were focused on Garian, because some of the old editors were not convinced by the newcomers who had just landed in the air.

So he had to play the role of "Trotsky editor" and give a convincing basis.

Seeing that this was a test for the editor-in-chief, Garion carefully analyzed, "The development of the section has benefited from the rise of the newspaper industry and the improvement of the economy, and the increase in the literacy rate has made it accessible to more and more literate people." Therefore, the price positioning of the newspaper is also very important, whether the price is low directly determines whether a newspaper can be accepted by the public in the future. The reason for the audience, on the one hand, should pay more attention to those popular plots that will be recognized by the general public. That's the point, within the boundaries of morality and law, what people like to watch, we give them, and we make great innovations in content. By the way, London has no censorship regulations and is more liberal and liberal. The less restrictive the subject matter. ”

After Garrian's well-organized analysis, the originally dismissive editor finally began to look at the young man in front of him.

After listening to the other party's analysis, the editor-in-chief Thornton nodded seriously, it seems that the guy from Paris does have two brushes, and he is relieved to hand over this section to the other party. But he also wanted to know more about "Trotsky", so he asked, "From what you know in Paris, does His Excellency Trotsky have any good subject to offer?" ”

Garion hesitated for a moment, remembering the manuscript paper that had just been written in his briefcase and had not yet had time to submit, and whispered, "Actually, I do have a manuscript on hand, and when I left Paris, I didn't have time to submit it. ”

Garian's self-recommendation caused the people around him to look at him with surprise and doubt, but Garian said very seriously, "It's a very fascinating subject, and I want to give Thornton a look." ”