James. Merry handed over the article she had spent an all-nighter writing on, but received no reply. So three days later, he ran to ask the editor in charge what was going on with the manuscript, and the editor in charge told him to go to the editor-in-chief, Akol. Mr. Fei Teli said that the manuscript was handed in.

"I think it's better for you to concentrate on tennis, James." The editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Akar. Mr. Phil sat in his office and shrugged his shoulders, and in front of him stood James Lee, a journalist who specializes in tennis coverage but has been very interested in football lately. Mr. Merry.

"Of course I cover tennis, but now there's more important news than tennis. Mr. Notchle! Merry felt that what the boss said was too substandard, and it wasn't the first time he thought so. In his opinion, the editor-in-chief, Mr. Fei Telly, is simply a representative of ignorance and inskill, which is why the "Wimbledon Evening News" is not very well-known in the local area. Is it pro-Labour or pro-Conservative? Or is it neutral? There is no clear guiding ideology for these at all.

As the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Akar. Fei Teli doesn't care, and the boss behind the scenes doesn't even bother to ask, I heard that Fei Teli is a relative of the boss's family. After a year here, Merry was convinced that this "rumor" was true.

The British newspaper industry is well developed, with tens of thousands of national and local newspapers of all kinds, but few are successful. And those successful newspapers, without exception, have their own characteristics, which are enough to attract the target readership.

For example, the most serious and authoritative is the "Times", and the people who read their newspapers are generally government figures, and their status is equivalent to that of China's "People's Daily". The Mirror, on the other hand, is on the left, and their position is that the working class is the master of the country, so they often criticize the facts from the perspective of the lower middle classes, as if they themselves were the masters of the country. The FT readers are bankers, and the Guardian is more disgruntled, agreeing that they should be the ones who run the country, not the readers of The Times. The Morning Star has an American background, so it is always in the same trench as the United States.

There was a TV drama in England that made fun of British newspapers - "I know newspapers, and I know what kind of people their readers are." Readers of the Daily Mirror thought they were running the country; Readers of the Guardian thought they were supposed to run the country; The readers of the Times do run the country; The readers of the Daily Mail are the wives of those who run the country; Readers of the Financial Times 'owned' the country, readers of the Morning Star thought it should be run by another country, and readers of the Daily Telegraph didn't care who ran the country. ”

"And what about the readers of The Sun?" Someone asked.

"The readers of the Sun don't care about this, as long as the ** of the third edition girl is big enough!"

Look, even the "Sun" with a bad reputation has a special feature - the third edition of the girl. What about the Wimbledon Evening News? Nothing. Today's news has become a hot topic, so go after this news, and tomorrow that news will attract attention, so follow the trend and report that news. It's like a wall grass, and there is no position to speak of.

Merrican stayed in such a newspaper only because he was close to his own home.

"Yes, Wimbledon football is more attractive than tennis right now. That's why we decided to publish an article that gives a comprehensive introduction to this team, but not the one you wrote. The editor-in-chief of the non-special force took his one from many manuscripts and threw it to Merry.

"The one that Sully wrote?" Merry was stunned for a moment, "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have judged my colleague in front of you." However, there is nothing new in his writings, and the entry point is very ordinary, and I don't think there are any elements that can attract readers to take a closer look compared to other media news......"

"Yours is different, right?" Mr. Editor-in-Chief looked at Merry coldly.

Merry didn't see the meaning behind the editor-in-chief's words, he nodded: "Yes, I think it's more interesting to report on this team from the perspective of a Chinese student who no one pays attention to." Readers are always curious and interested in things they don't know, and if we can fulfill their desires, we can catch their eye......"

"Alright, Mr. Merry." The editor-in-chief impatiently interrupted James. Merry's tirade. "I know you first spent time at The Times, but that was fifteen years ago. I don't need you to teach me a lesson here. ”

Even the name has been changed, and it was still called "James" before. He had always been dissatisfied with this disobedient subordinate, and now that he finally had a chance to take revenge, how could he let it go so easily? Want to get published? There are no doors!

"I'm not going to write this article, you're still a tennis journalist, Mr. Merry. Football is not your business. What do you make Sally think? He's in charge of covering football. The excuse sounded high-sounding, but Merry could hear the meaning behind it.

He didn't say anything, and his face was a little unpleasant. He pulled back his manuscript, turned and walked out.

Editor-in-chief Fei Teli looked at his back and snorted disdainfully.

Fifteen minutes later, there was another knock on his door. Merry walked in with a piece of paper in her hand.

Merry tossed the paper onto the table.

It was a printer-typed resignation letter with Merry's name signed at the bottom.

A very short letter of resignation, no more than 100 words.

The non-trili editor-in-chief did not expect Merry to resign because of the conflict, and he sat in his chair and looked at the reporter with some surprise.

They had had similar conflicts before, Merry was an arrogant man, and the editor-in-chief was in power and didn't like to be criticized. When two people come together, there will inevitably be contradictions...... He wanted to persuade Merry to change his mind, but the two had just quarreled, and this kind of thing was unspeakable, and ...... The editor-in-chief thought to himself that it might be a good thing that Merry is gone, but he still has a few months to go before the start of the new tennis season and he has enough time to find someone to replace Merry.

"Very good, it seems that our little newspaper can't keep you. Mr. Merry. He nodded. I wish you the best of luck. He stood up to shake Merry's hand, but Merry walked out without looking back, he was in no mood to keep his manners with this hateful man.

Returning to the office, Charm began to pack up her clutter under the surprised eyes of many colleagues, and put the books, materials, manuscripts, photos, drinking glasses, and stationery on the table...... It's all put in a cardboard box.

"Hey, James, what are you ......?" a well-connected colleague came up and asked with concern.

"I'm sorry, Daut. I suddenly wanted to change jobs. James said to a colleague who came up to ask him. Next time I'll treat you to a drink. ”

"What's going on? Is it because ......" Dowti glanced at the editor-in-chief's office.

Merry nodded: "I don't agree with him. ”

After packing all his things, he said goodbye to the others in the office one by one and walked out with the suitcase.

※※※When Meri walked to the parking lot with a box of things, he began to slowly calm down. He actually resigned because of a Chinese student, which is really ...... No one believes it, does it? But in fact, Chu is not to blame for this matter, and he definitely did not resign simply because the manuscript he wrote for Chu was killed.

Merry opened the back door of the car, put the box containing her belongings, and leaned back in the car to smoke.

After graduating from Sheffield University of Journalism eighteen years ago, he went to The Times, where he really became a journalist at the world-famous newspaper. There he learned how to write news, how to write reviews, how to be a qualified journalist. There he met his alumni from the same school but from a different class. Terry, the two became friends.

Later, Abel planned to jump ship to The Sun, because he felt that the style of the Times was not suitable for him, and wanted to take Merry with him, but Merry refused because he didn't like the style of The Sun - since the Sun was bought by Murdoch, it has quickly become vulgarized, and there will definitely be a ** girl with big breasts in the third edition of each issue. Merry was unaccustomed to this kind of atmosphere, believing that as a journalist, he should have a minimum of social responsibility, while the Sun did not have the slightest social responsibility.

A few years after that, he left The Times, worked for newspapers, magazines, and even a brief stint in a television station before settling in the evening newspaper in his hometown. The ambition of his youth has been worn out a lot by the years, and he has no ambition, just to live a stable life in this tabloid, after all, he is married, has children, and can't withstand any big toss.

It's just that he is still a little arrogant, so he has conflicts with the editor-in-chief. Unexpectedly, today's incident became the fuse, which made him explode all of a sudden. Now even he can't understand why he suddenly had the idea of resigning.

In fact, with his experience in the media industry for so many years, it is not difficult to find another job with a higher salary than Wimbledon Evening News.

He was just amazed that he was forty years old and could be so impulsive. From the decision to resign to the implementation, it took only fifteen minutes.

When he got home, he didn't know what his wife would say about his actions. Let's just hope she's not too angry.

Merry finished a cigarette and looked at the watch on his wrist, it was only half past four in the afternoon, and there was still some time to leave work. Coming home so early? Merry thought it would be better to face his wife later, and he thought of the boy who had caused all this today, and decided to go and see him. The report on him is destined to not be in the newspaper, and he has to explain it himself, lest he say that he has no faith in his words when he sees him next time.

It's Sunday, so that international student should be working in a bar, right?

Throwing the cigarette butt to the ground, Merry pulled open the car door.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian had just opened the door of the Wimble bar and turned over the "Closed Door" sign hanging outside, when he heard a few car horns behind him.

He looked back and saw a red station wagon parked on the side of the road. The driver's seat leaned out half of his body and greeted him.

"You're hard to find here, Chu!" James. Merry patted the car door and said.

"Mr. Merry?" Chu Zhongtian was a little strange at first, and then remembered that the other party had promised that if his report appeared in the newspaper, he would send it to him in person. Is it really in the news?

"I parked my car there." Merry pointed to the side of the road ahead, where there were already full cars and a vacant space.

Chu Zhongtian watched Mei Li skillfully reverse the car into the parking space, then get out of the car and close the door, and walked towards him.

"I'm glad to see you again, Mr. Merry. We're a bit off the beaten track here. Chu Zhongtian invited him into the bar, and at the same time he noticed that Mr. Merry was holding a folder, maybe it was a freshly baked sample newspaper?

Because it just opened in the afternoon, there is not a single customer.

Chu Zhongtian walked to the back of the bar and said to James, who was sitting over. Merry said, "What do you want, Mr. Merry?" ”

"Just have a pint of beer...... I don't want stout. Merry took out the coin and put it on the table, and then he watched with interest as Chu Zhongtian skillfully poured beer for him.

"How long have you been here, Chu?"

"It's been two years." Chu Zhongtian replied.

"Then you must be the star of the house now, right?"

Chu Zhongtian smiled.

Merry was surprised to notice that the wall on the left was covered in photographs, as many bars had traditions. He jumped off the stool and walked over to admire it.

Soon he found the one with Chu Zhongtian among the many photos - he was surrounded by a crowd of fan-like people in the middle on a sunny afternoon, wearing a blue and yellow Wimbledon jersey, leaving a group photo.

This is exactly what Chu Zhongtian took before he participated in the mixed county league for the first time, and the girl who smiled very sweetly next to him was Emily. After this photo was washed out, Boss John asked for a copy and hung it on the wall, saying that he would leave a permanent memorial. Around this photo, there are also several yellowed old photos, which are tentatively estimated to be more than 30 years old, because the people in the photos look like they were in the 70s of the last century.

After watching a circle of photos, when he came back, his wine had already been placed in front of his seat by Chu Zhongtian.

As soon as he picked up the wine glass, the sound of pushing the door sounded at the door behind him, and several people who came in greeted Chu Zhongtian very warmly: "Hi, good afternoon, Chu!" Hey...... Someone came before us......" They gave a strange look at James, who was facing away from them. Merry.

It was old Bent and the others who came.

Chu Zhongtian introduced to both of them: "This is James. Merry is a reporter for the Wimbledon Evening News. ”

Merry stood up and greeted the old fan opposite: "It was still before this afternoon, but not now." Hello, nice to meet you. ”

Old Bent nodded to him, even if they had said hello, they didn't mean to shake hands. For people they are not familiar with, the British don't like to be too enthusiastic, and it took Chu Zhongtian a year to slowly be accepted by them.

After asking Chu Zhongtian for their respective wines, they sat down in their fixed positions. Only Chu Zhongtian and Mei Li were left in front of the bar.

Merry watched Chu Zhongtian bow his head and pour wine for the group of new drinkers, and asked, "Don't you want to ask why I'm not a reporter for the Wimbledon Evening News now?" ”

"This should be your **, it's inconvenient for me to ask." Chu Zhongtian bowed his head and replied.

"Actually, it has something to do with you......"

Chu Zhongtian raised his head, changed his wine glass, and continued to pour wine.

"I fell out with the editor-in-chief because he didn't agree to put your report. But it's not your responsibility, he and I don't like each other, I think he doesn't know anything, he doesn't understand anything, he thinks I'm always working with him. Mei Li waited for Chu Zhongtian to hand over all the wine in his hand, and then handed over the folder.

"It's a pity that it didn't appear in the newspaper in the end, but this manuscript will be left for you as a souvenir."

Chu Zhongtian opened it and saw that it was a printed press release, with the title "Chinese Playing at Wimbledon", which was exactly the same as what he said last time.

He looked at it very seriously.

The manuscript is actually not long, and the content of the last interview has been revised and turned into a news report, rather than a simple question-and-answer interview.

This was the first time Chu Zhongtian had seen a report about him, although the report did not appear in any news media in the end.

In it, Merry introduced Chu Zhongtian's study and work here, and then came to the theme - football.

Highlighting his assist in the FA Cup game against Norts County, he lavished praise for claiming it was a professional-quality pass, a rare player who can kick the ball off the beaten track even in the Premier League.

Although Chu Zhongtian felt a little embarrassed, he was more proud and proud.

After reading the article, he closed the folder.

"Thank you, Mr. Merry. I feel sorry for your resignation......"

"Ha, there's nothing to be sorry about. It wasn't for me in the first place, and I stayed there just because it was close to my home and I was able to take care of my wife and children more. Merry waved. I was planning to take a break and spend some time with my family. Don't worry, I can't find a job. ”

Chu Zhongtian also laughed, and when he saw Mei Li say this, he was relieved. If he let others lose their jobs just because of himself, he still feels a little guilty.

"Do you still want to be a journalist?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"I think so." What can you do without being a journalist? Merry herself doesn't know. "I'm only going to be a journalist, ha!" He laughed.

Next, customers kept coming in to greet Chu Zhongtian, and then asked for a pint of beer, and sat aside to chat.

Merry quickly got in touch with the other fans, and they were all fans, so there was a common topic. He went out into the crowd of old Bent with his beer, and after a while there was a burst of laughter, and it seemed that they were chatting happily and getting along very well.

When he finished drinking a pint of wine, he got up to say goodbye to everyone, and also to Chu Zhongtian.

"No more drinks?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"No, it's time to get off work." He pointed to his watch, and Chu Zhongtian smiled knowingly.

"We're going to watch our game against Hinkley United, Mr. Merry?" Before leaving, Chu Zhongtian asked him.

"Of course, I'll definitely go see it. And I'm looking forward to your third round! ”

James. Mei Li waved his hand to Chu Zhongtian, pushed the door and walked out.

(To be continued)