Waking up early the next day, Bill heads to the central block to find a new editor.

The streets were smoky and visibility was low, and the police cars were whining and whining across the gray roads, and pedestrians stopped to point at the police cars and talk about it.

"The police have arrested people again, who is the person who was arrested, and what did he do?"

"I heard that the person arrested was the owner of a food factory in the northeastern light industrial zone, and his factory was found to have serious safety problems last week, which is why he was ......"

People who get up early to work look from afar, and only after the police car leaves do they dare to open their voices to discuss, express their opinions, and communicate with strangers.

"You were deceived by the official newspapers, and the government said that he was inciting public sentiment and organizing workers to march in the streets before you were arrested. ”

"The government is afraid that we ordinary people will earn money and get out of the control of the aristocracy!"

Suddenly, a man said this, which instantly resonated with the crowd, and people began to spit around them, venting the unfair treatment they had encountered.

The noisy crowd walked briskly down the street, looking indignant, only to see the police passing by, and then hurriedly dispersed and closed their mouths tightly.

Bill walked at the back of the crowd, all of whom had traveled from the civilian area to work in the central district, mostly wearing dark brown leather jackets, cheap hats, and briefcases, and were veritable ordinary people.

After a brisk walk of about 40 minutes, you will finally reach the central district, which consists of four main streets, branch streets, and a paved road that runs through the street.

Included in the bustling commercial streets, financial streets, and streets where government departments are located, as well as the streets where entertainment venues are located, all kinds of small companies are scattered, mostly in half-column style and old baroque office buildings.

Entering the central block, passing by the construction site, workers laying railroad tracks, I heard that the engineers of the institute had designed a small steam railcar for Brittus to facilitate the growing city, but the project was discussed by the government parliament and only began to be implemented three years later.

The reason for the shelving of the project was simple: the aristocratic officials had luxury carriages and steam locomotives, and did not need other means of transportation, and the needs of ordinary people did not matter at all.

And it's not nice to build railroad tracks in the city, and they never know how long it will take to get from the edge of the city to the center.

Crossing Financial Street and Government Street, according to the instructions of the Weekly News, Bill finally found the new editorial office at the end of the bustling commercial street.

The location here is more remote, a three-story yellow and white baroque style office building on the second floor, hanging the words "new editor", it is now working time, and people are constantly carrying briefcases into the office building.

There are several companies crammed into the office building, lined and opposite by office buildings, and there are photo studios and watch shops nearby, much like the old building street that Bill is familiar with.

Occasionally, horse-drawn carriages and steam locomotives passed by, the sound of which was mixed with the footsteps of the crowd, and several clerks came running, surprised to see Bill, but did not say much.

Following the flow of people slowly into the office building, ascending the dark staircase, and reaching the second floor, he saw that the newspaper office was opened from three south-facing rooms, divided into different work areas.

It was not early, and there were more than a dozen employees in the newspaper office, the editors were revising the articles, and the assistants were running back and forth, sending the typesetting design and film to the ink printing office and photo studio downstairs.

In the new editorial office, all the windows were open, the room was still filled with the smell of ink, and the sound of writing and communication was constant, and Bill stood at the door of the newspaper office, with idlers hanging on the wooden door, hesitating whether to enter.

"Hey, Bill, you're really coming to work!"

Turning his head to look in the direction of the sound, it was the middle-aged man who came to the door last night, wearing suspenders and carrying a briefcase, hurrying over.

"What are you still doing standing at the door, come in quickly!"

The middle-aged man walked into the new editorial office and was about to pull Bill inside, but Bill was sideways to dodge him, he was obviously stunned, and smiled at Bill, a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry Bill, I forgot you don't like to be touched, you've been away for too long. ”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I stepped into the new editorial office.

When the newspaper staff saw Bill, their eyes were full of exploration, wondering what he had been doing during his disappearance and why he had changed his hairstyle and dressing habits.

However, they didn't communicate much with Bill, and despite their confusion, they only nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man was very familiar with everyone, greeted everyone, and soon the newspaper was full of various topics, and it was no longer dull and boring.

"Okay, everyone go get busy, there have been a lot of interesting things happening in the aristocratic circle recently, Bill, you have been resting for so long, you should also get into work!"

"But you have to say hello to Editor-in-Chief Thomas first and tell him you're back. ”

The middle-aged man returned to his seat, Bill nodded, and the newspaper staff continued their work, they still had a lot to do, and they didn't pay more attention to Bill's movements.

Bill walked slowly around the newspaper office, looking around.

Each person in the new editorial office has a desk, which is divided into separate desks by thin wooden boards, and each desk is hung with a person's name indicating its affiliation.

After a quick scan, I finally found a desk with "Williams Cliff" written on it in the corner, a wooden desk with simple and disorganized furnishings, ink pens and yellowed notebooks thrown on the table, and a pile of newspapers.

A brief look at the desk, the newspaper was published by a new editor in the past three months, there was no dust on the table and chairs, and it seemed that someone cleaned it every day.

There is also a press card in the desk drawer, and Bill is still shown in the photo with long hair, sunken cheeks, and a gloomy and cold gaze.

Now Bill's appearance is a little different from before, not only the hairstyle, but also the healthy development of the body after paying attention to a nutritious diet and resting, and the face and skin are obviously different.

Sitting at his desk, he saw that the editor-in-chief Thomas had a separate office, and the office door was ajar, and it seemed that the editor-in-chief Thomas had already come to work at the newspaper.

After a long hesitation, Bill finally mustered up the courage, got up and went to the door of the editor-in-chief's office, and knocked on the door.

Bang bang bang......

"Please come in. ”

A male voice sounded in the office, and when the wooden door was opened, an old man with reading glasses was writing letters with his head down, so busy that he didn't look up at all.

Thomas's hair was bliss, neatly combed behind him, and although he looked serious and energetic, his face was full of wrinkles and age spots, indicating that the old man was no longer young.

"What's the matter. ”

He continued to write on the letterhead, asking only briefly, his voice a little tired.

Facing Thomas's editor-in-chief, an old man who had given Williams a lot of help, Bill didn't know how to open his mouth, and he didn't know if Williams's attitude towards Thomas's editor-in-chief was just as cold.

There was no answer, and Thomas's editor-in-chief finally stopped what he was doing.

Slowly looking up, he was a little stunned, and quickly took off the round spectacle lenses, stood up and greeted Bill.

"Kid, you're back!"

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

He was very happy, the corners of his mouth were raised, and at the same time he was trying to restrain himself, because Thomas's position in the newspaper office should not be easy to behave.

But no matter how wooden he was, he could see that he was very excited, and his voice was trembling.

"He ......"

"Why does he care so much about Williams?"

Lost and pondering, Bill thought that Thomas, the editor-in-chief, had only helped an orphan as a philanthropist, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"Kid, are you free tonight?"

"We can go to Wellington Road for fish and steak, talk about what you've seen outside, and tell me how you suddenly remembered to cut your hair short. ”

Thomas's editor-in-chief calmed down, still with a kind smile on his face.

"Oh, no, no, no, I seem to have something else going on tonight......"

Taking out the notepad from his bosom, which was densely filled with itineraries, the editor-in-chief Thomas squinted at it and sighed softly, confirming that there was indeed an appointment tonight.

"Next time, when you're free. ”

Bill replied slowly, and when confronted with Thomas's editor-in-chief, he couldn't even mention indifference.

"yes, I'll have to wait until next time. ”

"I'm sorry, kid, I've been doing a lot lately, probably because I'm getting older, and I feel like I don't have enough time to finish my work. ”

The editor-in-chief of Thomas was a little frustrated, he didn't want to admit the problem of age, but he had to admit defeat in the face of the years.

"Go ahead, kid, you'll always be part of the new editorial agency. ”

Leave the editor-in-chief's office and return to your desk.

For some reason, he felt that the newspaper was no longer a stranger, and just met with Thomas's editor-in-chief, and became a member of the newspaper as a matter of course.

Flipping through the yellowed notebook, which was full of the daily activities and habits of celebrities and aristocrats, he thought that Williams, if he didn't love this kind of work very much, he wanted to repay the kindness of Thomas's editor-in-chief.

That boy, indifferent to the world, still has feelings.

Putting away his speculation about Williams, Bill returns to his worries again, thinks quickly, and arranges the follow-up.

"Williams is a journalist, so can I just go out?"

"Viscount Goode is also a target for Williams, so it should be okay to follow him......

"Since you're a newspaper reporter, what about the camera?"

"If Viscount Goode doesn't have a handle, then just kill him to break the marriage, and when he gets the safe back, kill that woman to vent his anger?"

"No, it's too cheap for her!"

"The evidence should have been destroyed in front of her after she handed over the safe......

"Let her watch her hopes shattered, continue to marry Viscount Goode, and be so desperate that she wants to commit suicide every day, ha!"

Bill was a little happy when this thought popped up, and his facial expression began to distort, but no one saw it.

Getting up and walking over to the middle-aged man's desk, Bill finally knew his name, "Hansen Baker."

“......”

While he was still writing, the sunlight was suddenly blocked, and Hansen looked up strangely to see Bill standing in front of him, expressionless and speechless.

"Hey, Bill, have you already said hello to Editor-in-Chief Thomas? ”

Hansen casually inquired about the situation, and Bill nodded.

"Well, that's great, what's the matter with you looking for me now?"

Bill reached out and pointed to the wooden box camera on Hansen's desk.

"You want a camera?"

Hansen was visibly stunned, and then showed an embarrassed expression.

"Actually, I haven't used up my camera yet, and the financial industry has been growing rapidly recently, and I've always wanted to find a bank that is growing rapidly to do an economic interview. ”

"I don't know why, the manager of Barclays Trust Bank ran away when he saw me, this interview is not yet completed, the economic layout is difficult to do, everyone likes to read dry goods......"

"Don't you have enough cameras for the entertainment section?"

Hansen spun around and didn't want to hand over his camera, and Bill nodded again.

“......”

"Okay, you can use the camera first. ”

"By the way, when you went to Barclays Trust Bank before, I seemed to see that the bank manager sent you out, do you have any way for me to meet with him?"

Hansen handed the wooden box camera to Bill.

"Nope. ”

Quick refusal, he didn't want to have more communication with Hansen.

In the face of this man who is so enthusiastic about his words, for some reason, Bill always thinks of someone, a fat man who is timid, long-winded, and very greedy for money.

"Tsk, unconscionable little ghost, completely forget the favor I lent you money, and the newspaper doesn't just have a camera, you will only bully the kind-hearted uncle. ”

Hansen began to babble.

"Who makes the public prefer to watch gossip news, they are more concerned about whether handsome and amorous male stars have illegitimate children than about the huge changes that have taken place in the economic market. ”

......

Instead of listening to his ramblings, Bill quickly left the newspaper office with a yellowed notebook and press card.

His goal is very clear.

Viscount Goode.