However, the elder Murdoch insisted on the publication of the daily newspaper Paari, although it had long since lost any influence. Now, however, the elder Murdoch is in his hospital bed, and none of his children wants to carry on their father's business.

"Whose property is the Paari Evening News?" asked Sivi disapprehensively.

"Marquis of Kloser. ”

What a coincidence!

The two-storey building is not bad, but apparently not well maintained, cracks have begun to appear in the walls, and there is hardly any brand new furniture. There were no magic lamps in the room, and the glass windows were broken and covered with a thick cloth, and the whole small building looked very dark.

It was the elder Murdoch's son, Ashyan Murdoch Jr., who came to greet Sivi and Kamiao, who looked much more sleek and had a warm smile than his father.

The elder Murdoch has been ill in bed for more than a year, and the younger Murdoch has long wanted to sell the "Paali Daily", which has lost a lot of money every year, and the assets of the entire Murdoch family have shrunk significantly over the years, and they are simply no longer comparable to many ordinary businessmen.

But as long as the elder Murdoch is alive in this world, little Murdoch has no right to control the family.

It is not that no one has wanted to buy the Daily Paari over the years, which is after all a very loud newspaper name, and in the dispute that took place thirty years ago in the French Noistocratic Heraldry Bureau, which was personally arbitrated by His Majesty Charles VII, the name of the newspaper was the property of the Murdoch family and was sacrosanct.

However, the conditions they gave were too poor, not only would the old Murdoch not agree, but even the little Murdoch couldn't look down on it, at least they had to make up for the money that the family had spent on this property over the years, right?

But today's distinguished guest is different, the luxury carriage parked outside almost blinded little Murdoch's eyes in an instant, this is the carriage of the Fortune Chamber of Commerce, the Wealth Chamber of Commerce is simply synonymous with gold coins!

Although the two guests look a little young, they have a noble temperament, and they are likely to be the heirs of a large family, and they are definitely not something that little Murdoch can offend.

So his attitude was very polite, very warm, almost to the point of humility.

The two sides chatted briefly, and in a few steps, Ka Miao and Little Murdoch reached a consensus, the number he said has exceeded the psychological bottom line of Little Murdoch by more than double, and the other party's position of power is also irresistible to Little Murdoch.

"I want to meet your father!" Sivi didn't have time to deal with him, and made his request straight to the point.

On the second floor, old Murdoch's room was even poorly lit, and it was so dark at noon that it was almost impossible to see the interior of the room.

Little Murdoch himself lit a candle, which shows that Murdoch's family is so bad that they can't even afford to hire a maid.

The elder Murdoch on the hospital bed was already in his last years, and seemed to be coming to the end of his life.

He saw the coming, his cloudy eyes flashed with a hint of sparkle, he just shook his head slightly, and then closed his eyes.

"Father, this is the last chance!" said little Murdoch excitedly in his father's ear, "They are willing to give this number!"

However, the elder Murdoch only shook his head firmly and said nothing.

Little Murdoch slapped his thigh fiercely, and shouted angrily: "Father, open your eyes and see how far this family has fallen into decay in your hands! I still remember when I was a child, when we lived in a garden villa, there were butlers, maids, carriages in and out, and meat to eat! But now, Eve has to cook herself, but she is my wife, the future baroness, but she is a cook and a maid! Your two grandchildren are no different from the civilians outside, they don't even have the money to go to school, let alone go to university in the future, they won't even be able to go to middle school!"

"The Paali Daily has been in operation for 30 years, but it has only been brilliant for less than a year! The remaining 29 years have already emptied all our family savings, and we really can't afford it!" Little Murdoch ignored the existence of Sivi and Kamiao, and shouted with red eyes: "Father, you should think about me, your grandson, and the whole family!"

Two lines of tears slipped from the corners of old Murdoch's eyes, which had been dried and wrinkled, and his hands clung to the sheets.

After a long time, old Murdoch finally nodded slightly, and no longer spoke, motionless, as if he had been summoned by the Lord of Radiance.

Little Murdoch wiped away a handful of tears: "Distinguished guests, let you laugh! My father has agreed, I will go and get the family crest, and we can sign the contract and complete the transaction immediately!"

Sivi nodded lightly at Kamiao, who took out a document from her briefcase that had been drafted long ago, and walked out of the room after little Murdoch.

Sivi sat on the edge of the bed, his hand floating lightly above old Murdoch's head, his palm shining with a bright silver star.

The silver light shone in the dark bedroom, brighter than a candle, like a cool moon, moistening the old Murdoch's body, which was weakened to the extreme by years of illness.

Old Murdoch's body trembled slightly, and his body was hungry for the glorious blessing, as if the dry earth was so eager for rain and dew.

The silver light lasted for a long time, and it never abated or dissipated.

Finally, the elder Murdoch opened his eyes, and his already cloudy eyes became bright again, and he asked in a daze, "What is this?"

"Lady Silvermoon's favor!" replied with a smile, "Mr. Murdoch, it's nice to meet you, just call me Syvi!"

"Mr. Sivi, old Murdoch is not worth your attack this time!" Old Murdoch knew that the healing spell just now was at least the same as a high-level healing magic technique, and such a price would never be paid by the Murdoch family.

However, he felt that his already chaotic mind was clear again, the stubborn disease had completely dissipated, and the vitality of life was once again emerging from his body.

"Monsieur Murdoch, I would like to hire you as editor-in-chief of the Daily Paari! Thirty gold francs a month?" said Sivi with a smile on his terms.

The elder Murdoch has been in this business for 30 years and can be said to be a true role model in the newspaper industry.

Moreover, before Sivi set out, he had read the "Paari Daily" collected by Ka Miao, especially the newspapers in recent years, which in a sense coincided with Sivi's opinion, and the old Murdoch was worthy of being a newspaper prodigy.

It's just that the "Paalli Daily" was unremittingly attacked by the "Paalli Evening News", and the other party persistently continued to cause trouble for the Murdoch family, so that the influence of this newspaper became lower and lower, and finally as the old Murdoch fell ill in bed, it reached the point where it was about to be completely suspended. (To be continued.) )