At noon, the scorching subtropical sun stinged every pedestrian on the streets of Johannes, and Mott tugged at his slightly tight tie and hurried into a towering office building.

"Hi Mott!"

"Mott, are you going to get rich again!"

"Who knows?"

"Brother, is it big news?"

"Perhaps!"

"There's no one at home at night, you can...!"

"More on that later!"

Along the way, Mott casually dealt with the colleagues in the company who greeted him one after another, and finally arrived at the destination of his trip after smiling and patting the last female colleague who threw a wink at him.

Straightening his clothes against the glass door, then opening his mouth and baring his teeth, Mott gave his most satisfying smile.

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in!"

"Hi Editor-in-Chief, it's me, Mott!"

"I'm not blind, I can see you Mott, what's the matter, you know I'm busy."

The white man in a suit sitting in a leather chair put aside the newspaper in his hand, and the bright sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him on the huge oval-shaped desk, making the name plate trimmed with gold thread even more lustrous.

【South Philippine Citizen】

[Editor-in-Chief: Jerry Rupert]

Looking at the metal nameplate in front of the table that he had dreamed of for years, Mott's eyes showed a hint of fiery desire, but he knew in his heart that he could not sit in this position now.

Before that, he had to work hard to make a few more big news, first strive to become a gold medal reporter from a small reporter who did not enter the stream, and finally strive for that position.

"Of course, editor-in-chief, you are very short on time, but this time I really found the big news, otherwise I would never dare to waste your time again."

Mott's tone sounded confident, but his editor-in-chief let out a few sarcastic laughs when he heard it.

"Haha, I'm sorry!"

As if he had heard some funny joke, the editor-in-chief Rupert looked at his subordinates who were gradually becoming embarrassed in front of him with his playful and suspicious eyes, and said impatiently:

"If you want to tell me in the next second like you did last time that there is a prawn in District 9 and some black man who is engaged in illegal surname trading, then please go straight out, I've had enough of this stupid news, we are the South Philippine Citizen, not a third-rate newspaper that can be bought casually by a rand on the street!"

Jerry Rupert said that in the back, like a roaring lion, the originally confident Mott instantly wilted.

"I want big news, big news, you know?"

"I'm sorry editor-in-chief, it was indeed my fault before, but this time I can assure you that it is definitely a big news that meets the requirements of the newspaper."

Mott wiped the cold sweat from his head, remembering that he had spent a month's salary to buy a "secret conspiracy" from an informant in his official job, and his heart gradually settled.

"Let's talk about it, what big news."

"..... on MUN, District 9 and Non-Southern Union Governors"

In the atmosphere of the editor-in-chief Rupert's eyes gradually brightening, Mott told everything he knew.

The next day, when the morning sun rose from the sky, the morning news from the South Philippine Citizen spread to thousands of households in the South Philippines through television, radio, newspapers and other media.

Then, this non-mainstream local newspaper, which was originally published in Johannes in Araburi, reached an unprecedented peak in ratings after only a dozen minutes.

The soaring ratings were an aphrodisiac for all the news outlets, and when they saw that the news broadcast by the South Philippine Citizen newspaper had attracted the attention of the whole society, all the newspapers were stimulated, like a shark that smelled fishy, and they all quickly followed in the same direction.

As for what changes and turmoil will be caused by the broadcast news, no one cares, after all, they are only messengers of justice responsible for exposing social phenomena, not conspirators who are full of evil in the news.

"According to the relevant information obtained by the reporter of the Sun newspaper, the United and MUN reached a secret agreement to be implemented in the near future, in order to strengthen the management of the ninth arrondissement, they are ready to demolish all the surrounding poor people, and establish full military control there, covering 23 neighborhoods, affecting about more than one million people......"

"The weekly newspaper is still following up, and we can see that this incident has aroused great concern from all walks of life, and many people have expressed their opinions on it.....

"This is the Johannes newspaper, our reporters have taken to the streets to bring you a live broadcast, and as time goes on, you can see that the residents who are dissatisfied with this matter have taken to the streets, and then we will bring you random interviews with the protest crowds;

Reporter: What do you think of the agreement reached between Johannes and MUN?

Interviewee A: We won't agree, we're not going to let anyone take our house.

Interviewee B: Those people don't care about our lives or deaths, it's a crime, they don't have the right to ask us what to do, they don't deserve to lead the people of Johannes, get out of position! ”

"Get down! ! ! The crowd next to him shouted the same slogan.

"Bang!" The exquisite ashtray flashed and slammed into the TV that had just played the news of the parade, and the crowd on the screen disappeared in an instant with the sound of electricity.

At this moment, in the palatial office, more than a dozen people standing were silent, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Even if they went out of the room and were all high-ranking officials in Johannes's small power, they still had to be honestly scolded here.

"Idiots, they're all a bunch of idiots, what are you all doing, what did I tell you before, don't you know the rules of secrecy? Actually let these damn journalists know about our plans, who is going to tell them now, what to do, what to do now? ”

The gray-haired man across from them sneered and put the question in front of them, but no one answered. Seeing this, the man pointed at a random person among the standing crowd.

"Come!"

The chosen one swallowed and replied tentatively:

"Why don't we appease the poor and compensate those who are willing to move out of the area around the ninth arrondissement?"

"Compensation?" The gray-haired man interrupted the speech directly.

"Do you know how much this compensation costs? Or is it up to you, the idiot who came up with the plan, to pay for it? ”

The man who answered the question hurriedly lowered his head, and the people standing in combination with the news they had gotten naturally flashed with a wisp of deep thought in their eyes.

They know that in order to facilitate the eviction work, the non-Yugoslav central government has indeed contributed a sum of money, but this money is only a symbolic tens of thousands of US dollars, and if the plan of compensation is chosen, then it means that almost 99% of the relocation compensation will be borne by the Johannes local government itself.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

What's more, it was not the slums of the ninth district that the non-southern union chose to move out of at the beginning, but the alien prawns of the ninth district.

However, during the consultation process, Johannes's local councillors rejected the hub's proposal and told the non-SAUD central government that they believed that moving out of the slum had obvious advantages over moving prawns because of stability and scientific value, as well as obstacles encountered in the relocation process.

On the one hand, there are slums that do little and bring dirt and chaos to the city. On the one hand, there are prawns in the ninth district, which have great scientific value, economic value, and even political value.

And it is much easier to move away from those who have no power, not even a force such as the International Alien Protection Organization, and live in the slums, than it is to move away from the millions of prawns that involve many forces.

Whoever these two leave and send who away, any mature politician knows what to choose. The central organization wants to spend tens of thousands of dollars to keep the bad and take away the good things, so there is such an easy good thing, but in the end, it will affect the local officials in their own jurisdiction.

And the councillors heard from the people below Hillbro that the people in the slums were a little restless during this time, so they just took this opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

In today's decentralized federal system, the central government wants to make the cities under its command unconditionally obey the arrangement without giving money, and it is basically impossible to move out of the ninth arrondissement.

However, when the plan was about to be promoted, everyone did not expect it to be reported by reporters.

Thinking of this, after everyone sorted out their heads, a second person finally said his suggestion.

"Minister, I think that the slum dwellers who have gone to the streets to make trouble are a group of homeless black households, most of whom do not have property rights to their own places of residence, and only live there for historical reasons.

Now that we've moved them out and kindly rezoned them to a new area to live in, we're doing a good thing for the country and the people. ”

The second official who made the suggestion clearly had a countermeasure, and when he saw the minister's curious gaze, he said the next steps.

"Our starting point is good, but in any matter, there are always some people who don't know what to do and bad to come out and make trouble, we must not give in to their threats and give them money, in this case, we should arrest some people who violate the law and make trouble, in order to set an example, and the rest of the people will naturally be self-defeating."

"Hahaha, okay, it's exactly what I want, just do what you say!"

The white-haired old man's flabby face had a fierce smile.

A cruel choice that would have staked the fate of millions of people was decided in this extravagant office.

No one can decide the fate of others, but when they are managers in an organization, the choices they make will be fulfilled for them.

After only three days of demonstrations, a large number of heavily armed and violent units wearing helmets, batons, anti-blast shields, and even loaded guns began to take to the streets under the command of Johannes officials.

The massive arrest, like a big net, was over the heads of the people in the slums.....