In August of 836 in the Julian calendar, this hot summer was not destined to be lonely. So much so that later, a number of famous historians have designated this as the true symbol of the birth of smart journalism.

Even after many years, many journalists still remember that beautiful and glorious era.

As we entered August, several new newspapers appeared on the streets of Acadherine: The Caribbean Times, The Flash News, The Acadherine Express, The Globe, The Weekly Telegraph, The Acadherine Post, The Lightning, ...... And so on, there are as many as thirteen or fourteen in total.

The sudden emergence of a variety of newspapers immediately shocked the eyes of the people of Akadeline.

They have strict news and commentary, short social news and life information from parents, ambiguous lace news, legal columns, sports commentary, current political analysis and military intelligence bulletins, beautiful women, fashion and food......

In addition to this, there are folk tales, gossip in the streets and alleys. There is even a very frenzied inclusion of newspapers such as "The Big Bad Wolf Pictorial", which is specially distributed for children.

In short, the flavors are diverse, and the applicable groups are wide, so you can choose.

No matter what you like, you can find the part you like and love to read in the middle of a pile of newspapers.

As the Semitic capital and the first place of the Semitic people, the literacy rate of the Arcadherines is much higher than the national level.

The total number of citizens is as high as 600,000, and there is an extremely large demand for the life of the jīng gods.

But before that, only the jīng gods of the Akadrines lived in poverty.

Everyone has nothing to do but listen to the bard singing and see the tiger and lion in the circus. Ruthlessly, those who spend some money have more options than them, such as the opera house, listening to the castrated singers snorting, only to go to the red light district to talk to the runaway women about their ideals or something.

The only newspapers that can understand the outside world and the world are the "Flash Times" and the "Caribbean Times".

If in the past, before the Lorraine army came, you could still see that the people of the old zhèngfǔ and the new zhèngfǔ sprayed each other, splashed dirty water, sprinkled dog blood or something.

But since the human occupation of Acadrin, these two newspapers, which served as the mouthpiece of zhèngfǔ, have lost their strength at the moment. The content is the same, and it is the same. Praise the republic zhèngfǔ and the human coalition. Or maybe the Grand Duke Julius personally inspected such and such a place, and the vast number of Lingshen people gave him something in order to express their gratitude to the great Lingshan savior......

For the Akadrine, these things are truly nausea. If it weren't for the good habit of wiping your buttocks with paper when you go to the toilet these days, otherwise, you wouldn't even touch them.

And now the sudden emergence of several newspapers, with a variety of content, has filled the gap in their cultural needs.

As soon as it was listed, it aroused great interest among the people of Acadherine.

In particular, the lace news about parliamentarians and high-ranking officials published above was very popular and loved by the broad masses of the people who were far away from politics.

The "Flash Times" and the "Caribbean Times" don't publish these things, they are too strict, and to ordinary people, they are like those Gallic roosters, cold and noble. And only the cold and noble remains.

When the newspaper is on the market, it is the time when the people are happiest.

At this time, in the streets and alleys, there will always be some ordinary people gathered to talk about the news of the newspaper of the day, either the parliamentarian is involved in the scandal again, or who said the wrong thing with a big mouth......

Not only the ordinary townspeople liked it, but the middle class in Akaderine, the ordinary low-ranking civil servants, also kept these newspapers on their desks, and talked about them in the living room or at the wine table, laughing at the fools who were caught by the newspapers.

Because the news published is all about big people, and many of them are still negative information, so the people of Akadrine praised each other: the media really has a moral conscience and is not afraid of the powerful

In a very short period of time, these newspapers had a huge influence among the people.

Anyone named in the newspaper immediately became infamous, and people were watched on the street, and some were even thrown rotten eggs and tomatoes.

Of course, these people are all people who are indignant, and they are not a big deal. Even if they were caught by the city guards who rushed in, they often reprimanded them very, very harshly, and then raised their hands and let them go.

Although the parliamentarians speculated that these newspapers were created by President Bullard and used them to deal with them, they could not find any evidence.

They also sent someone to check, but found that the owners of these newspapers were either a certain chamber of commerce or a private person.

Moreover, these parliamentarians are not stupid and have also thought of putting pressure on these newspapers. I want those lowly puppies to be honest, otherwise they won't be able to eat and walk around.

But under the banner of news and fair public opinion, Fei Dan was not afraid at all, but instead bit back, bursting out with cynicism and sneering at those lawmakers who were pressuring, and slashing his face.

Under such a glorious slogan, the tossed congressmen could not do anything to scold President Bullard for attacking dissidents - after all, all these things were done because of their own unclean butts.

Therefore, I can only hold this breath for the time being. Then tell each other that the wind has been very tight lately, be careful not to be targeted by those pups.

At the same time, these newspapers received strong support from the Republic, first expanding their distribution channels to the eastern provinces that had been controlled by the coalition forces, and gradually expanding to the western provinces.

To this end, President Bullard even used a telegraph network that had not yet been fully built. So that the local circulation of the newspaper and the Akadeline can do almost at the same time.

Strong public opinion pressure on the opposition has been formed at home.

Fire prevention, anti-theft, anti-journalists. It has also become a consensus and a hot topic among parliamentarians, but what makes them strange is that there are many things that are all personal, and even only three or five people know about them, but they are still poked out by the newspaper.

This can't help but make the parliamentarians wonder, how did the newspapers know about the news?

Could it be that those journalists can turn into cockroaches and ants?

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Roy, a well-known reporter for the Weekly Telegraph, walked into the Blue Sè Lily restaurant.

He was about thirty-five years old, handsome, and dared to scream and bite...... Bah Bah Bah, with a sharp pen, specializing in exposing all kinds of shady scenes and the ulterior between the big people ** is known in the Arcaderine press industry. Affectionately known as the head of the Acadherine Triad.

He looked around, then sat down in the corner of the Blue Lily Restaurant. Keep your eyes on the door of the restaurant, carefully watching everyone who walks into the restaurant.

On the stage in the middle of the restaurant, the band players play soft music, which makes people jīng delightful.

Except for the stage, the rest of the restaurant is dimly lit, and small table lamps are placed on the table, which cleverly hide the faces of customers in the hazy yellow light.

Each table is covered with a jīng fine linen tablecloth, and a fresh rose is inserted in a vase.

The uniformed waiters are polite, holding a white towel in one hand and a tray in the other, skillfully shuttling between the tables.

The soft glow of jīng's porcelain and glassware is met with only the whispering of customers and the crisp clatter of knives and forks.

A single qiē detail shows that this is a fine dining restaurant for the upper class. At the same time, it is definitely a good place for confidential conversations.

It didn't take long for the blue sè lily to open, and with its first-class service and delicious food, it quickly became famous in the high society of Akaderine, becoming a favorite consumption place for big names and ladies and celebrities.

And because of its proximity to the Imperial Palace, there are many high-ranking officials and members of both houses who come and go here.

The shops here have always been known for their high prices and hard to find. Without a certain backstage and background, you don't even want to open here.

Immediately after Acadherine's victory, she was acquired by a mysterious person, who soon opened the restaurant, which is said to be a chain restaurant group modeled after humans.

Bentley, but Bentley knows some channels, knows something that others don't know.

This blue lily is actually the branch of the human restaurant group in Acadherine, and its owner is the girlfriend of Lord Lorraine, the outstanding representative of the Semitic commoner girl, Miss Claudia.

At this moment, the revolving door of the restaurant turned, and a man wearing a black sè hat walked in.

He declined the hat that the waiter had kept for him, bowed his head, and went around the tables to the corner where no one was looking.

Then he pulled out a chair, sat down next to Bentley, and said, "Sorry, I'm late, and I'm going to work overtime tonight." ”

As he spoke, he threw a yellow envelope on the table.

Bentley shook hands with him across the table and said politely, "It's okay, I've just arrived, what to eat?"

The visitor shook his head, beckoned to the waiter passing by, and asked for a cup of Earl Grey tea.

"So, my dear Monsieur Dias, I hear that you have made another big move lately. Bentley smiled and took a sip from his glass.

Dias shrugged his shoulders and said in a businesslike tone: "You know the rules, the work in the department is confidential, and I can't sue you." ”

Bentley shook his glass and sneered, "Oh, come on, there's no outsider here." ”

At this time, the waiter brings the steaming black tea.

Dias picked up the teacup and took a sip, then said slowly: "Rules are rules, I just came out of the SS inspection department, and that place is ......"

He was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't want to go in again." ”

Bentley helplessly picked at the corners of his mouth, he also knew that the secret of the old zhèngfǔ had just been thoroughly purged by Lord Lorraine's SS.

After the reorganization, it was renamed the Federal Bureau of Investigation and received operational guidance from the Zhōngyāng Intelligence Bureau, and Lord Lorraine had another bad taste in this matter.

It is said that many secret jǐngcha at that time were tied to the execution ground and then shot in the head.

Less than one-tenth of the original department remained, and each of them became frightened birds, cautious for fear of making mistakes.

If it weren't for the fact that President Brad personally instructed him to do something, the secret jǐng cha in front of him, who had taken on a new identity as a federal agent, would not have dared to have a private meeting with him.

Putting down the teacup, Dias sneered: "I'm not like you, there is a boss lady behind the accident." ”

Bentley spread his hands, pretending to show an embarrassed expression, and then smiled proudly, very satisfied with his backer.

Although he came from an ordinary family, he went through the door of Fiona, the eldest princess of Lingshan.

In the old zhèngfǔ era, Bentley had a relationship with a young lady of the Pink Panther Sisterhood, a well-known luxury goods smuggling organization in Lingshan.

Later, President Brad wanted to run a newspaper, but there were too few gunmen in his hands. Therefore, I recommended him to be a gold medal reporter, otherwise, I wouldn't know that the owner of this restaurant is Lorraine's girlfriend.

Bentley leaned over to Dias and whispered, "But, you have to tell me something, the big boss has been in a hurry lately." ”

Dias shook his head firmly, and said sternly: "Leaking secrets is a big crime, and even the work summary report I brought can't be shown to you." ”

As he spoke, he tapped the envelope that he had placed casually on the table, and then continued: "Even if I carelessly threw it away, I would have to be reprimanded when I returned to the department, do you understand?"

Then, Dias picked up the black tea, raised his head and drank it all, grabbed a piece of snack and stuffed it into his mouth, and muttered, "Hell, it's time." I have to rush back to work overtime. Goodbye, Bentley. ”

As he spoke, he touched his hat with his fingers, then turned and walked out of the restaurant quickly.

Watching his figure disappear into the street, Bentley retracted his gaze.

He held the wine glass in one hand, picked up the envelope on the table with the other, shook his head and sighed twice, and said sympathetically: "Oh, my poor Dias, he has forgotten such an important text, and he will definitely be scolded when he goes back." ”

Then he stuffed it into his leather bag, waved to the waiter, opened the menu, glanced at it, ordered a few large portions of seafood, and enjoyed his dinner happily.

The well-fed Bentley reporter returned to his upscale dormitory in the eastern side of the inner city, slept beautifully, bought a few freshly baked newspapers from the newsstand on the street early the next morning, beckoned a horse-drawn cab, and watched the news with his name on it appear on the front page, lashing out at the low level of education and moral turpitude of some legislators for serving the Semitic people.

Then he went to the newspaper office with the newspaper in his hand, and went out again in the respectful greetings of everyone.

This time, Bentley went straight to the palace, where the original Semitic palace had undergone extensive renovation and was divided into several different areas.

The presidential palace occupied the emperor's bedroom and study, while the Allied General Staff occupied the side hall, and the Senate and the House of Representatives were divided into two palaces.

The sprawling palace provided enough office space for more than 1,000 senators and their men.

Bentley walked into the Senate building, and the doors were full of men and women in formal suits, and most of them were middle-aged men and young, beautiful, dignified and beautiful female secretaries.

After inspecting the throne at the gate, Bentley asked to see Senator Bert, Williams.

Each member of the Senate has a dedicated office with a few clerks, rather than a few members sharing an office, as is the case in the House of Representatives.

Bentley walked up to the third floor and stopped at the door of a room with a Williams Senate name tag on it.

The door opened was a beautiful woman wearing a gray sè white collar suit and a white sè shirt, with a string of pink sè pearl necklaces hanging from her slender neck, the open neckline revealing white and tender skin, the clothes on her chest were tight, and the lower body was a knee-length skirt that was close to her hips.

Bentley kept a smile on his face, but he cursed resentfully in his heart: these greedy bitches will really enjoy it.

More than half of the parliamentarian scandals he got were related to young and beautiful female interns, but these scandals did not bring down parliamentarians, so they were not adopted by newspapers.

"Why are the female staff in my office a bunch of ugly bastards? Bentley felt sorry for what had happened to him.

The sour and smelly uncles in the newspaper are naturally less popular than the high-ranking bigwigs in the parliament.

Bentley reported the news, and the female secretary smiled professionally and said, "Have you made an appointment?"

The gold medal reporter shook his head with a smile, took out his business card and handed it to the female secretary, and said confidently: "I believe that the Senate will be happy to see me." ”

The name of the reporter made the little secretary frown, she also knew that everyone had been guarding against those annoying and pervasive reporters recently, and dropped a hard "wait a minute", and the little secretary turned around and walked into the room.

A few minutes later, the little secretary came out and politely said "please".

With a triumphant smile, Bentley strode into the middle office, and Congressman Williams stood up from behind his desk, enthusiastically reached out his hand, shook Bentley vigorously, and said with a smile: "Welcome, our gold medal reporter in the press, your newspaper's recent report is very powerful." ”

Bentley smiled modestly and said with a pun: "There, it's all the councilors who give face." ”

Senator Williams could only smile dryly.

He hated this hypocritical reporter from the bottom of his heart, especially his fake appearance of smiling and not smiling, which made him can't help but get goosebumps, feeling like being targeted by a fox.

But lately, the reporters of Arcadherine can't afford to offend, and these damn guys are so arrogant to wear who scolds whom.

The senator had to think about his own future, he was a nobleman from the Eastern Province, and was targeted by the lackeys of Madolins, so he had to flee to the Caribbean and join the republican zhèngfǔ, and by chance, became this senate.

The current parliamentarians are all appointed, and they will be elected in the next few years, so accumulating fame, popularity, and building a good relationship with the newspaper have become things that he cannot but consider, and if he is not proud, he does not want to offend these reporters, even if he knows that these people have bad intentions.

After the secretary brought the door from outside, Bentley sat down across from Congressman Williams and said, "I took the liberty of coming to the door because of a very important matter." I have something I want the Senate to see. ”

Congressman Williams's brows furrowed tightly, and he secretly said in his heart: This is not a good thing.

Bentley took out a copy of Wen Jiàn from his bag, gently placed it on the table and pushed it over.

Senator Williams looked down at this and that ordinary note, and felt like a red-hot soldering iron.

After hesitating for a few minutes with a frown, the Senate gritted his teeth, opened the envelope with his hands, and quickly glanced at the contents of the door, his face changed dramatically in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "What do you mean by this?" (To be continued. )