Bang!

There was a loud bang.

Cecil threw the cup in his hand to the ground,

Thankfully, the prime minister's office was decorated with a carpet from the valley of the two rivers, and the cup only opened one.

Of course, this will definitely not be used anymore.

Across from him, sat a relatively young politician -

Arthur James Belfort,

He was Cecil's nephew and political heir.

Belfort picked up the cup, brushed his right index finger slowly through the opening of the cup, then shook his head and threw it into the trash can in the corner.

This time, the cup shattered completely, making a crisp sound.

Cecil frowned,

"You say, what is this!?"

He waved the Mirror in his hand, raised his voice, and asked again, "What is this!?" ”

Newspapers were waved and paper hunted.

Belfour squeezed out a wry smile,

"Uncle, who would have thought that such a thing would happen?"

Coming, they were put on a stand by Lafayette,

It was unexpected.

Cecil frowned, pondered for a moment, and said, "Arthur, do you think there is a shadow of the Liberal Party in this matter?" Or is it just a little willfulness on His Majesty's deathbed? ”

Asking this question shows that he has regained his composure.

Balfour also thought,

Long

"The latter is more likely."

This sentence was like a reassurance, and Cecil's distorted and red face gradually recovered from anger.

Cecil slumped back in his chair,

"In other words, the Mirror was also a 'sneak attack' on the Liberals?"

Balfour shook his head,

"No, it won't. After all, the Mirror is a newspaper sponsored by the University of London Union, with London politics and economics at the helm, and the in-depth cooperation of the Manchester Guardian and The Scotsman, Sir Wardhouse could not have heard the news beforehand. ”

In other words, the Liberals knew that the Queen was seriously ill.

"Tsk......"

Cecil couldn't help but be stunned, and said in his heart that those ducks had quite strict beaks, and they didn't leak any news.

But his hanging heart has been let go at this time,

He laughed, "I thought there was a curfew...... Since the queen and the new king don't mean to favor the Liberals, it's much easier~"

The Conservatives want to take this opportunity to purge the legacy of previous events.

Balfour's gaze shifted to the newspaper,

"Uncle, what the hell do you say this newspaper is all about?"

Cecil scratched his head,

"How do I know?"

They had been thinking about politics just now, and only now did they remember to pay attention to the Mirror itself.

This newspaper is so new!

"Innovative" of "new".

Cecil flipped through the first edition of the obituary, followed by the people's livelihood section,

"People's Livelihood ......"

This is the first time the word has appeared on newspaper pages.

Balfour raised his eyebrows, skimmed through the content, and said: "This section is really about the daily life of citizens. What I see includes clothing, food, housing, transportation, employment, entertainment, and family......"

Everything related to people's livelihood, including directly related and indirectly related, appears in this page.

The two of them continued to turn a few pages back,

I have to admit that this page will definitely be very popular with the people.

It uses a lot of first-hand information:

From the Queen's Funeral to the Anglo-Boer War, to the Indian Revolution, and finally to the Navy's budget fraud......

On top of this, a number of professors and experts in London politics and economics gave a summary,

"Expected job growth first! Above industry, who favors agriculture? 》

"Housing prices have risen for five consecutive months, or it may become the most difficult to afford the property market. Expert: Determined homebuyers still have a lot of demand》

It's about salt! Under the watchful eye of the Queen, we will crack down on the illegal behavior of price gouging! 》

……

Cecil couldn't help but mutter:

"These titles are too good, aren't they?"

Even as the prime minister, he couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see the specific content, not to mention those small people in the market.

After all, the 19th and 20th centuries were times of chaos, peace was never the main theme, and even in Britain, the people feared that an unknown war in the distance would affect their lives.

Let's just say India,

With the Queen's death, Londoners may not be able to afford black tea if they make a little Mars.

clothing, food, housing, transportation, employment......

Isn't that what citizens are most concerned about?

Cecil said: "What a livelihood! As a newspaper, the Mirror is no longer simply a news report, but speculates on public opinion and appeases public opinion. ”

There was one more sentence he didn't say,

After speculation and pacification, it's time for "control".

Balfour couldn't help but praise: "The People's Livelihood Edition is indeed a great invention. Although there are similar reports in various newspapers, it is indeed unprecedented for the Mirror to be so concentrated and so full. ”

With the People's Livelihood Edition alone, it is destined that the "Mirror" will not fail to sell.

The corners of Cecil's mouth hooked,

"Thankfully, it's not hard to imitate. Who doesn't know a few brick beasts, right? ”

Belfort nodded,

He can conclude that in less than a week, other newspapers will also launch people's livelihood editions.

At that time, the advantage of the Mirror will be gone.

Cecil continued to flip back,

Suddenly, his eyes widened,

“Fxxk！”

I spit out dirty words.

Belfort was surprised,

Uncle is in the Palace of Westminster, and he has always been careful about his words and deeds, and rarely has gaffes.

He leaned forward and looked at the back page of the newspaper.

outcome

“Fxxk！”

He also spat out the dirty words.

Because there is an unexpected word written on the next page -

Bisexual!

Unexpectedly, "The Mirror" would do three things.

Serious newspapers like The Times and The Daily Telegraph would never have had such a layout.

Balfour touched his nose in embarrassment,

"What the hell is this, hey!"

……

Fleet Street,

The Times Headquarters.

The editor-in-chief, George Earl Bakker, looked at the Mirror in his hand with an incomprehensible expression.

There is a good saying,

"The layman looks at the liveliness, the insider looks at the doorway",

Unlike the average reader, Buckle's first notice is not the content of the Mirror, but the layout and length of the Mirror.

He asked the clerk standing aside, "Are you sure it's okay?" ”

The clerk was puzzled,

"Less? What's missing? ”

Buckle waved the newspaper in his hand and said, "This thing is not right." How is it only half the size of a typical newspaper? ”

The clerk couldn't help but complain in his heart, it turned out that the editor-in-chief said "less" meant this.

He replied: "Editor-in-chief, no matter how stupid I am, at most I will miss a few pages of the newspaper, and I will not be able to tear up half of each page." ”

Buckle felt that his IQ was being questioned,

He glared at the clerk,

"Can I not know?"

The clerk bowed his head and honestly stopped talking.

Bakker took the newspaper in his hand and flipped it, then said, "Half a newspaper sells for threepence?" The layout has shrunk, but the price is not low, can it be sold? The only explanation for this pricing is that they are confident in their content. ”

He's just seen the front page of the obituary,

It must be admitted that the person who wrote this obituary was extremely skilled, and the reporters all over London could not have that level of skill when they put their brains together.

But an obituary is just an obituary.

Bakker flipped back a few pages and looked at an article in the Minsheng edition, and beads of sweat dripping down his face.

This content is just so good and so new!

fortunately

"It's okay,"

Bakr comforted himself,

"Can be reproduced. We can reproduce. ”

Muttering, he turned the page back again, and came to the never-before-seen version of the sexes, and the whole person was stunned on the spot.

Bakir was confused,

"This ...... What is it? ”

The clerk shook his head and staggered his gaze, looking like a decent man and a gentleman.

Buckle was speechless for a while and said: "The Mirror is sponsored by London politics and economics, how can it be possible to make colors in public?" If I want to see it, it's a sideline ball at best. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the gender version of the article,

The name is "13 Years of a Princess: A Staff and a Crown Seal the Door of the Heart".

Seeing this title, Bakker felt as if there were countless ants crawling around on his body,

It was a hard experience to describe.

It seems to be a sense of shame, like sticky asphalt, filling the room and making it impossible to breathe,

But with shame, there is also curiosity,

Buckle, a big man, had an unparalleled desire to read it just because of the title of the article.

He began to read the first subsection of the article:

——

Anointed, crowned......

Like a puppet, I completed the coronation.

Physically and mentally exhausted, I returned to the palace bedroom as a queen and packed up the things of the "princess era",

In the secret cabinet of the desk, I found a thick diary, and the youth hidden in it was my secret love for a certain prince,

I suddenly realized that at the age of seventeen, when I was disgraced, there had also been a few days of bright and flamboyant days.

It turned out that I used to be deeply in love.

——

First-person narration?

In love?

But neither "Jane Eyre" nor "Anna Karenina" is written in this inexplicable way.

Buckle shook his head, feeling himself staring into the dark and wriggling abyss,

At the same time, the abyss is staring at him,

He knew that if he finished reading this article, he would definitely be doomed as a journalist.

But he just couldn't contain his curiosity and continued to read.

The heroine is a princess who falls in love with a crown prince of another country,

But later, under the dual pressure of national interests and political considerations, the lovers had to give up their love.

Buckle always felt that the story was somewhat familiar,

However, the first-person narration confused him, and for a moment he couldn't remember where the familiar feeling came from.

It was a long time before Bakel slapped his forehead,

"The story seems to be about Queen Victoria and Alexander II! Fxxk！ Who is so bold as to dare to choreograph the queen at this time?! ”

He looked at the author's column,

I saw an unexpected name written there-

Charles Presvich Scott,

Editor-in-Chief of The Manchester Guardian.

This man's ability to write headlines like "13 Years of a Princess: A Staff and a Crown to Seal the Door of the Heart" and the fact that he can fictionalize the Queen's love in the first person shows that he has completely fallen to the dark side of journalism.

Buckle couldn't help but mutter: "The advent of the Mirror has accelerated the development of journalism for at least ten years." ”

The clerk was shocked: "Editor-in-chief!? ”

Bakr raised his hand,

"No, don't talk to me yet! I'd like to see what else they can do! ”

He continued to roll backwards until the end,

At the end of the Mirror is the entertainment content section, with only one large line on it:

Lu's new work is about to be serialized!

Buckle barely caught his breath,

This newspaper,

Don't talk about martial arts!

……

London Politics and Economics,

Temporary office of the Mirror.

Wardhouse had just arrived, and he looked like a dusty man, but no one greeted him.

The new newspaper was first published, and the office was too busy,

No one is available.

Wardhouse grabbed a clerk and asked, "What about Professor Lu?" He should be here today, right? I'm looking for him! ”

The clerk looked him up and down,

"Who are you!?"

Waldhouse almost vomited blood,

As an investor, the staff of the Guardian did not even know themselves, which was a real failure.

He was just about to introduce himself when he heard Lu Shi's voice,

"Sir, why are you here? Come to my office! ”

Waldhouse followed the prestige, and found Lu Shi poking his head out of a small room on the right hand side, beckoning to himself, and walked over quickly,

He flashed, and the cat entered the room.

The office is ridiculously messy, and the desks are already full,

There were also stacks on the east and west on the ground, and there was not even a place to stay.

Wardhouse could only stand against the wall.

Lu Shi said embarrassedly: "Sir, you can take care of it, just wait until you move to Fleet Street." Mr. Scott had already started to prepare, but he hadn't done it yet. ”

Wardhouse nodded, and then said, "Professor Lu, did you write that obituary?" ”

Lu Shi was surprised,

"I wrote it right. How? Is my style so obvious? ”

Wardhouse chuckled: "It's not about style, it's about innovation." I can't think of a second person who can write an obituary like that in a short period of time. ”

In fact, it is not a "short time",

After Lu Shi knew that Queen Victoria was seriously ill, he began to look up her life.

Of course, this kind of thing must not be said nonsense, otherwise it will be cursed.

Lu Shi shook his head,

"Sir lifted me."

Wardhouse couldn't help but ask, "Professor Lu, why don't you sign it?" ”

Lu Shi chuckled,

"Think about those words, and then think about my identity, right?"

Wardhouse was stunned,

Looking back, the obituary was written by Lu Shi, a Chinese, and it seemed to have a hint of banter, even sarcasm,

He is indeed not suitable for signature.

He asked, "Professor Lu, could it be that you have a sarcastic ......?"

Lu Shi smiled mysteriously and interrupted the other party,

"Don't talk about that."

He doesn't talk in front of the British.

Naturally, Waldhouse was not ready to continue to ask, so he thought about diverting the topic.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

As a result, before Lu Shi opened the door, Scott crashed directly in.

He kicked over a stack of materials on the ground, almost fell, and quickly propped up the desk with both hands, where he gasped for breath and said, "Lu, the "Mirror" is selling really well! We simply don't print enough! ”

Lu Shi didn't care,

"Waiting for tomorrow to announce the results of the poll for 'The 20 Greatest Britons', it will definitely sell better."

Scott said, "Will it be okay!?" ”

Lu Shi asked, "Is there any problem?" ”

Scott scratched his head and lowered his voice,

"Lu, do you know how many copies of the first issue of the Mirror will be sold if this trend continues?"

Lu Shi shook his head,

To be honest, he really didn't know much about journalism.

"Because The Mirror is a tabloid and there were no cartoons in the first issue, it was much less difficult to print than other major newspapers," Scott said. Now, as long as the printing press is fully open, as much as it can be printed to the newsboy. ”

Lu Shi understood it,

"In other words, today we print as much as we sell? So how much can we print today? ”

Scott held out a finger.

Wardhouse said, "Ten thousand...... No, there are more than that. So yes...... Lakh...... Hiss ......"

He gasped, disbelief written all over his face.

Scott said with certainty: "That's right, it's 100,000." The first issue of "Mirror", sales exceeded 100,000 copies in a single day! ”

The office couldn't help but fall into silence,

“……”

“……”

“……”

Long

“Fxxk！ Fxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxk！！！！ ”

Wardhouse clenched his fists and tried to punch Scott's shoulder a few times to show his excitement, but he tripped and threw himself directly into the other's arms.

But he continued: "The Mirror...... What the hell is this monster!? ”

(End of chapter)