British writer

boom!

There was a loud bang.

Cecil dropped the cup in his hand to the ground.

Fortunately, the prime minister's office was exquisitely decorated and covered with carpets sent from Mesopotamia, so the cup only cracked a hole.

Of course, this can no longer be used.

Opposite him, sitting a relatively young politician——

Arthur James Balfour,

He was Cecil's nephew and political heir.

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

The cup completely shattered this time, making a crisp sound.

Cecil frowned;

"Say, what is this!?"

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

Newspapers were waved, and the paper rustled.

Belfort forced out a wry smile,

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

Later, they were treated by Lafayette,

It was really unexpected.

Cecil frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Arthur, do you think there is any trace of the Liberal Party in this matter? Or is it just a little willfulness of His Majesty before his death?"

Asking this question shows that he has regained his composure.

Belfort also thought,

a long time,

"The latter is more likely."

This sentence was like a reassurance, causing Cecil's face that was distorted and flushed with anger to gradually recover.

Cecil slumped back in his chair;

"In other words, the Mirror also carried out a 'sneak attack' on the Liberal Party?"

Belfort shook his head,

"No. After all, the Mirror is a newspaper sponsored by the London University Alliance, with London Political Science and Economics at the helm, and there is in-depth cooperation with the Manchester Guardian and The Scotsman. It is impossible for Sir Wodehouse not to have heard the news beforehand. .”

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

"Tsk..."

Cecil couldn't help but was speechless, thinking that those ducks were quite strict in their mouths, and they didn't leak any news.

But at this time, his hanging heart was relieved.

He laughed and said: "I thought the curfew... Since the Queen and the new King have no intention of leaning towards the Liberal Party, it would be much easier~"

The Conservative Party should take this opportunity to clear up the legacy of previous events.

Belfort's eyes moved to the newspaper,

"Uncle, what do you think is going on with this newspaper?"

Cecil scratched his head;

"how could I know?"

They had been thinking about political issues just now, and only now did they think of paying attention to the Mirror itself.

This newspaper is so new!

The "new" of "innovation".

Cecil flipped through the first page of obituaries, followed by the people's livelihood section.

"People's livelihood..."

This is the first time this word has appeared in a newspaper.

Belfort raised his eyebrows, briefly browsed the content, and said: "This section really focuses on the daily life of citizens. What I saw included clothing, food, housing, transportation, employment, entertainment, family... "

Everything related to people's livelihood, including direct and indirect matters, appears in this page.

The two of them continued to turn back a few more pages.

What I have to admit is that this page will definitely be very popular among 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 budget fraud...

On top of this, many professors and experts from London Political Science and Economics gave a summary,

"Expect the number one job growth rate!" Above industry, who favors agriculture?"

"House prices have risen for five consecutive months, making the housing market the most unaffordable. Experts: There’s still plenty of demand from determined homebuyers》

"It's about salt!" Under the Queen's watchful eye, illegal price hikes will be severely cracked down on! 》

…

Cecil couldn't help but mutter:

"Aren't these titles too good to be true?"

Even as the Prime Minister, he couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see the specific content, let alone the common people.

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

Just say India,

Now that the Queen has passed away, Londoners may no longer be able to afford black tea if there is some spark.

Clothing, food, housing, transportation, employment...

Isn’t this what citizens are most concerned about?

Cecil said: "What a good people's livelihood! As a newspaper, the Mirror no longer just reports news, but speculates on public opinion and appeases public opinion."

There was one more thing he didn't say,

After speculation and reassurance, it’s time to “control.”

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

The People's Livelihood Edition alone is destined to fail to sell the Mirror.

Cecil's lips curled up,

"Fortunately, this thing is not difficult to imitate. Who doesn't know a few bricks and mortar, right?"

Belfort nodded,

He can conclude that within a week, other newspapers will also launch people's livelihood sections.

By then, the Mirror's advantage will be gone.

Cecil continued to read back,

Suddenly, his eyes widened,

"Fxxk!"

He even uttered curse words.

Belfort was surprised;

My uncle always pays attention to his words and deeds in the Palace of Westminster, and rarely makes any mistakes.

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

result,

"Fxxk!"

He also uttered curse words.

Because an unexpected word was written on the next page——

Both sexes!

I never expected that "Mirror" would actually engage in a third party.

It is absolutely impossible for serious newspapers such as The Times and The Daily Telegraph to create such a page.

Belfort touched his nose awkwardly,

"What the hell is this!"

…

fleet street,

The Times Headquarters.

Editor-in-Chief George Earl Bakker looked at the Mirror in his hand with an incomprehensible expression.

There is a saying that goes well,

"A layman sees the fun, an expert sees the door."

Unlike ordinary readers, what Bakker first noticed was not the content of the Mirror, but the layout and length of the Mirror.

He asked the clerk standing aside: "Are you sure you are not missing?"

The clerk was puzzled;

"Less? What's missing?"

Bakker waved the newspaper in his hand and said, "This thing is wrong. Why is it only one-half the size of an ordinary newspaper?"

The clerk couldn't help complaining. It turned out that this was what the editor meant by "less".

He replied: "Editor-in-Chief, no matter how stupid I am, I will only miss a few pages of the newspaper, but I can't tear out half of each page."

Bakker felt his intelligence was being questioned;

He glared at the clerk,

"Can I not know?"

The clerk lowered his head and honestly stopped talking.

Buckle weighed the newspaper in his hands, and then said: "Half a newspaper actually sells for three pence? The page size has shrunk, but the price is not low. Can it be sold? The only explanation for such a price is that they are very confident in the content. "

He had just read the obituary on the front page,

It must be admitted that the person who wrote this obituary is extremely skilled. Even if all the reporters in London put their heads together, they may not be able to achieve that level.

But an obituary is just an obituary.

Bucker flipped back a few pages and read the articles in the People's Livelihood section, and he couldn't help but sweatdropping.

This content is so good and so new!

fortunately,

"It doesn't matter,"

Buckle comforted himself,

"It can be copied. We can be copied."

Muttering, he turned back the page and came to the gender version that he had never seen before. He was stunned on the spot.

Bucker was confused;

"This...what is this?"

The clerk shook his head and looked away, looking like a gentleman.

Bakker was speechless for a while and said: "The Mirror is sponsored by London Political and Economics, how can it engage in color in public? From my perspective, it's just a sideshow at best."

As he said this, he read the article about gender,

The title is "Thirteen Years of a Princess: A Stick and a Crown Seal the Door to the Heart".

When he saw this title, Bakker felt as if there were countless ants crawling around on his body.

It's an experience that's hard to describe,

It seemed like shame, like sticky asphalt, filled the whole room and made it hard to breathe,

But along with shame, there is also curiosity,

Bakker is a grown man, but just because of the title of the article, he has an unparalleled desire to read on.

He started reading the first section of the article:

——

Anointed, crowned...

I went through the coronation ceremony like a puppet.

Exhausted both physically and mentally, I returned to the palace bedroom as a queen and packed up the things from my "princess era".

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

I suddenly realized that when I was seventeen years old, I had some bright and flamboyant days.

It turns out that I once loved you deeply.

——

First person narrative?

Romance novel?

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

Bucker shook his head, feeling like he was staring into a dark, crawling abyss.

At the same time, the abyss stared at him,

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

But he couldn't restrain his curiosity and continued reading.

The heroine of the novel 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.

Bucker always felt that this story was somewhat familiar.

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

After a while, Bucker suddenly slapped his forehead.

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

He looked at the author column,

I saw an unexpected name written there—

Charles Prestwich Scott,

Editor-in-chief of the Manchester Guardian.

This man can write a title like "Thirteen Years of a Princess: A Stick and a Crown Seals the Door of the Heart" and can fabricate the Queen's love story in the first person, which shows that he has completely fallen into the journalism industry. Dark side.

Bakker couldn't help but murmur to himself: "The emergence of the Mirror has accelerated the development of journalism by at least ten years."

The clerk was shocked and said: "Editor-in-Chief!?"

Buckel raised his hand,

"No, don't talk to me yet! I want to see what other tricks they can come up with!"

He continued to turn back and forth until the end,

At the end of the "Mirror" is the entertainment content section, which has only one line of large characters:

Lu's new work will be serialized soon!

Bucker almost couldn't catch his breath,

This newspaper,

Don’t talk about martial ethics!

…

LSE,

Temporary offices of the Mirror.

Wodehouse had just arrived, looking dusty, but no one greeted him.

The new newspaper is first published. The office is really busy.

No one is available.

Wodehouse grabbed a clerk and asked, "Where is Professor Lu? He should be here today, right? I want to find him!"

The clerk looked him up and down,

"Who are you!?"

Wodehouse almost vomited blood;

As an investor, it is a real failure that the staff of the Guardian do not recognize me.

Just as he was about to introduce himself, he heard Lu Shi's voice,

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

Wodehouse looked around and found Lu Shi sticking his head out of a small room on the right and waving to him, so he walked over quickly.

As soon as he ducked, the cat entered the room.

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

There were piles here and there on the ground, and there wasn't even a place to stay.

Wodehouse could only stand against the wall.

Lu Shi said sheepishly: "Sir, just be patient and wait until we move to Fleet Street. Mr. Scott has started preparing it before, but it hasn't been completed yet."

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

Lu Shi was surprised,

"I wrote it correctly. What? Is my writing style so obvious?"

Wodehouse chuckled and said: "It's not a matter of style, it's innovation. I can't think of anyone else who can write an obituary like that in a short period of time."

In fact, it’s not a “short time”;

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

Of course, you must not say such words randomly, otherwise it will be considered a curse.

Lu Shi shook his head,

"Sir elevated me."

Wodehouse 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. Is it appropriate?"

Wodehouse was stunned.

Thinking back on it, that obituary was written by Lu Shi, a Chinese, and seemed to have a hint of joking, even sarcasm.

It is indeed inappropriate for him to be signed.

He asked: "Professor Lu, is it possible that you are sarcastic..."

Lu Shi smiled mysteriously and interrupted the other party,

"Don't talk about this."

He would not talk nonsense in front of the British.

Naturally, Wodehouse was not prepared to continue questioning, so he thought of changing the subject.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

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

He kicked over a pile of materials on the floor and almost fell down. He quickly supported the desk with both hands and gasped for breath. He said: "Lu, the sales of "Mirror" are really good! We print The amount is simply not enough!”

Lu Shi didn't take it seriously;

"It will definitely sell better if we wait for the results of the '20 Greatest Britons' poll to be announced tomorrow."

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 "Mirror" will be sold if this trend continues?"

Lu Shi shook his head,

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

Scott said: "Because the Mirror is a tabloid and there are no cartoons in the first issue, the printing difficulty is much lower than that of other major newspapers. Now, as long as the printing press is running at full capacity, as many paperboys as possible can be printed."

Lu Shi finally understood.

"In other words, our printing volume today is equal to sales volume? So how much can we print today?"

Scott held up a finger.

Wodehouse said: "Ten thousand...impossible, the early printing is more than this number. So...one hundred thousand...hiss..."

He took a breath, disbelief written all over his face.

Scott said firmly: "That's right, one hundred thousand. The first issue of "Mirror" sold more than one hundred thousand copies in a single day!"

The office couldn't help but fall into silence,

"..."

"..."

"..."

a long time,

"Fxxk! Fxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxk!!!"

Wodehouse clenched his fists and wanted to hit Scott on the shoulders a few times to show his excitement, but he tripped and fell directly into the opponent's arms.

But he continued: "Mirror... what kind of monster is this!?"