Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

new York.

The New York Times Building.

The editor-in-chief of Duke sitting at the desk looked at the hot topic of growth on the computer screen, and the music was not close.

Thanks to the success of the life-sustaining unit, Nasa's news has been screened in the headlines of major media, and many people have come back to the era of the excitement, the era of the Stars and Stripes.

Under the influence of such a public opinion environment, all reports on the Ares plan have been enthusiastically sought after by people.

There is no need to create too much atmosphere at all. It is only necessary to carry out a little simple art processing, and then with a shocking title, even with the entire newspaper will be quickly snapped up.

Since entering the Internet era, the New York Times sales have achieved sales growth of more than 20% for the first time in two consecutive months. At least half of all the credit for this is inseparable from his department.

Thinking of the rising kpi data, he couldn't help but be fascinated.

Maybe in another two months, he should change office.

At this time, the office door was pushed open, and the reporter of the editorial department of the political panel, Camille, stepped on the high heels and walked in quickly.

This time, I didn't blame her for not knocking at the door. Duke, who was happy, only felt that everything was so pleasing to the eye. He said that he was playing with the pen in his hand and looked at Camille and Yan Yue, who came into the door.

"What is it? Or is there any big news?"

The Kamil language quickly said in a hurry.

"Big news, from the other side of the Pacific."

Leaning on the chair, Duke said with a smile: "Lucky guy, let me listen."

"I think it's better to look at yourself." Camille put his report on his desk and looked at Duke's editor with a smug look. "I believe you will definitely be this." The good news is shocked!"

Duke's eyebrows lifted up, sat up straight from the chair, and picked up the report with interest.

However, just as he had just seen the title, his eyes were stuck on the paper and could not be completely removed.

The report was quickly seen line by line. Duke’s index finger was constantly rubbing on the paper, and there was a fascinating look in his eyes. He couldn’t help but whispered a swear.

"jesus-christ!"

Too incredible!

Putting the report on the table, Duke stood up with his hands on the table, staring at Camille, excitedly.

"There is a serious design flaw in the moon palace. After the loop heat pipe is finished wiring, it is found that the efficiency of the heat dissipation system is not up to standard... The Chinese national moon landing plan will be seriously frustrated... Is this news true?"

Camille’s mouth smirked and smiled slowly.

“Remember the informant who I told you about in China last time? There is also news about Huaguo’s intention to build a space station on the lunar orbit.”

Upon hearing this sentence, Duke's look was slightly moving, and the tone was uncontrollable.

"From the same source?"

Camille didn't talk, just smiled and nodded.

Seeing her guess and getting her confirmation, Duke’s expression instantly became wonderful.

The last time China planned to build a space station on the moon, the New York Times reported even faster than the Chinese media. The reason why Kamil's informant can be said to have contributed to the drafting so quickly.

Even now, Duke still remembers how grateful the topic of the last New York Times report on Twitter was, and clearly remembered that the company's boss had greatly appreciated him at the meeting.

At that time, they gave the "not self-reliant" hat to their opponents in a mocking tone. Now if the design of the moon palace fails, the news of the extension of the launch plan coincides with the end of their previous article.

God bless America!

Oh no, God bless the New York Times!

Even without waiting for the life support unit to land on the moon, he is confident that the New York Times sales in North America will once again rise to a new level.

Duke excitedly slammed his hand and looked at the document on the table, his eyes could not move.

"... It seems that your old friend in China is not small."

Camille’s eyebrows lifted slightly and proudly.

"You don't have to worry about this. What is his status is not important. What matters is that we have common interests."

Duke knows that there is no free lunch in the world. If you want to let the cooperation last for a long time, you must meet the needs of the other party while breaking the news.

He often contacted "a White House official who did not want to be named". He was able to say that he was deeply acquainted when he was young, so he did not hesitate to speak.

"What do they want?"

Camille said in a relaxed tone: "If you want us to make this happen, it's best to give it a headline."

When Duke heard it, he first glimpsed, then he laughed. "It's easy! I will meet his needs... It's better to say that our informants don't ask for it, I will do the same!"

What better than the failure of the enemy to set off the success of the Ares plan?

If such news can't be the headline, even the goddess of freedom will be disappointed with him.

Although he was very happy to see his news on the headlines, Camille was slightly dissatisfied with Duke’s statement, emphasizing one sentence.

"It's my informant."

Duke said with a smile: "Yes, it is your informant, your news... So, how can I reward you? Raise?"

"A separate office, and an assistant, this is what I deserve."

Being able to have your own office, rather than working in the lobby, can be said to be the career appeal of every fledgling journalist, or the dream of the heart.

Because this means not only preventing colleagues from spying on their secrets, but also as a symbol of identity and status.

Although Camille is not a fledgling journalist, he is also working quite well in the New York Times, a newspaper with a wide range of international reputations.

After listening to Camille's request, Duke frowned slightly, but quickly stretched out, and said with a cheerful color.

“It’s easy, I’ll suggest to the boss that your ability is really worthy of an assistant and a separate office.”

The news channel is also part of a journalist's professional ability. This is not only a manifestation of business ability, but also a person's communicative ability.

After a simple trade-off, he made this decision very easily.

A journalist with a special source of information is worth the company to pay some necessary costs to retain.

Camille's lips evoked a wishful smile.

"Then I will thank you in advance."

Duke and Yan Yue said.

"You're welcome, do you have time at night? I know a nice restaurant."

"Unfortunately, I have other arrangements at night."

After all, Camille turned and turned, and stepped out of the office with a scent of incense.

Looking at the back of Camille, Duke grinned and reached for the press release on the table.

"Anderson, come to the company immediately."

After a while, there was a small complaint from the phone.

"But boss, I am on vacation."

"Your holiday is over. I will replenish you in two weeks. I will see an edited photo before the evening. There is a major flaw in the design of the core module of the Moon Palace. The press release of the Lunar Orbital Space Station is planned to be postponed. It is not excluded that other newspapers have also heard the wind, we must grab in front of everyone, and if things are optimistic, tomorrow will be on the headlines!"

The words have not been finished yet, and a series of violent sounds came from the phone, like something was hit on the ground.

Then Anderson's excited voice came from the telephone receiver.

"What? Wait, Huaguo asks for the space station plan to postpone? When is the news? Is the news reliable? I am coming to the company now!"

Too lazy to repeat the words that Camille had said, Duke had just sent Camille to the attachment of his mailbox and dragged it to the icon of Anderson's mailbox.

"The relevant things have been sent to your mailbox, and you can watch it yourself."

After all, Duke hung up the phone and leaned on the office chair.

Everything is so smooth.

If it weren't for the last taste of the sweetness, he couldn't help but open the fridge now, the bottle of champagne that had been preserved for a long time.

To be honest, he can't wait...