The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Nimbus came faster than expected.

The thunder sounded suddenly, as if a huge statue was smashed in heaven.

The piled up rain clouds spread out, and the lake reflects the rain clouds, which has a breathtaking beauty.

The wind swept across the lake, everything seemed to become quieter, and everything seemed to become louder.

Before the rain fell, the children started screaming and running, each trying to hide from the rain.

And Sean and his party just unhurriedly erected a canopy made of army green canvas - Moonlight was quite prepared.

Crackling, it rained suddenly.

Countless ripples were played on the originally calm lake surface, raindrops hit the canvas sky, and a nice crisp sound came from overhead.

The ground is gradually soaked by rain. Unable to lie on the carpet anymore, they took out the folding stool and the camp bed, sat down each, and began to enjoy different comforts...

In the spring thunder and the shower, Sean was still reading the book that Moonlight brought.

The name of the book is "Father and Son". It is a cartoon work by an Austrian painter. Each picture depicts a funny story between a father and son...

"That's it!" Sean said excitedly.

"Which one is it?" Moonlight, who was robbed of the comic book, asked a little dejectedly.

"What the evening paper needs, interesting stuff!"

"Cartoon?" the pianist asked in surprise.

Sean closed the book and nodded again and again: "I always feel that the illustrations and black-and-white photos used as adjustments are too rigid. If you can invite a cartoonist to publish some interesting satire or humorous cartoons in the newspaper, it will help you. Evening News brings more relaxed vibes…”

Attracted by what Sean said, Arya Dickinson pulled over the folding stool and sat next to Sean: "It sounds like a good idea."

Aaliyah is also obviously interested in what Sean said: "I happen to know a pen pal, and he always writes a few interesting cartoons in his letters. I can ask him for drafts..."

In the sound of the rain, they started talking about looking for a cartoonist.

The cool spring rain fell on the soil, bringing a fragrant smell unique to the early spring.

Listen carefully, the lake surface is constantly played by the rain, like a crisp and dense drum beat.

The birds stopped calling, they hid in the woods, replaced by three or two frogs.

People came to the lake today to enjoy the sunny weather, so when the Lord was not beautiful, they all left angrily.

Sean was alone by the lake.

For them, whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it is the same good time.

Ivan put down the book in his hand, quietly listening to the sound of rain between heaven and earth, looking at the large lake blurred by countless ripples, breathing deep and long, as if he was having a dream about early spring.

The spring rain came and went quickly. The clouds were thick and smooth. The rich cumulonimbus clouds were pushed by the wind. The thin clouds were scattered in height, and the blue sky and sunshine were revealed.

The lake and grass are reflected in the boundary of bright and dark, and the celestial phenomenon is reflected on the ground.

Chunni drank a full meal of rain, which can better nourish all things, as if he could hear the sound of the grass growing hard.

They sat for a long time, and when the sun went down, they left with a bit of reluctance.

·

"Evening Beacon" seems to have some kind of vitality, and under Sean's intentions, it continues to become richer...

Through friends in the publishing industry, Sean successfully found two cartoonists he favored, and the one recommended by Aaliyah has been able to publish more than three cartoons in the leisure section of each issue.

After the "horror novel serialization" and "comic" two "little tricks" have been arranged properly, Sean believes that the "Evening News" now has a considerable appeal - it is time to start an advertising campaign.

The income of NZ$6,000 from the previous annual subscriber growth, plus the NZ$6,000 that Sean borrowed from Wall Street Bank, which was not too much money for advertising, Sean bought the whole city. Advertisements on bus carriages, huge billboards at Guanjian intersection, seven days of advertising time.

$12,000 poured out, as if Capone's killers were emptying out three hundred rounds of drums on a Ford sedan...

·

Steve Ryan, the former editor-in-chief of the Evening Lighthouse, has just moved.

In order to make it more convenient to work at The Sun, his family moved to the east of the city. The wife had a lot of criticism about the move, and the child couldn't understand it - all of which he endured silently.

Things didn't go well for the Sun.

That Williams, who originally promised himself to be the editor of the new page, didn't expect to change his mind temporarily. After reporting to the newspaper, he was only responsible for writing a thousand-word column...

Although he was very angry, but in order to make a living, he had to accept this job, crowded in a public office with people twenty years younger than him, and no longer had the prestige of the independent kingdom.

A while ago, he was even more dizzy...Ryan drove his broken Ford out of the garage at home, thinking about all kinds of recent events in his gloomy heart...

Faint tricks occur frequently. Write a comment attacking that **** hillbilly newspaper, didn't expect more people to lock up that guy's ridiculous "reform"!

Fortunately, I found out that the momentum was not right. I contacted a few old friends and ignored the foreigner who didn't know how to respect the elderly...

Let him fend for himself.

That ignorant boy, as long as he doesn't pay attention, he and his broken newspaper agency will definitely become more and more...

Um?

Steve Ryan had just seen a passing bus with something written on it.

Immediately after, another bus passed by, and he quickly looked over...

It was a colorful illustration.

A well-dressed gentleman is sitting on a comfortable single sofa, enjoying red wine and cigars after dinner, holding a copy of "Evening Lighthouse" in his hand, and is reading it carefully.

"The Beacon Evening News, a day's new covenant." The advertisement was written in red next to it.

Steve was holding the steering wheel, a little distracted.

Even if he hated Sean, he had to admit that the ad was simple and straightforward.

It is obviously advocating a way of life~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and in this enviable way of life, the "Evening Beacon" after dinner is indispensable...

They started advertising?

Steve's mouth was slightly open, in disbelief.

Then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: Their benefits are definitely not good, they can't afford large-scale advertisements, definitely, they are only advertised on the bus of this line...

I just happened to see it.

Well, it must be so...

However, his self-consolation did not last long.

When his car drove into the city, he soon discovered that almost every bus had an advertisement for the Evening Beacon.

how is this possible? Steve frowned, looking at the different forms of "New Testament in a Day" advertisements on every bus with a puzzled look on his face...

How could he...? !

Soon, he figured out what was going on—this rich second-generation from Leon began to waste his family's money again!

Steve Ryan patted the steering wheel happily: It must be the case!

The newspapers were not very profitable, so he began to take risks!

His doubts were finally answered satisfactorily, so he could finally drive through the streets surrounded by advertisements of "Evening Lighthouse"...

Burn it, continue to burn money... Ryan thought bitterly in his heart, the more you invest, the more you lose, Mr. Dickinson!

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