The guy who was once in the quagmire now suddenly has the qualifications to be equal to her. This kind of impact is unacceptable to Mrs. Piltover.
Because of all the problems in Zaun in the past, even though many Piltover people knew clearly that many of the problems themselves were caused by Piltover, this did not prevent them from still looking down on the Zaun people from the bottom of their hearts.
But now, things have undergone some subtle changes.
With the putting into use of the new port of Zaun, the first signs of Ionian trade, and the debut of rune technology, a very ominous premonition appeared in the minds of Piltover reporters, so much so that when they gathered
When we got together and discussed how to write this press release, we were all a little unsure.
Before, the newspapers swore that the Zaun people's new port would not affect the Gate of the Sun, but now they see that the Zaun people have found a brand new track.
Suddenly, someone was the first to light up a cigarette.
Then the second one, the third one...
One red dot lit up one after another, as if they were scarlet one-eyes, looking at each other in the editorial department.
After the editing room gradually became smoky, someone finally spoke with a hoarse voice.
"Go and ask the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief... will always have an idea."
"I'm afraid it's too late, unless we give up giving first-hand reports in today's evening newspaper!" Others looked at this guy in surprise, "Many people are waiting for us! Even if it's just a short message.
That’s good too!”
"Yes, yes, you can't just do nothing, right?"
"Wouldn't that leave the reporting rights to tomorrow's daily newspaper?"
"The evening newspaper's basic salary is relatively low..."
"Then what can we do? We can't even come up with a basic attitude." The person who took the initiative took a deep breath, put out the cigarette in the ashtray in front of him, and told a story that was not funny.
Joke, "Or, we can adhere to the principle of journalistic fairness and report truthfully."
After hearing this, the others finally shut up.
Compared with a reduction in bonuses, it is obviously worse to report truthfully.
For newspapers like the Piltover Daily and the Piltover Evening News, if you seek truth from facts, just talk about it. If you take it seriously, you will lose.
If we really want to seek truth from facts, most of the people here will probably lose their positions the next day...
Perhaps Piltover has no shortage of journalists who dare to report truthfully.
It's a pity that this kind of reporter will never appear in the editorial offices of Piltover Daily and Evening News.
News does need to pay attention to authenticity and effectiveness.
But for the Piltover Daily News and the Piltover Evening News, that's not the top priority.
In this way, a group of reporters quickly found the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.
The editor-in-chief was cheerful at first, thinking that there was another good news this time, but when he saw all these reporters' faces turned pale, he couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.
After the reporters finished telling what happened in Zu'an New Port, the editor-in-chief took out a handkerchief from his pocket several times and wiped his bare forehead.
Anyone who can achieve the position of editor-in-chief is naturally no ordinary person, so he knows very well what Zaun has shown and what it will mean to Piltover if it is reported truthfully.
"Everyone, although this is very rude." He put away the handkerchief and spoke to these reporters in a slightly sharp voice, "But I hope you can stay in the newspaper office... This is not out of distrust, but out of distrust.
It is a necessary process, and we may need a little press control - we should not cause unnecessary panic among the people before the parliament issues a resolution."
Reporters, you look at me and I look at you, they all look unhappy.
But as the editor-in-chief said, news control is indeed necessary at this time. As the people at the forefront of the public opinion front, they know very well how much trouble Piltover will face once Zaun's strength is published in the newspaper.
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"I'm about to leave for the Parliament. Give me some of your most reliable photos - color them with a hammer. It's too late!"
After quickly picking through a pile of photos that were quickly developed, the editor finally selected eight representative ones, put them into his briefcase, and then hurried out of the editorial office and trotted towards the parliament.
go.
Then, when he ran through a block and arrived at the parliament building, and finally revealed his identity to the guard and applied to see the parliamentary representative on duty, the parliament guard shook his head at him expressionlessly.
"The members are holding a special meeting. You are not allowed to see the representatives of the parliament at this time. If there is something urgent, you may turn left downstairs and go to the secretariat of the parliament to register..."
"It's urgent!" The bald editor-in-chief waved his briefcase as if he were a long-haired dog. "Damn it, it's an urgent meeting. Don't fool me with those bastards from the Secretariat who only know how to talk nice!"
"
The editor-in-chief's arrogant look made the parliament guard frown slightly - if an ordinary worker was so unrestrained here, I'm afraid the gun would have been pressed against his head in the next moment, but this editor-in-chief is still somewhat of a figure.
He really couldn't do much, so he could only repeat what he said before stiffly, like a repeater.
"Members are holding a special meeting..."
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, the door of the conference room suddenly opened a gap, and a guard walked over quickly.
The inner guard obviously knew the editor-in-chief. After taking a look at the top of his bald head and confirming his identity, he finally spoke to the parliament guard:
"The deputies need to see him."
The parliament guard was a little surprised, but he still saluted and got out of the way.
The editor-in-chief obviously didn't have time to vent his anger with such a little person. He just glanced at the other person's chest in a hurry, glanced at the number on it, and then entered the conference room in a hurry.
And when he entered the conference room and closed the door behind his back, a majestic voice came.
"What a coincidence. Mr. Editor-in-chief of our Piltover Evening News, the parliament was talking about the headline issue of today's Evening News, and you came here."
The editor raised his head somewhat unexpectedly and looked at the person who made the sound - and then he saw a pair of eyes flashing red.
Looking at these red electronic eyes, sweat immediately broke out on the editor's bare forehead.
"Your Excellency, the Gray Lady." He bowed and saluted, "The Evening News is also waiting for instructions from the Parliament."
