At the same time as Huafang Takashi and Ma Kua Haikou, the editor-in-chief Ji Zhongya was presiding over the final edition meeting of tomorrow's Maimai News.
In fact, it is to finalize what article to publish, and then send it to typesetting for printing.
In the past, this meeting was usually held one day in advance, otherwise the process would be too late.
So the newspapers at that time often published "extra issues", which actually meant that the new major news could not catch up with the new issue of the newspaper, but they wanted to catch up with the timeliness, so they published an extra issue.
Now with the advanced laser phototypesetting system, the time of finalizing the edition can be set at 7 or 8 p.m. the night before the publication. During the typesetting process, the typesetting can be changed midway. The most advanced system can even make changes during the printing process. —It’s just that the ones that have already been printed will be invalidated, and the cost is too high, and few people will do this.
Ji Zhongya took a sip of tea and looked at several editors: "Then, it's decided, the headline uses the Bekaa Valley, and the photo of the F15 of the Israeli Air Force must be clear and powerful! After all, we are also equipped with the same model. airplane.
"Professor Qian Jiang's matter is on the domestic version, it's just a farce, but this girl is very good-looking, and many people should like it when the photo is published."
At this time, an editor suggested: "You can cut a small piece on the front page and put Ms. Fujii's photo, which will attract people's attention."
"Okay, choose one that can highlight your figure." Ji Zhongya said
The editors all showed understanding expressions.
At this moment, the door of the chief editor's room was opened, and an executive editor held a magazine in his hand: "Chief editor, it's not good! Check out the new weekly Fang Chun!"
Ji Zhongya couldn't help frowning. Selling news is a serious newspaper, a daily newspaper. Each issue contains everything from domestic news to overseas wars and famines to celebrity gossip.
The weekly magazine Fangchun is indeed very good at brewing social hot spots, but the hot spots they create will at most affect the content planning of the news and entertainment edition.
Therefore, Ji Zhongya would be a little uncomfortable with the editor's hastily interrupting the final version, but he has always given the impression that he is good at listening to his subordinates' opinions, so he can't let his personality collapse at this time.
So he took the magazine handed over by the editor: "Let me take a look."
The moment Ji Zhongya saw the cover, his expression changed.
"You dare to do it, Fang Chun of the Weekly Magazine." He muttered.
The editorial leaders of several groups looked puzzled, and stretched their heads to look at the magazine in the chief editor's hand.
As soon as Ji Zhongya opened the inner page, the title page of the pull page was turned out.
Now several group leaders can clearly see it.
The entertainment team murmured, "I believe even if this girl says she's a model."
The leader of the social news team said: "With this appearance, you are still a student of Sophia University, Mrs. Standard Kuo, don't think about it."
Ji Zhongya looked up and glared at the team leaders: "We'll talk about this kind of topic in the izakaya."
Several team leaders hurriedly put on a straight face.
Ji Zhongya pulled the page together, turned to the page of the article, and took a quick look.
"Hmph, Takashi Hanabha, don't think that if you change your pen name, I won't be able to recognize your unastonishing and endless writing style." Ji Zhongya closed the magazine and threw it to the nearest editorial team leader.
Several team leaders immediately gathered together to look through.
Ji Zhongya just picked up the cup and blew on the hot tea just poured into it.
Several editorial team leaders quickly finished the search—they were all professionals, and after a search, they knew that the thing was about two catties.
"Do you want to change the headline on the front page?" asked the leader of the social news group.
"Change! Ask which critics you can contact now. It's too late for an interview. Let's make a review first."
"In which direction should the comment be written?" asked the leader of the social news team.
"Nonsense, of course we have to make peace first. Also, call a few reporters to come back to work overtime and go to Sophia University to see if we can get some students."
"Now?" The leader of the social news team looked at his watch.
The leader of the entertainment news team patted him on the shoulder: "Would you like me to lend you guys, our entertainment news team follows the news around the clock."
"Is it chasing gossip?" The leader of the sports news team smiled, "It's much simpler for us, just stay in the stadium. It's just that sometimes the overtime is too long for frequent football games."
Ji Zhongya clapped his hands together: "Okay, okay! Let's do it! The photography team will choose a suitable photo to highlight the beauty of this girl, but also to be sad!
"It's not just tomorrow's page, the interview is ready, I hope we can publish a special investigation of this news the day after tomorrow! Anyway, it must be faster than Chaoyue News!"
**
In fact, Ji Zhongya was too worried, only they noticed the upcoming weekly magazine Fang Chun.
Their main competitors, tomorrow's front page headlines will either be Israel's F15, or a burning oil well in Baghdad.
As soon as Ji Zhongya got his wish, he seized the opportunity.
The students who stayed at the school late that day were all interviewed by journalists.
The fact that Professor Qianjiang vomited blood and died was widely spread in the school. It was basically the talk of the students these days after dinner, and everyone could gossip.
In addition, Professor Qianjiang is usually not very popular among students. He is old-fashioned and strict in correcting homework. The most important thing is that he likes aggressive students, and he catches a lot of students who have opinions on him.
So when the reporter asked about the character of the professor, many students added fuel and vinegar.
These reporters went to the school to block people at eight or nine at night. At this time, the teaching buildings and libraries were closed.
Japanese universities do not provide dormitories like domestic schools, and students live in dormitory areas.
The students who are still in school at this time are basically doing their own club activities in the club building. It would be strange to meet an old pedant like Professor Qian Jiang who has a good impression of him.
In fact, it is lucky to be able to block the students. One group of reporters simply blocked the "social youth" who came here for a walk.
Most of these people know a few friends from Sophia University, and they have heard some news that they have passed around many hands. Now when the reporter asks, they enthusiastically double the information that was originally embellished, and then dump it to the reporter.
So before the public opinion really fermented, the image of a stubborn, pedantic and a bit lecherous reactionary schoolboy was spontaneously plumped up.
**
Early the next morning, He Ma naturally got up early again.
He went out immediately to see if today's newspaper had arrived.
Unfortunately, the mailbox at the door was empty.
So he opened his throat with Ma and asked Chiyoko who was preparing breakfast in the room: "Xiao Qian, what time will the general newspaper be delivered?"
"Nobody delivered it!" Chiyoko's voice came from the kitchen through the exhaust pipe, "The entire neighborhood has been demolished to the point where only our family is left, and only our family orders newspapers, so no one will deliver them. Ah Mao will bring it back by the way."
Scratching his head with Ma, he was looking forward to today's big show.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, today's daily newspaper probably won't reflect anything. Mikako's news probably occupies a page on the second and third pages, and a large part of it is her photo.
Weekly Fang Chun's big bomb detonated, and it will take a few days for the shock wave to spread.
I was still too impatient.
Scratching his head with Ma, he was seriously reflecting on himself. At this time, he heard a voice on the second floor of his house. He looked up and saw that Mikako opened the window and stretched out in the window.
Mikako has been living in the dojo ever since Professor Qianjiang died of bleeding. Anyway, she came here for two months during the summer vacation, and she didn't take anything away, which is convenient.
Facing the morning sun, Mikako stretched her arms and stretched her joints heartily.
Looking up with Ma from below, I actually felt that this monkey had the taste of a goddess.
This must be Chen Xi's own magic filter.
At this moment, the sleepy Mikako saw Kazuma downstairs, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing, Kazuma?"
"I'm looking at you." He Ma replied truthfully.
Mikako lowered her head and looked at herself in doubt: "What's so interesting about me?"
He Ma thought to himself: Grass, so you also feel that you are mediocre and nothing to look at
If she didn't know Mikako's character well, she would have thought she was in Versailles.
Mikako obviously hadn't turned her head. She thought about it for a few seconds at the window, but she still didn't think she had anything to look at, so she showed a "forget it" expression.
"I'm hungry, is breakfast ready?"
"Not yet. You come down first, let's do morning exercises."
"Okay!" Mikako agreed, grabbed the window sill and pulled out the window, and slid down the eaves.
"Let me tell you, I thought of a very powerful move in my sleep, at least it can scare you today!"
"Can you be a little promising, what does it mean that the tricks you think of in your dream can only scare me?" He Ma couldn't help but complain.
"No way, you are strong."
While Kazuma and Mikako were walking to the dojo, Ah Mo rushed back on the bicycle that made noises except for the bell and the brakes.
"Today's paper is here!" he exclaimed.
He Ma: "Calm down, there is probably nothing interesting in today's newspaper..."
"Senior Sister Mikako is on the headlines!"
And Ma was shocked, he had just finished his psychological training, and there would be no big drama in this morning's newspaper, and then the big drama came.
"Was it on the selling news this morning?"
"Yes, look!"
Amao stuffed the newspaper to Kazuma.
He Ma took a look, and sure enough, the front page was a beautiful photo of Mikako, with a large line next to it: "A beautiful college student almost lost her school status, just because she is too beautiful?"
A line of small characters next to the big characters: The late professor Qian Jiangshi once asserted that she could not be a diplomat because she would be mistaken for a prostitute because she was too beautiful.
And Ma Fuer, he was the witness of Mikako scolding Professor Qianjiang to death. Of course, he remembered that Professor Qianjiang did say that prostitutes like Mikako could not be diplomats.
Unexpectedly, this was dug out by reporters.
This matter can be big or small. To put it mildly, it was just a matter of bowing and apologizing at the time.
But now that it is singled out for interpretation, that is not the case.
Although Maimai News is a right-wing newspaper, He Ma just wants to say to them now: "You are doing well, you are doing well!"
Mikako stood next to Kazuma and was reading the newspaper. She muttered suspiciously: "Did Professor Qianjiang say that I look like a prostitute?"
Kazuma was having a good time, but when Mikako said that, her smile froze.
He looked at Mikako with Amao: "Don't you remember?"
Mikako shook her head: "I don't remember. I just remember that he sprayed a lot of blood, a lot."
Amao: "How did Senior Sister Fujii get into Sophia University?"
Mikako: "Good question! I don't know either!"
Kazuma put his hand on Mikako's shoulder: "Remember, Professor Qianjiang was super rude to you that day, you were very aggrieved, very aggrieved, that's why you mentioned the chocolate thing, understand?"
"Understood, I am very aggrieved, very aggrieved!"
"That's right! You fought back because you were called a prostitute! You didn't expose the scars on purpose!"
"Understood, I am a victim, I am so wronged that I want to cry - but I can't cry..."
"It's okay, I'll give you sodium hyaluronate."
After talking with Ma, she let go of Mikako's shoulders. At this time, Mikako said: "There will be a lot of interviews again, right? You teach me all the words, and I will integrate them."
He Ma nodded: "OK."
To be honest, He Ma is actually a bit hypocritical. When he taught Mikako the rhetoric about the relationship between Britain and Afghanistan, Mikako also said that she had mastered it, but the professor was killed by her mastery.
It was originally a matter of handing in a small paper, but now it has become such a big one.
So Kazuma told Mikako: "Don't make other things up for me this time."
Mikako patted her chest: "Don't worry! It's fine!"
However, due to technical reasons, Mikako did not shoot a reliable bang bang sound, but a jelly-like sound, which is very unreliable.
**
Qianjiang house.
All celebrities in Japan will have a "lubricant" effect. His students are all over the circle of translation and diplomacy, and many things "run" through him as an intermediary.
Whether it is a famous flower arranging person or a university professor, the role in this aspect is similar.
As a lubricant, it is naturally impossible to have no benefits.
Professor Qian Jiang works as a consultant in several private funds and earns a lot of money.
And this income is closely linked to the reputation of Professor Qian Jiang.
With a bad reputation, no one will come to him to "lubricate" him.
Therefore, people like the Kanto United want to interfere with the operation of the university through means such as money, and people don't even bother to look at it.
This morning, Mrs. Qian Jiang woke up early. She has three meetings to attend today, all of which are gatherings of wives of celebrities in the academic world.
She was ashamed at the gate of Kiryu and Ma's house yesterday, so today she has to do some activities to pay back to that damned Kiryu and Ma, and even more damned bitch Mikako Fujii.
Yesterday's incident seemed to be a big one, and it even involved the British Prime Minister, but when you think about it carefully, it was actually a farce.
After Mrs. Qianjiang calmed down yesterday, she made a special phone call to ask a circle of people in the newspaper industry she knew. They patted his chest with him, saying that this matter would only occupy the front page of the evening paper, and the enthusiasm would ebb the next day.
As long as she moves well and puts everything down to Fujii Mikako's nervousness, all unfavorable situations will be reversed.
Mrs. Qianjiang has already thought about it. She plans to cry to the wife of a major psychiatrist she knows, and ask that psychiatrist to come out and write an article, saying that Mikako Fujii may have delusional disorder, or show personality or something , the spearhead of public opinion will turn to attack Mikako Fujii.
The old woman got up early in the morning to dress up carefully. At this moment, she just put on her expensive Furisode kimono and put on her makeup.
In order to be able to cry freely at the wife's meeting later, the cosmetics she uses today are all waterproof.
—Hmph, Mikako Fujii, don't think that you are the only one who can use tears as a weapon!
At this moment, Qianjiang Zhuo, the youngest son of Professor Qianjiang, opened the door of the dressing room with a bang: "Mom! Something is wrong!"
"Bastard! How many times have I told you to knock on the door first!" Mrs. Qian Jiang yelled angrily.
Qian Jiangzhuo: "Oh, now is not the time to talk about this! The big thing is not good, Mom! Mikako Kiryu gave a headline to Mikako Kiryu!"
"Mikako Kiryu?" Mrs. Qianjiang was taken aback for a moment.
Only then did Qian Jiangzhuo react: "No, no! It's Fujii Mikako! The concubine of that sword-wielding guy named Kiryu! The headline!"
"How is it possible! Yesterday at noon I made a special phone call to ask around! The Nagano special agent who sells news also said that that kind of thing is a subject that the evening paper will like. Version!"
"Can I still lie to you? Look, this is today's selling news!"
Qian Jiangzhuo slapped the newspaper on the dressing table.
He directly took the entire copy of today's Maimai News, a thick stack—after all, Maimai News has more than 70 pages a day, even if the paper used to print the newspaper is not thick, it is still very impressive.
The stack of papers was drawn on the dressing table, making a very dull sound.
The top of the stack of papers was not Mikako Fujii.
"Here! What's going on? Phone! Bring me the phone!"
Qian Jiangzhuo's wife came over with the phone extension.
Wireless extensions are a rarity in this day and age.
The old lady Qian Jiang took the extension phone and was about to dial. She was stunned for a moment before yelling at her daughter-in-law: "Idiot! If you don't bring the phone book with me, how can I make a call?"
Qian Jiangzhuo's wife looked aggrieved: "When did you give me the phone book for safekeeping, only my sister-in-law knows where it is!"
"Bookshelf! The second row of bookshelves on the north wall, counting from the left, is inserted between Tolstoy and Hugo! You fool, don't you find it strange that there is a Russian book among the works of a group of French writers?"
These days, sometimes knowing someone's phone number and not knowing it is often the difference between what can be done and what can't be done. This phone book symbolizes the relationship network owned by Qian Jiang's family in a sense.
In normal times, the old lady Qianjiang would never let her youngest daughter-in-law know where the phone book is.
But the eldest daughter-in-law and eldest son went to an event yesterday, and they are not here now.
Now the old lady can't care so much anymore.
After the phone book was delivered, the old lady searched for a long time, and found the phone number of Nagano Specialist, who sells news, among a pile of ghostly symbols.
She finished dialing the number with trembling hands, and made two mistakes in the middle.
This number is usually answered directly by the Nagano representative, and occasionally the secretary.
It turned out that the secretary answered the phone this time: "Hello?"
When Mrs. Qian Jiang heard a young voice over there, her heart immediately became cold.
In fact, if you think about it, you will know that Mrs. Qianjiang is not the only one who knows about this call. It is impossible to directly transfer this number to the secretary for the secretary to answer because of such a matter.
But the old lady Qianjiang is very anxious now. It is easy for people to think things are bad at such a time.
Her first reaction now is that I was targeted by the Nagano special agent.
"That... Nagano is in charge of him..."
"The executive hasn't come to work yet, so you should call his house." The secretary was very professional, and didn't ask who was over there at this time.
After all, the people who make this call are all big shots who can talk directly to the executive, and it's not his turn to be a secretary to ask who is on the other side.
This kind of poverty is very particular about Japan's society, and I can't afford to mess up a little secretary accidentally.
"That's it, it's my problem. I forgot the time. I'm sorry." The old lady Qian Jiang was relieved at this time.
"It's okay, do you want me to leave a message for the executive?" The secretary continued to show his professionalism.
"No need, I'll call his house." After saying that, the old lady Qian Jiang hung up the phone.
She immediately found the phone number of the manager's home in Nagano in the pile of ghostly symbols in the phone book, and dialed it.
This time it was the old man's voice: "Hello, I'm Nagano, Moses Moses?"
When she heard that it was the Nagano executive who answered the phone, the old lady Qian Jiang was a little relieved.
"I'm Qianjiang, Mr. Nagano, have you had breakfast?"
"Oh, Mrs. Qianjiang, I'm eating." Nagano's executive voice was very kind, and there was no hint of displeasure.
But Mrs. Qian Jiang still has to apologize first, after all, she interrupted the other party's private time: "Sorry, I interrupted your meal."
"It's okay, I'll finish eating right away. Anyway, at this time, if you don't call, I can only listen to my wife nagging. What's the matter?"
"Well, have you read today's Maimai news?"
"Not yet, what's the matter?" After Mr. Nagano finished speaking, he obviously held down the microphone and said to his wife, "Give me today's newspaper."
Old Madam Qianjiang: "Let's take a look first!"
"Well, I'll just watch... uh..."
This reaction was obviously from reading the newspaper.
The old lady Qian Jiang immediately said: "Nagano manager, yesterday you said..."
"Uh, generally speaking, it won't be on the headlines. After all, it's just a young girl's casual remarks, which catches the eye, but... right! This kind of thing will be on the second and third pages, and then there will be an article on the front page Text hints or something."
"What about now? What's going on now?" The old lady Qian Jiang couldn't hold back, "Why is this prostitute on the front page! What does the accompanying text mean?"
From Mr. Nagano's side, there was the sound of whirling sandpaper, probably he was scratching his hair: "Uh... I don't know! No one told me about this thing yesterday! Maybe there is something unexpected?"
"Why don't you know? You are a professional!"
"This, Mrs. Qianjiang, I am indeed a special agent, but I am in charge of the real estate of the newspaper office. This is not the field I am directly responsible for! Otherwise, I will give you the number of the special Fujino agent in charge of this matter. , you can ask him."
The old lady Qianjiang hesitated to speak, but finally the old woman controlled herself: "Okay, then give it to me, I will ask myself."
"Okay, you can remember it. XXXXXX, have you remembered it? Okay, but he must not be at work now, and only the secretary who came first will answer the call. It is better for you to wait until after ten o'clock."
The old lady Qian Jiang was in a hurry: "Eh? Then you give me his home number?"
"Oh, this is not good. It disturbs people's private time. The newspapers have already been published. If you call someone's home, it is impossible to take back the newspapers that have been published."
How could the old lady Qianjiang not understand the current situation.
If it was yesterday, the Nagano representative would have given the number.
The widow of Professor Qianjiang yesterday, of course, has the face to know the home phone number of another executive.
Today, at least in Nagano's eyes, the old lady Qianjiang doesn't have this face.
The old woman forced a smile: "Okay, then I'll call his office. Goodbye, Nagano Specialist."
"Goodbye, I wish you good health." After Nagano's agent finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.
The old lady Qian Jiang threw the extension phone on the table and cursed: "Shit! This bastard who is changing the direction of the wind!"
After scolding the old woman, she was still angry, staring at the bust photo of Mikako in the newspaper on the table, grabbed it and tore it in half.
"Shit!"
Qian Jiangzhuo cautiously suggested: "Mom, at this time, I think it's better to call the school board of directors first. If the school comes forward to refute the rumors, even if it's selling news, for the sake of Shangzhi alumni all over the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, it should... "
"You bastard! I need you to teach me this kind of thing?" The old lady Qian Jiang cursed angrily. After she finished cursing, she grabbed the phone book that had just been dropped on the table with the telephone extension, and quickly searched for it.