Preliminary summary: Grande is being renovated; Laura's Parker Elementary School charity project is launched; Emilia's shelter support project successfully found Quinn; Zach is a little lonely; Dylan is gone.
In addition, Grande’s daily entertainment: Cook’s Kitchen has added a new girl to host, and Arthur Music Box announced the second tour concert of Sabbat Toledo. Monday is the publication day of the magazine "Urban Legends-Barton's Weekly".
End of feed.
It's two o'clock in the morning, on the west side of Back Bay. Remember Mrs. White's place? Oh, not there, just close to there. After passing through the quiet Back Bay villa area, isolated by thick woods, there are many factories of local Barton businesses.
This is the woodland sandwiched between the West End and the North End of Barton, where the River Paisne flows. It is a convenient place. Many businesses that use wood as raw materials or need a natural drainage river are set up here, such as the White family's cabinet business and the printing industry.
Barton was once nothing more than the wilderness east of Newton. For the urban development of the people in the West End, the woods became the current city, but of course, these trees will not disappear without meaning. After the city is built, they continue to play a role.
Under the processing and manufacturing of these local enterprise factories, they become containers, tables and chairs, and gossip magazines that distract attention during toilet time.
At this time, there is a factory that seems to still be working. The roar of machinery comes from the factory building, and the faint light is quickly covered up after penetrating into the night.
It's three in the morning, so obviously not a factory like Mrs. White's that needs to work at that hour. It's a printing factory that needs to get the product out before dawn.
At the end of the empty, dark corridor, there were no offices. There was only a square table, and under the dim light of the desk lamp, it was revealed that two people were having an intense 'conversation'.
The accurate expression should be one party's plea for the absolute disadvantage of the other party.
"Please!" The young and beautiful woman seemed to be in her twenties, "Can you give us another half hour?! Our new sample book is on the way! It's just a new article! No need to redo it!”
Snapped! The man's broad palm slapped the table hard.
The echo is limited by the walkway. Swinging back and forth increased the man's aura. The young woman trembled with pleading and bitterness on her face.
"Give you time?!" The man waved his hands widely, expressing his anger to his heart's content. "Whose time am I going to give you!!" He sneered, "Which family's time do you want?!"
Talking could not fully express what the man meant, he explained it with actions.
Wow!
"Do you want Patton Daily News time?!"
The man picked up something on the table. It's a sample of Patton's Daily with today's date on it. The man threw the sample newspaper directly into the young woman's face. The woman reluctantly pushed the sample newspaper, which still smelled of fresh ink, away from her face. Her aggrieved and pleading expression did not change.
The man continued, "Do you want the time of "Liszt\Weekly Shopping Guide"?!" He didn't seem to care at all that the person in front of him was a weak and beautiful young woman, and he smashed a sample book of a magazine without any mercy. To this weak woman.
Different from the newspaper sample, the thick coated paper back hit the woman's chest. She clutched her chest and bowed slightly, starting to sob.
Please don't pity her and let the men tell everyone why.
"Who do you think you are?!" The man stopped giving examples. He grabbed a magazine sample book on the table and flipped through it randomly. "'Barton's Ghost Covered in Flames...'" This man was quoting the title of an article in this sample book, "'The Ghost of Patton'!" Wait, there's a subtitle, "'The Light Devouring Patton - He Mann's red devil!'"
Yes, the magical style of the title, this sample book is the source of Grande's Monday happy hour - "Urban Legends - Patton's Weekly".
But what happened in front of me seemed to be that there was something wrong with the new issue of the magazine, which was a taboo in the publishing industry, and the sample book had to be revised before publication. The woman with the 'Editor Riley' badge on her chest is communicating with, uh, the supervisor here at the printing plant.
communicate? Not like that.
The man threw away the inexplicable thing in his hand and became even more annoyed when he saw Riley's aggrieved look.
Will a beautiful woman get what she wants by showing off her grievances? The reality is not so beautiful.
"What kind of lousy magazine do you make! They are all such lousy articles. Will anyone read them again and again?! Do you have any self-awareness? You want me to delay this pile for you!" He waved his hands in front of his face randomly. Hui, the facts from various serious newspapers and magazine sample books have already explained his point of view.
"Go away!" The man seemed to be tired of losing his temper, and his voice began to decrease after the explosion, "I only print the original version! I'm still talking about a hundred copies of this crap! Do you like it or not!"
Riley was still hunched over, and her sobs began to echo in the corridor after the man's yelling stopped.
"Are you done or not!" The volume came back, but unlike the anger before, it was more impatient now, "Hurry up! I won't print your new issue even if it comes! Don't waste my time here. !”
Riley didn't move.
Judging from the man's expression, his anger is building up again.
Riley, who was holding her shoulders and shaking slightly, was still sobbing. This gentle sound echoed, lingered, overlapped, and blended with each other in the empty walk...
"If you don't disappear from my eyes!"
The man slammed the table again, which was a warning of a new outbreak.
However, this table-slapping, which should have received the same bonus in the empty aisle as before, did not make any of the intimidating noise it should have.
It was drowned out, drowned out by the soft sobs that echoed throughout the hallway.
“嘤嘤…”
A blurry pink halo began to emanate from Riley's body.
Riley, who bowed slightly, raised her head and looked at the man whose anger had reached its peak again with her pink eyes.
"I said please?" she said softly, with an unknown echo from the corridor or a wonderful resonance.
"Isn't it still possible?"
The reddish cheeks, the slightly scattered hair on the forehead, the gently trembling eyelashes in the mist, and the softly uttered sentences from the lightly curled lips, corrode the bones and invade the marrow.
The man's body stiffened for an instant, and a mesmerizing pink halo enveloped him.
"Okay, okay. But, yes, I'll wait for half an hour..."
The world is beautiful after all. A beautiful woman can get what she wants by showing off her grievances and sobbing a few times. (..)