"President! The Wangdu Morning News was sold out early this morning!"
In Leaf Publishing House, the employees reported the news with great joy. "Not only that, many nobles have also contacted us, hoping that we can tailor a report for them to achieve the purpose of becoming famous!"
At first, when he learned about the specific content of the job, Bartow was very panicked.
Because he didn't think this so-called "newspaper" had any future.
He himself had been a playwright and had written several short stories, but he had never been chosen by any theater company.
Although for writers from wealthy families, even if they pay for a theater troupe to perform at their own expense, they can always find a relatively humble theater troupe to accept commissions, but for a commoner like me, such extravagant desires are impossible to realize no matter what.
In the entire royal capital and surrounding areas, there is no group that I can afford to hire...even amateurs.
After realizing this cruel reality, he could only find a job to earn a living.
However, when he came to apply for a job at Leaf Publishing House because of the famous name of the Wenche family, he was attracted by President Modric at a glance, and he was assigned to the "Kingdu Morning News" working group. The division was given to him.
He once asked the president why.
In comparison, his resume is very thin. Although he graduated from the best civilian college in the royal capital, this weight is undoubtedly not enough in front of President Modric, who is a viscount.
But at that time, Modric just said mysteriously:
"——Destiny has its own arrangements."
Therefore, with gratitude for this unpredictable fate, Bato could only repay it with hard work.
In the spacious and somewhat empty office, Modric smiled so much that his mustache stood up.
He stretched out his hand and stroked it narcissistically.
"This is all thanks to everyone's efforts."
He encouraged: "Work hard! With good results, I can also ask Miss Chris and Master Wayne for a better salary."
"As for those nobles who contact us... please leave their name cards first. Those with high status can say more nice things and decline politely. We are not in a hurry to fill the page with those messy things for the time being."
Modric is very aware of this.
"The current popularity is only temporary. We must continue to dig out more eye-catching exclusive reports to further expand our reputation!"
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Not to mention how much business opportunities it will bring to the Wenche family once the door of this new world opens.
This newspaper caused quite a stir in the academy alone.
"Wain Wayne!"
Library, Lawrence is excited to find him.
"Look!" He spread the newspaper in his hand on the table and pointed to a line of inconspicuous writing inside.
Wayne raised his eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, it was Lawrence who discovered this "little detail" first.
No, maybe others have also discovered it, but they are just too embarrassed to find me and say it to their face.
"Um, what's wrong?"
he asked pretentiously.
"Lily Society Standards, what does this mean?" There seemed to be a light in his eyes, and he was obviously expecting Wayne to give him an answer that suited his heart.
"It just means high standards," Wayne said. "It meets the high requirements of our Lily Club. The Lily Club will endorse the quality of this thing..."
For example, it is like quarantine a pig that has been raised pink and tender, stamping it with a "snap" to indicate that it has passed the test.
However, Lawrence only used one sentence to make his laborious explanation seem very redundant.
"——Is it possible to make money?"
He seemed impatient.
"..." It seems that Lawrence has been suffering from no money for some time.
Wayne gestured with his fingers and said, "You can make money, but you can only make a little bit."
Precious things, of course, can fully reflect their value because they are rare.
Ignoring his instantly depressed look, Wayne asked a little speechlessly: "Speaking of which, don't you still have funds to receive envoys? You didn't spend much money in total, so you should keep some. Bar?"
It's okay not to mention this matter, but the pressure on Lawrence's body is even lower when he mentions it.
"Because the cost was too low, a financial accountant sent by my father reported it, and only one tenth was left for me as a reward."
"..."
Wayne suddenly felt that Lawrence was really having a hard time.
However, it is incredible that such special funds can still be recovered.
Halfway through, Lawrence glanced around a few times, lowered his voice and asked, "If I go find some friends to hold an event, and then Wayne, you use the name of the Lily Club to certify it, can you give me some points?"
In fact, just from holding this event, Wayne's income is quite considerable.
He settled the registration fee into the Lily Club's public funds, and then collected venue fees and labor fees from the Lily Club.
However, due to the high cost and the large number of people participating, after all this trouble, just looking at the accounts, the total cost of the Lily Club was not higher than the usual ordinary gatherings.
It can be seen from this that how much water is behind activities that were just eating and drinking in the past.
"Can you draw?" Wayne asked suddenly.
"Um?"
Lawrence felt a little strange, but still replied: "Yes, it's just that the painting is not good."
"Then it's probably out of the question. In fact, Chris is planning to start a nationwide call for papers. Inside information says that the first prize will receive a very high bonus or even dividends." He originally thought that based on Lawrence's idea, he should be able to come up with something. Here comes a refreshing plot.
It's hard to grasp the audience for a bloody plot. Maybe there's someone out there who will take a liking to it?
"Anyway, there's definitely no problem holding a concert with a few hundred people."
Chris has wanted to prepare for this for a long time, but the publishing house’s focus in the early stage was on the distribution of newspapers, and it is only now that it has managed to spare some effort.
Lawrence was dissatisfied when he heard this: "Why are paintings and not scripts the content of the call for submissions?"
If there is a collection of scripts, with his experience in the drama department, he can produce a decent work.
"No way, it's Chris's personal hobby." Wayne spread his hands.
Hopes dashed, Lawrence sat down next to Wayne and began to sigh.
"Why am I living in such a miserable state?" He asked the question of his soul.
Is it miserable?
It's not that serious.
After all, no matter what, his identity is still a prince, which is different from those who really live in the quagmire.
Wayne comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, there will always be a way."
"How about we stick to my original plan and perform on the streets?" He couldn't help but encourage.
