Putting aside the suffocation of Marquis Grandet, the Ivory Island Evening News Agency under the setting sun is still deeply trapped in the troubles of happiness, and even a little too happy.

The two thousand evening newspapers that have been hard-working for days have been sold out in just a few hours. However, the crowds gathered in front of the evening newspaper have not decreased. Instead, under the influence of word of mouth, more and more people have flocked to buy them. Even the one that Tulu used to wrap roast lamb legs was sold out at twice the price.

"Sold out, I'll say it again, it's all sold out." Tulu was squeezed by a large group of people, and roared with anger, "Lin said, if you still plan to buy newspapers, you can book tomorrow's... You moo, who is touching my pectoralis major? The pectoralis major of the Taurus is very sacred, do you understand?"

Well, poor Tulu was continued to take advantage, but on the contrary, the back hall of the evening newspaper was very quiet at this moment. Lin Taiping sat lazily on the chair, holding a cup of steaming coffee, but also touching his lips with a smile, as if waiting for something.

"Damn guy, you won!" Christine stared at him viciously, finally sighed as if she was giving up, pulled his head hard, and kissed him gently on his right face.

With a click, after the sweet and fragrant kiss, the heroic and handsome lady couldn't help but blush and her eyes flashed: "Okay, I've kissed me too. Now you should tell me how this evening newspaper was made."

"Hey, hey, why just kiss the face?" Lin Taiping couldn't help protesting, but when he saw Christine was so embarrassed that she was about to go crazy, he immediately changed the topic tactfully, "Okay, it's actually very simple. I taught Tulu and the others something, mainly how to type and print. Fortunately, they learned very quickly."

Nonsense! Christine couldn't help rolling her eyes. Of course she knew that the entire printing work was the Tauren, but what is now confusing is that a four-page evening newspaper has tens of thousands of words, which is a very laborious task. How did Tulu and the others complete it in a few days.

"It's very simple. I just changed the original woodblock printing to more advanced movable type printing." Lin Taiping explained lightly, "Let's say that, Contans' original printing technique was to carve the entire text on a wooden board, which was both laborious and time-consuming. Now I made each text into a single piece... Well, can you understand if I say this?"

It's a hell to understand it. Christine shook her head silly. What kind of woodblock printing or movable type printing is like listening to a book of heaven for her, but the only thing that is certain is that this new printing seems to be very convenient.

"It's okay, with your IQ, it would be great to understand this level." Lin Taiping looked at her with sympathy, "The only problem is that even if you use movable type printing, the printing work is still very hard. Didn't you see Tulu and the others complaining all the time?"

This is true. Christine couldn't help but sigh. When she recalled the tragic experiences of the ox-headed people, no wonder they were red in their eyes every day, no wonder their cow's hooves were almost evolving into chicken claws. Although she didn't understand how the printing was done, just look at Tulu's expression that wanted to kill her head, she would know how painful it was.

However, it is really strange, why I have never heard of movable type printing before, and what is even more incredible is that Lin actually thought of using this printing technique to run a newspaper... a newspaper? I have never seen this thing before, but Lin looked very familiar, just as if he had done it before.

"I haven't done it, but I've seen it many times, so familiar that I'm almost vomiting." Lin Taiping answered seriously. He really didn't talk nonsense this time. You know, he grew up in a newspaper office building since he was a child. Whether it was typesetting, collecting news or publishing, he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it.

After coming to Contans and discovering that there was no newspaper in this world, he immediately realized that if he had published a newspaper here, it might bring a lot of unexpected gains.

In fact, this is true. The Ivory Evening News, which was just founded, has become very popular. Everyone wants to know the big event at the first time, and everyone wants to satisfy their inner gossip and curiosity. It is precisely because of such demand that Ivory Evening News will be sold in short supply on the first day and bring huge economic benefits in the future.

More importantly, for a world where information dissemination is very slow, mastering the monopoly resources of newspapers means mastering the right to speak in the media. Especially for people who have not experienced media bombardment, the views expressed in the newspapers are often easy to accept and believe.

Take the unlucky Marquis Grandet as an example. He has accumulated a good reputation in the past decade, but after the negative news comes out today, I believe that many people who see this news will doubt the character of the Marquis, which will affect the voting of the parliamentarians two months later.

Although this is just suspicion and not everyone believes it, you can think about it. If the newspaper reports like this every day and accumulates it for a long time, even the loyal admirers will hesitate and shake... As the saying goes, three people become tigers, whoever controls the media will have the right to speak. No wonder the reporters are called the Uncrowned King.

"That guy, since he likes to play a gentleman, he must be prepared to be bombed." Lin Taiping said this and took a sip of coffee leisurely. "Yes, I can't catch the evidence of his family property, but this does not mean that I can't catch other stains. I misappropriate donations and live a corrupt life and black business crossing the road and spitting everywhere. If there is stain, it will be exposed. If there is no stain, it will be exposed. I can find hundreds of them at will."

Ah! Christine couldn't help but shiver. She suddenly felt that she began to sympathize with the hypocrite uncle. Just like the picture of the dancer in the newspaper today, it was simply impossible to justify... Well, when it comes to this, how was that picture printed on the newspaper?

"It's very simple, this is called imaging." Lin Taiping picked up a crystal ball in an understatement. "When I was in Rhode Island, I ordered more than a dozen imaging crystals. This magic prop can take pictures and project the picture onto paper, and then I make the paper into a carved plate... Well, I bet you don't understand."

That's right, Christine continued to have her eyes straightened, but she really admired the photographer. That guy was able to patiently guard the Earl's Mansion until the dancer appeared, and seized the opportunity that flashed by to prepare for the shot.

"That's Ye Ge's work." Lin Taiping smiled and touched his chin. "Just as I said before, running a newspaper requires the Tauren and the Dark Elf to work together. The Tauren is responsible for the layout, printing and distribution, and the Dark Elf led by Ye Ge are the first reporters of our Evening News Agency."

That's right, since the first day of meeting the Dark Elf, Lin Taiping has been thinking, what are the specialties of these dark creatures who like to sneak in the shadows besides being good at assassinating the black hand and giving birth to children?

This problem has troubled him for a long time, until one day, when he accidentally looked back and found that Ye Ge's silly girl was holding a mace and sneakily preparing to put aphrodisiac into the teacup, inspiration suddenly emerged—

Well, since this silly girl can cross the tight line of defense of the Tauren and sneak into her room to get aphrodisiac, then this means that she can also appear in the bedroom of a certain nobleman at any time like a ghost, under the table in the House, next to the corner of the warehouse, and in the warehouse in the port...

What is professional spirit? This is professional spirit!

Compared with the dark elves who are good at stealth and tracking, the paparazzi in gossip magazines are simply vulnerable. It is no exaggeration to say that as long as the dark elves are willing to gossip, no nobles and merchants will have any secrets. Where there are dark elves, there will be gossip, and where there are dark elves, there will be news. This race is simply born to be established for newspapers.

"Uh, that's OK?" Christine was full of admiration for the little star. She suddenly felt that she should cut open the boss's head and see what was inside. She could even think of such things.

"So, I'll give them a projection crystal, although it's very expensive." Lin Taiping put down the coffee cup and looked out the door with a smile on his face. "Maybe at this time, Ye Ge was hiding in some corner with the dark elves..."

Before he finished speaking, the door was kicked open. Ye Ge rushed in with the projection crystal with a proud look on his face: "Lin, guess what I took, tomorrow's gossip news is coming!"

Very very powerful. A few minutes later, after Christine saw the scene in the crystal ball, she immediately became solemn and prostrated: "This is OK? Ye Ge, how did you take it?"

"It's very simple. I've been following that guy since last night until now." Ye Ge proudly held the crystal ball, and it seemed that she was very accomplished in her work. "Listen, I've already prepared a topic for this news, which is called "Marquis Grandet angrily accused the only son of being unfilial and that no successor of the family has fallen from now on"..."

Do you want to be so cruel? Christine suddenly felt chill all over, but at this time, Lin Taiping sighed lazily: "Not attractive, Ye Ge, I have to say, your title level is too poor."

"Is that true?" Ye Ge protested dissatisfiedly, "Lin, according to your opinion, how should this title be considered attractive?"

"Simple!" Lin Taiping didn't even have to think about it, and wrote a line of words on the paper, and then proudly pushed forward.

So fast? Christine and Ye Ge looked at each other, stretched their necks neatly, and then a few seconds later, they were stunned again-

"Shocking Insider! A 60-year-old marquis fights with his only son in the street, and is suspected of being jealous of a woman?"

Puff! In an instant, Christine and Ye Ge both bleed blood. The look of looking at Lin Taiping was so mixed with shock, admiration, and contempt that all kinds of emotions were so complicated that they could not be described in words.

A long time later, in this strange silence, Ye Ge finally licked his cherry lips tremblingly, and involuntarily gave him a thumbs up—

"Dear, I swear to the God of Darkness that you are the darkest and most sinister guy I have ever seen...but, I like it!"

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Chapter completed!