"Where are you going?" Roman saw Doug put on his coat and asked a very unqualified question.

Doug held a civilized stick in his left hand and raised his small suitcase with his right hand. He bent his waist and raised his head toward Roman and smiled, "Go to where you work, New Haven Daily."

Roman did not continue to ask "What do you want to do?" The sentence just now was enough to embarrass her. She bit her lip and left a mark on her teeth. She wanted to see what the hateful guy in front of her was going to do.

She bit off the pen cap with her teeth, opened the notebook and seemed to be remembering something while walking.

This is her way to relieve stress.

As a reporter, don’t you remember it no matter whether you have anything or not?

The city of New Haven is not big in Doug's opinion.

But it is not small in Connecticut, New England, and even the entire United States.

New Haven Daily, although in Doug's view, it was just a small workshop that lacked enough professionalism.

But even Roman, who graduated from the University of Missouri, did not think that New Haven Daily was young.

Moreover, the more money the media takes, the more they like to proclaim themselves fair, objective, and third-party.

Although Roman was very passive by Doug's initiative, she was not stupid.

She looked at Doug holding the suitcase with unclear weight in her right hand, and guessed that it was money inside.

She thought about Doug's rough style before and had figured it out. This guy planned to use money to corrupt the Daily News Agency!

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you have a few broken money! Our New Haven Daily News Agency will not change our position just because of your few broken money!" Roman shouted.

Doug looked at the distance between pedestrians around him. He said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Anton sent you to fabricate my news, which is the position you have always insisted on?"

"That... is just your imagination! Our editor-in-chief and our president are all very principled people!" Roman argued with reason.

"Then let me see how principled your newspaper is!" Doug smiled discontently.

His slight smile made Roman very unhappy.

Newspapers, editors, and reporters, everything related to news seems to her to be sacred. It is the beacon in her life and the torch in her life.

She does not allow anyone to vulgarize the sacred things in her mind.

Especially using money to vulgarize it!

Doug seemed to have completely ignored the mood of the reporter's lady beside him, and walked to the door of the New Haven Daily.

The old man who was guarding the door saw that he was wearing such clothes and was following Roman around him, so he didn't stop him and let him in directly.

"Why don't you let him register? Just let him in!" Roman said to the old guard.

"He looks like a gentleman, not a bad guy." The old man defended.

"Is it necessary for those who wear clothes to be good?" Roman dropped this sentence, then hurriedly locked Doug with his eyes and chased after him.

She wants to prevent this guy from doing something more extraordinary.

Doug broke into the daily newspaper, and although no one knew him, no one stopped him.

In this era, clothing represents status.

Even though they are journalists and have a lot of things to do every day, no one would think that a person who can cover an ordinary worker's income for ten years would be a liar.

In this way, Doug easily touched the president's office.

When Roman chased in, she happened to see Doug open the door of the president's office. When she jogged over, most of Doug's body had already entered the president's office. Roman had no time to stop him, so he had to follow him in.

"Are you?" The president said unexpectedly when he saw Doug who opened the door and entered. But when he saw Roman who followed him in, he immediately changed his words, "You are Doug Clayden! What's the matter with you coming to me?"

The editor-in-chief next to the president also looked towards the door.

Instead of speaking, Doug opened his small suitcase and took out a stack of money to put it on the table.

After the release, he still didn't say anything, just looked at the president of the New Haven Daily.

Nowadays, it is a period of rapid development of American paper media.

Due to traffic restrictions, there are no large newspaper giants that can cover the whole of the United States in a timely manner.

The threshold for small daily newspapers is not low. A mechanical typewriter for newspaper typesetting is enough to keep most people out.

Although the competition has become a little more intense recently, judging from the smoothness of the president's skin of the New Haven Daily, life is still very moisturizing.

The nourishing daily newspaper naturally looked down on Doug's small stack of bank coupons on the table.

"Don't think that using money can affect us!" the president said sternly.

Doug smiled, then took out a stack of money from his small suitcase and placed it next to the stack just now.

"Mr. Clayden, our magazine has always adhered to the concept of objective and fairness. It is not good for you to come to the door like this. You should be careful of your current behavior, and Roman wrote it in her report."

The editor-in-chief's words were much more tactful. While threatening Doug, he also turned the blame to Roman.

The newcomer in the workplace, Roman, has not paid attention to the mystery in the editor-in-chief's speech.

I don’t know that her immediate boss is a famous "non-stick pan" in New England.

She also said, "I told you a long time ago! Don't try to use money to defile our souls!"

Doug didn't say anything and continued to put in another stack of money.

The three stacks of Black Hawk Bank's ten-dollar bank coin value have already received 300 US dollars.

The New Haven Daily, the money from selling newspapers and advertisements, adds up to this amount of profit per month.

Monthly turnover is like a line, representing the threshold of the president of the New Haven Daily.

He looked at the money and said, "Mr. Clayden, I understand your feelings about your image. If you have any demands, you can tell us now."

However, after he finished speaking, Doug still didn't speak.

He was silent.

Continue to remain silent.

The air is getting duller.

Stacks of bank vouchers on the table piled up like a hill.

Before I knew it, it had exceeded the annual income of the New Haven Daily.

But... although there may be so much profit in a year, there are expenses all the time. This is the first time he has seen so many bank vouchers besides being in the bank.

The pressure is as high as a mountain.

The president of New Haven Daily, looking at the money on the table, glanced at Doug's small suitcase on the ground, swallowed, and said in a trembling voice, "Hiss Doug, do you want to buy our Daily? I...I won't sell..."

“Have dignity!”

Roman gave a thumbs up to the president's backbone.

However, before her thumb was raised, she heard the president say, "Besides selling magazines, you can do anything you can do!"

There seemed to be a sound of something broken from Roman.

When Roman tried to stick her broken heart, Doug's unwilling voice came slowly.
Chapter completed!