Chapter 277
"Good morning, little York. That's Runshard? What's he doing here?"
Glancing at the Lenshard who was talking with Mr. Hardman, Yago walked to the edge of the counter and chatted with the handsome big boy.
"Good morning, Mr. Adams."
York glanced at Yago, the big boy with his right hand resting on his cheek, and responded in a low voice:
"Your Excellency Lenshard wants to advertise in the photo studio, let us hang the photos of their training hall in the display area."
"Advertising? Why doesn't he run a newspaper ad?"
Yago named a bunch of newspapers.
"I don't know either, Mr. Adams."
York also seemed a little puzzled. Afterwards, he thought for a while and responded, "Maybe there are too many types of newspapers?"
Too many kinds of newspapers
It seems to be too.
Hearing this, Yago couldn't help but nodded.
In his impression, he can list a dozen of the more famous daily newspapers, at least the more famous daily newspapers in Diroud City——
Catesia Daily, Kingdom Daily, Diroud Daily, Greenton Daily, Worker's Daily, Liberty Daily.
Although there are taxes on newspapers, which are scornfully called "knowledge taxes" by various publishers and newspapers, there are still a lot of newspapers.
but
Speaking of which, the "knowledge tax" of the Principality of Cartesia has already existed in name only.
There are not many newspapers and periodicals that refuse to pay taxes, and in fact refuse to pay.
Behind many existing newspapers and periodicals are bankers and consortium oligarchs, and these rich businessmen and bankers have a high probability of being industrial tycoons.
Like that Mr. Greenton.
He is a typical example of this kind of person, and his industry covers various industries.
However, the size of Mr. Greenton's enterprises can be said to be small compared with the consortium oligarch bankers who control many newspapers.
For example, big consortia such as Lanvrik and Genmo.
Kingdom Daily and Cartesia Daily, the two largest newspapers in Cartesia, are controlled by these two consortiums.
The biggest right to speak is in the hands of the consortium.
As a person in another world who has experienced the era of information explosion, Yago deeply understands how terrible it is to have the right to speak, and to be able to influence the thoughts of the people of the country and the whole world.
In such a world where the news is relatively closed, it will be affected in terms of dissemination, but at the same time, they have a greater right to speak.
Yago, who was thinking divergently, quickly turned around and looked at Mr. Runshard who looked a little frustrated and was about to leave.
When the other party was about to leave, Yago spoke up:
"Mr. Runshard, hello—"
Near noon, Dilude City East District, south of Dongyan Road, Furnace Road.
In a not-so-clean house that seemed to be converted from a warehouse, two men were looking at each other.
Runshard Training Gym.
"Mr. Adams! You are very discerning and chose my training hall."
In the empty training hall, Lenshard's full voice sounded:
"I will fully teach you self-defense skills and make you a qualified gentleman!"
Putting on a training suit, wearing a morning gown, and holding a cane, Lunshard looked at Yago and smiled.
"But, Mr. Runshard, are you sure you can fight like this?"
Yago looked at the other party's attire with a little doubt.
Although the morning dress is indeed quite handsome, and it also poses a sense of elegance, but...
Yago's eyes flicked over the opponent's waist, right leg and right arm holding the cane.
After being promoted to Phantom Thief, he has always had a subtle feeling.
It is how to do it more likely to succeed and how to do it is more likely to fail.
For example, when a person stabs a dagger head-on, when he decides to dodge, there will be a subtle induction——
How to dodge is easier to succeed, what posture to choose is easier to dodge, and on the contrary, how to do it is more likely to fail, there will be a feeling.
If he decides to fight back, he will have a subtle sense of which movements to use to grab or block the dagger to fight back are more likely to succeed or fail.
In the same way, when he decides how to attack, he will have a feeling where the attack is most likely to succeed and where it is easy to fail.
It is this kind of vague and not clear subtle induction that he can better use his physical fitness to respond to.
However, advantages are also disadvantages, this feeling is vague, and he can't grasp more detailed details in detail, only a general feeling.
For Yago, Mr. Runshard's posture was quite good, but even he, a layman, found the opponent's weakness at once.
Hmm. From this point of view, I'm not a complete layman?
But there is no doubt that, apart from the captain briefly teaching him how to swing a cane after the churchyard, he knows no combat skills.
And Yago's question made Lenshard a little surprised:
"Have you learned any fighting skills?"
Yago shook his head honestly.
"No?" Runshard nodded, seeming to believe him, then turned around and found two rather light-looking walking sticks in the dusty box, which looked like walking sticks but were not painted. wooden stick.
"Come."
With that said, he threw the wooden stick to Yago.
"I need to see your talent."
Lenshard lowered his center of gravity, and assumed a fighting posture with a slightly less elegant temperament.
Like. Fencing?
The opponent's movements coincided with the posture of a certain sports event in Yago's impression.
Holding the fairly light cane, Yago turned upside down and held it with one hand. Yago, who had no relevant knowledge, didn't make any poses, but turned his body sideways.
"It is indeed a layman."
Lenshard glanced at the opponent's body, saw the flawed standing posture, and affirmed the opponent's rhetoric in his heart.
Immediately, he smiled:
"Don't worry, I won't strike too hard."
As he said that, Lunshad gripped tightly the low-quality civilized stick wholesaled from the cane factory, and confidently stabbed towards the opponent's abdomen.
Hit the other party first, let the other party suffer, and then teach yourself
However, just after Lunshad made this action, he found that the "layman" on the opposite side, in a skillful but layman's posture, swung the civilized stick and tapped it obliquely towards his finger holding the stick.
In the next instant, he felt his palm tighten, and the stick almost fell out of his hand.
Then, the stick hit his finger.
"Mr. Adams, you have great strength."
Frowning, Lenshard smiled awkwardly.
Under his feet lay a civilized stick.
"I used to move corpses."
Yago shrugged, and responded to this "fighting teacher" who was worse than himself.
"Move, move the corpse"
Lunshard opened his mouth, but didn't know what to reply. In the end, he could only choke out a sentence:
"Strange, no wonder you have so much strength."
The place where the attack was so low, he knocked out his weapon.