Chapter 238 [0236] Special Meeting

The guy who was once in the quagmire is now on equal footing with himself. This shock is unacceptable to the people of Piltover.

Because of the various problems in Zaun in the past, even though many Piltover people know clearly that many problems were caused by Piltover, this does not prevent them from still looking down on Zaun people from the bottom of their hearts.

But now, things have changed in other subtle ways.

With the commissioning of Zaun's new port, the initial signs of Ionian trade, and the debut of rune technology, a very ominous premonition appeared in the hearts of Piltover reporters, so that when they gathered together to discuss how to write this news release, they were a little unsure.

Before, the newspapers vowed that the Zaun people's new port would not affect the Sun Gate, but now they saw that the Zaun people had found a new track.

In a trance, someone was the first to light a cigarette.

Then the second, the third...

One after another, the red dots lit up, like a scarlet single eye, looking at each other in the editorial department.

After the editorial office gradually became smoky, someone finally spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Go ask the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief... there will always be an idea."

"I'm afraid it's too late, unless we give up giving the first-hand report in today's evening paper!" The others looked at this guy in surprise, "Many people are waiting for us! Even if it's just a newsletter or something like that!"

"Yes, yes, we can't do nothing, right?"

"Wouldn't that leave the reporting rights to tomorrow's daily newspaper?"

"The evening paper has a relatively low base salary..."

"What can we do? We can't even show a basic attitude." The person who took the initiative to speak exhaled deeply, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray in front of him, and told a joke that was not funny, "Or, we can uphold the principle of journalistic fairness and report truthfully."

Hearing this, the others finally shut up.

Compared with the reduction in bonuses, it is obviously worse to report in a realistic way.

For newspapers like Piltover Daily and Piltover Evening News, what is the point of being realistic? Just say it. If you take it seriously, you will lose.

If you really want to be realistic, most of the people present will probably lose their jobs the next day...

Perhaps Piltover is not short of reporters who dare to report in a realistic way.

Unfortunately, such reporters will never appear in the editorial department of Piltover Daily and Evening News.

News does need to be true and effective.

But for Piltover Daily and Piltover Evening News, this is not the top priority.

In this way, a group of reporters quickly found the editor-in-chief of the newspaper.

The editor-in-chief was still happy at first, thinking that there was another good news this time, but seeing these reporters' faces were as gloomy as water, he couldn't help but shudder in his heart.

After the reporters finished talking about what happened in Zaun Newport, the editor-in-chief had taken out a handkerchief from his arms several times to wipe his bald forehead.

The person who can be the editor-in-chief is naturally not an ordinary person, so he is very clear about the side of Zaun. If the truth is reported, what it will mean to Piltover.

"Everyone, although this is very rude." He put away the handkerchief and spoke to the reporters in a slightly sharp voice, "But I hope you can stay in the newspaper... This is not out of distrust, but a necessary procedure. I am afraid we need some news control - before the parliament makes a resolution, we should not let the people panic unnecessarily."

The reporters looked at each other, and their faces were not very happy.

But as the editor-in-chief said, news control is indeed necessary at this time. As the people at the forefront of the public opinion front, they are very clear about how much trouble Piltover will face once Zaun's strength is published in the newspaper...

"I'm about to leave for the parliament. Give me those most reliable photos - color them, color them, it's too late!"

The editor-in-chief quickly picked out eight representative photos from a pile of photos that were quickly developed, put them in his briefcase, and then hurried out of the editorial office and trotted towards the parliament.

Then, when he ran across a block and arrived at the parliament building, he finally showed his identity to the guard and asked to see the representative of the on-duty parliamentarians. The parliament guard shook his head at him expressionlessly.

"The parliamentarians are holding a special meeting. You cannot meet the parliamentary representatives at this time. If there is anything urgent, maybe you can turn left and go downstairs to register at the parliamentary secretariat..."

"It's urgent!" The bald editor waved his briefcase like a long-haired dog with its hair blown up. "Damn it, it's an urgent request. Don't use those bastards in the secretariat who only know how to say yes and yes to fool me!"

The editor's aggressive look made the parliamentary guards frown slightly - if an ordinary worker was so presumptuous here, I'm afraid the muzzle of the gun would be against the other party's head in the next moment, but the editor is more or less a person of character, and he really can't do much. He can only repeat his previous words stiffly, like a repeater.

"The parliamentarians are holding a special meeting..."

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, the door of the conference room suddenly opened a crack, and a guard walked in quickly.

This guard obviously knew the editor-in-chief. After taking a look at his bald head and confirming his identity, he finally spoke to the parliament guard:

"The parliamentarians need to see him."

The parliament guard was a little surprised, but he still saluted and made way.

The editor-in-chief obviously didn't have time to get angry with such a small person. He just glanced at the other's chest and glanced at the number on it, and then he entered the conference room in a flash.

When he entered the conference room and closed the door with his backhand, a majestic voice came.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Editor-in-Chief of our Piltover Evening News, the parliament was talking about the headline of today's evening paper, and you came."

The editor-in-chief raised his head with some surprise and looked at the person who made the sound-then he saw a pair of eyes flashing red light.

Looking at this pair of red electronic eyes, sweat immediately oozed out of the editor-in-chief's bald forehead.

"Your Excellency, the Grey Lady." He bowed and said, "The Evening News is also waiting for the instructions of the Parliament."

Karliya's Little Classroom Piltover Photos:

In Piltover, taking photos is not a rare thing.

However, the photos of Piltover are still black and white. If you want color photos, there is only one way - post-coloring.