Chapter 593 Invitation

"My memory is very good, just in time... Minister Virut, I have seen you."

Claire stopped playing along with the elder. She was not sure whether Virut knew about her relationship with Qin, but... she was definitely not here to cause trouble.

"With your status, there is no need to personally trouble a junior like me, and that case was disclosed with the consent of the military. You don't seem like someone who would go back on your word."

Besides, the Minister of the Ministry of Electricity does not have as much power as the military, but his voice in people's livelihood is much more powerful than the military.

Even if something happened, everyone is in the same circle and will not be stupid enough to come to the door and ask for punishment directly.

Of course, these words do not need to be said, as long as everyone knows it in their hearts.

Simon smiled. He did not expect Virut to be exposed on this face. If he had known, he would have come alone.

But think about it, it is right. Smith rarely attends high-end gatherings, but it is not true that he never attends them. Claire follows behind to eat, and she has seen most of the senior officials.

On the contrary, Virut has almost no impression of Claire. After all, the two have different statuses.

With a slightly dark face, Virut felt a little embarrassed, and he had a bad start.

But he still had a backup plan. Since he was found out, he said, "I just wanted to scare you, little guy, but you don't look like Smith at all! Why don't you invite me upstairs to sit down?"

Claire invited the two upstairs and served them good tea.

Qin told him during the chat that the older generation, such as the old marquis, prefer coffee.

But the generation in power now, who has been following Derek for a long time, prefers tea.

"Uncle Virut," Claire called him according to his father's generation, and seemed generous: "What do you need you to come in person for?"

Her eyes sparkled, as if she saw through everything.

In her heart, she was already a little suspicious.

After all, Virut's identity was so strange that he came to her newspaper in person.

Virut didn't feel anything when he read the information before, but now he felt that this little girl was difficult to deal with and very smart.

He quickly said, "Don't underestimate yourself. Time Magazine is so famous. I just heard that you opened it, so I decided to come and see it.

It just so happens that I have something I want to ask you for help."

Claire immediately put her hands on her knees, sat up straight, and listened.

"Newspapers have developed rapidly in recent years. Our military has issued several internal newspapers, but the results are not very good. I would like to ask you professionals to give me some advice."

Virut talked about the little troubles he encountered. This is indeed a problem. He did not create the test out of thin air.

It is difficult to describe the newspapers issued by the military. If it were not for mandatory subscription, I am afraid that every issue would be backlogged.

And in fact, the toilet is the destination of newspapers issued by the military.

Claire didn't care about Virut's intention. Since he asked her to consult on this matter, she would do the job well first.

After a little thought, she said carefully: "We need to understand the specific situation before we can come up with a detailed plan, but in general, I think there is still no division of responsibilities.

We have also studied the military newspapers, and they are too complicated.

My suggestion is... to publish them separately.

An internal publication for senior officers can publish some real-time information with a lower confidentiality level.

A general publication for middle and low-level officers should have serious and official content and be practical.

Then we can publish more newspapers for ordinary soldiers. There should be serious warning newspapers, some military discipline and government affairs in the newspapers, which are political tasks."

Claire said it very obscurely, but both of them understood it. Brainwashing... No, it should be called faith education, which cannot be ignored.

The importance of the army cannot be neglected.

"Then we can provide some entertainment newspapers in a targeted manner."

Virut wanted to speak, but Claire interrupted him forcefully and continued: "Entertainment newspapers are not just entertainment. On the one hand, they attract soldiers to watch, and on the other hand, they can also take the opportunity to carry private goods.

Writing some stories about loyalty to the country and loyalty to His Majesty, telling some miserable stories of betrayers, and cleverly integrating them into ordinary stories can have a very good effect."

Following this line of thought, Claire talked eloquently and seemed very professional.

If nothing else, just listing these one by one, ordinary people will feel a sense of professionalism when they hear them.

Virut originally just wanted to test Claire's adaptability, see her personality and reaction, and didn't have much hope that this matter could be resolved.

But after hearing this, he suddenly felt enlightened.

It turns out that there are so many tricks in this.

After a closer analysis, hearing the details of operation, structure, and printing, it can be seen that Claire is careful and smart.

In addition, judging from the contact situation, Claire is obviously not an ordinary girl, and is no worse than the noble ladies he has seen.

He was generally satisfied, so he nodded and said, "Claire, you said it very well, then I will entrust you to do this for me, how about it?"

"Of course, I will recommend you an expert... an outstanding alumnus of Hadley University, one of the first newspaper practitioners, the editor-in-chief of Time magazine, a well-deserved news media master... Mr. Frank." Claire gave Frank a title. Anyway, it would be no problem to let the senior take over when doing things.

Obviously, this series of titles sounded very intimidating, and Virut really didn't expect Claire to fool him.

When Frank was called over, he had a scruffy beard (bachelors have no image), blurred eyes (lack of sleep due to overtime every day), and was unruly (slept in the office and came in slippers), anyway, he was different.

Unlike those staff outside who looked like dogs and dogs, the main feature was a differentiated style.

In the normal opinion, if someone with this image could get into the magazine, he must have some skills, and others would not tolerate it!

Virut was very satisfied, this was the hermit in his mind!

When Claire mentioned the specific matter, the hermit Frank looked relaxed: "It's simple, I'll take a few people and it will be solved in a month."

Although he was a little sloppy, Frank's professional ability was really amazing, but his emotional intelligence was a little tough.

Claire drove Frank away with disdain, and the latter had no sense of being disliked at all, and acted as he wanted.

Finally, Virut talked about the reward: "Claire, how much do you want to pay for your help?"

"No money, Uncle Virut's face is enough." Claire said it very nicely.

Virut was even more satisfied. Although he was spending public money, he was of course happy that his face could be used as money.

So it was settled like this, free of charge.

Of course, he knew in his heart that he would definitely pay after the work was done, but there was no need to talk about it now.