Love Began with the First Meeting
Chapter 1062 Extra Story 43 Of Sweetness Between Bri And Mol Exposure

However, Public Voice, also a newspaper company, was an exception. Its office located at a two-story building at the periphery of the slum of the city was not a hotspot in the eye of the leaders when it came to news. Although this place didn't belong to the slum, due to similar terrain and public security, the buildings here were not different from those in the slum. Logically, a newspaper company would never place their office at such a place, if the purpose of the company was to gain profits by spreading the news. However, for the Public Voice, they had other aims aside from the news. Despite the fact that Public Voice had done that, the office had run for more than a year till now at A City, which was quite surprising.

As a national pilot in a country with relatively limited freedom of speech, Public Voice was allowed to publish news about sensitive topics without the approval of higher authorities. As a result, correspondingly, it couldn't win the favor of the leaders. Without their support, its sales had been decreasing since day one.

At present, in order to maintain its existence, many reporters of Public Voice were inclined to report gossips and scandals of celebrities in order to increase their sales. They had no other choice. Nobody placed advertisements on Public Voice, and their sales were dramatically downtrend. The newspaper would go out of business sooner or later unless the situation could be improved. In such a case, the worst result would be caused. The bright side of the society would be reported by all the leading newspapers in the city, while the darker unknown side, such as corruption, bribery, and crimes, would not be disclosed due to the efforts of pressure groups. In this way, the public would not know anything that they should know. That's where Public Voice would come into the picture.

The press photographer who had been at the airport earlier was waiting for the editor-in-chief of the newspaper to make a decision. He was somewhat anxious because the editor-in-chief had already looked through the photos for more than half an hour in a cold sweat but hadn't said a word yet. The photographer could not bear it any longer. He asked, "Well, is it good or not? Please tell me!"

The editor-in-chief didn't answer him immediately. Instead, he scanned through the photos from beginning to end once again. It was not until now that he raised his head and looked at the photographer. With complicated emotions in his eyes, he asked, "Luis, do you know what these two persons in the photo were talking about?"

The photographer, who was called Luis, shook his head. Then he said, "Boss, what do you think a man and a woman can talk about?" Leaning his body forward towards the desk of the editor-in-chief and raising his eyebrows, he whispered In a low voice, "In my opinion, they were talking about..."

Hearing Luis's imaginative speech in an exultant tone, the editor-in-chief followed his words with his mind. Sometimes he frowned; sometimes he got relaxed; sometimes he pulled a long face; sometimes he sighed. The expressions on his face were changing. "Can that work?" confused and worried at the same time, the editor-in-chief asked when Luis finished telling the imaginary story.

Luis nodded seriously and make a gesture of okay with his hand. Complacently, he said, "Absolutely yes!" However, the editor still wasn't convinced despite Luis' encouragements.

Inside him, he felt unsure of what would be the consequences if the company would feature such a story. Considering the current situation of the newspaper, and the subjects of the photos they were about to publish. Knowing how things work around A City, he was certain that the company would really be closed down unless they took a risk to report unusual news. But if they reported on this, they would be risking their fate.

Seeing that the editor-in-chief was battling his own self in making a decision, Luis said, "Boss, if our company would be closed down, we would not have a bright future either. After all, we have offended so many powerful people in the past and made them unhappy. Yet we are still here, this one wouldn't make any difference. Perhaps the ones we have harmed in the past were waiting to take their revenge on us. I guess we just have to prepare for that when the time comes. But for now, we must give this one a try, who knows we might hit jackpot."

As soon as he heard that, the editor-in-chief drooped his shoulders helplessly. After thinking for a while, finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "We can do nothing but cut off all means of retreat. Let's have a try. Among all the pilot newspapers in the whole country, only the one in L City and we are still running now. If we could not survive, we will disappoint the committee members who have supported us. That will be the last thing I want to happen."

Hearing the editor-in-chief's words, Luis said sadly, "Boss, that won't happen. I'm sure we will hold on." With a face full of positivity, Luis faced his boss showing all his teeth hoping that he wouldn't change his mind about the matter.

The editor-in-chief shook his head and sighed deeply. Then he said, "You can go on and write the article now. I will tell them to leave the whole front page to you." Hearing his boss' final instruction, Luis felt a rush of excitement and thought about the appropriate words he would use as a headline for the front page.

Eager to start with his task, Louis answered yes and then left. In front of his computer, he typed swiftly, composing a voluminous report. It involved commendation and criticism, but it mostly talked about the anger towards rich people and the injustice of women's social status. It was not until midnight that he finalized the report. Reviewing the article for one last time, he felt satisfied at his work and headed on to the printing department and had his article printed. Sleep was not an option for him right now. Meanwhile, his colleagues in the department were waiting for his article and photos in a vigorous manner.

When a fellow reporter saw him look at the screen of his computer with delight and relief on his face, she knew that probably he had finished writing the article and something big will be served the next day that would blast the public. Curiously she walked towards Luis and asked, "Done?!" Luis nodded and said, "I've sent an e-mail to you. Check it out and give me some feedback." "Okay...

I'll check on it now. I couldn't wait for the paper to be released to read it," his colleague answered eagerly. Heading to her computer, she opened her mailbox and began checking on her mail.

Everything was ready for Luis' article, the photos and the text were perfectly placed and carefully edited to make sure that everything was perfect.

The sound created by the operation of the printing machine was especially loud late at night, which sounded like a hammer kept striking on people who were waiting for the newspaper. It was past three o'clock early in the morning. Since it had been late when the typesetting had been finished and the volume of printing was at least tripled, the printing was half finished by now. 0000000000☐☐☐☐☐