New York.
The New York Times building.
Editor-in-chief Duke was sitting in front of his desk. He looked at the growing topic on his computer screen and couldn't help but smile.
Thanks to the successful launch of the life support system, NASA's news was on the headlines of major media outlets. Many people felt like they had returned to that passionate era, the era when the stars and stripes were invincible.
Under the influence of public opinion, all reports on the Ares program were enthusiastically pursued by people.
There was no need to create too much atmosphere at all. All they needed was a little simple artistic processing of the matter, coupled with a shocking headline, and the entire newspaper would be quickly sold out.
Ever since the New York Times entered the Internet era, it was the first time that its sales had increased by more than 20% for two consecutive months. And at least half of the credit for all of this was inseparable from his department.
He thought about the skyrocketing KPI numbers and couldn't help but feel excited.
Maybe in two months, he would have to move to another office.
Just then, the office door was pushed open. Camille, a reporter from the Politics Panel Editorial Department, walked in quickly in her high heels.
This time, Duke didn't blame her for not knocking on the door. He played with the cap of the pen in his hand and said to Camil with a pleasant smile, "That's right, Camil, Duke, you're not going to knock on the door."
"What? Is there some big news? "
Camille said hurriedly.
"Big news, from across the Pacific Ocean."
Duke leaned back in his chair and said, "Lucky guy, tell me about it."
"I think it's better if you read it yourself." Camille threw the report on the desk and looked at Editor-in-chief Duke proudly. She said, "I believe you will be shocked by this good news!"
Duke raised his eyebrows and sat up straight in his chair. He picked up the report with interest.
However, as soon as he saw the title, his eyes were glued to the paper and he could not take his eyes off it.
He quickly read the report line by line. Duke's index finger kept rubbing on the paper, and a trace of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes. He couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
“Jesus-Christ!”
This is unbelievable!
Duke slammed the report on the table and stood up. He stared at Camille and spoke excitedly.
"There are serious design flaws in the Moon Palace. After the loop heat pipe was wired, it was discovered that the heat dissipation system was not up to standard … China's moon landing plan will suffer a setback … Is this true?"
Camille said slowly with a smile on her face.
"Remember the informant in China I told you about last time? And the one about China's plan to build a space station in lunar orbit. "
Hearing this, Du Ke's expression changed slightly, and his tone uncontrollably carried a trace of excitement.
"From the same source?"
Camille didn't say anything. She only smiled and nodded.
Seeing that his conjecture had been confirmed by her, Duke's expression instantly became interesting.
Last time, China planned to build a space station on the Moon. The New York Times was even faster than China media. It could be said that Camil's informant played a huge part in the reason why the draft could be published so quickly.
Even now, Duke still remembered how the New York Times article was trending on Twitter. He also remembered how his boss praised him at the meeting.
At that time, they used a mocking tone and gave the label of "overestimating one's capabilities" to their opponents. If the Moon Palace's design failed and the launch was delayed, it would coincide with the beginning and end of their previous article.
God bless the United States!
Oh no, God bless The New York Times!
He didn't even have to wait for the life support system to land on the Moon. He was confident that the sales of The New York Times in North America would rise to new heights.
Duke rubbed his hands excitedly as he looked at the document on the table. He couldn't take his eyes off it.
"… It seems like your friend in China has a high status."
Camille raised her eyebrows a little haughtily.
"Don't worry about that, it doesn't matter. What's important is that we have a common interest."
Duke knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If he wanted a long-term cooperation, he had to satisfy the other party's needs.
Since he often talked to "a certain unnamed White House official", he was well-versed in this since he was young, so he spoke without hesitation.
"What do they want?"
Camille said in a relaxed tone, "They want us to make a big deal out of this. It's best to make it a headline."
Hearing that, Du Ke was taken aback at first, but then he laughed and said, "That's easy! I'll satisfy their needs … Or rather, even if our informant didn't ask me to do this, I would! "
What better way to highlight the success of the Ares Plan than the failure of the enemy?
If he couldn't make a headline like this, even the Statue of Liberty would be disappointed.
Even though Camille was happy to see her news in the headlines, she was still a little dissatisfied with Duke's statement.
"My informant."
Duke smiled nonchalantly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, it's your informant, your news … So, how should I reward you? A raise? "
"A separate office and an assistant. This is what I deserve."
To be able to have one's own office instead of working in the lobby was the dream of every rookie reporter.
Because not only did it prevent colleagues from spying on their secrets, but it was also a symbol of identity and status.
Even though Camille wasn't a rookie reporter, she faced a lot of competition when she worked at a globally renowned newspaper like The New York Times.
After listening to Camil's request, Duke frowned slightly, but he quickly relaxed and said in a pleasant tone.
"This is easy, I'll suggest it to the boss. With your ability, you deserve an assistant and a separate office."
News channels were also part of a reporter's professional ability. Not only did it reflect business ability, but it also tested one's communication skills.
After a simple balance, he easily made this decision.
A reporter with a special source of information was worthy of the company paying some necessary costs to retain him.
The corners of Camil's lips curled up into a smile, as if her wish had been fulfilled.
"Then I'll thank you in advance."
Duke spoke in a pleasant tone.
"You're welcome, do you have time tonight? I know a good restaurant. "
"Unfortunately, I have other plans tonight."
After that, Camil turned around and walked out of the office with a gust of fragrant wind.
Duke looked at Camille and curled his lips. He reached out and picked up the press release on the table.
"Anderson, come to the office immediately."
After a while, Lu Zhou heard a complaint from the other end of the phone.
"But boss, I'm on vacation."
"Your vacation is over. I'll make it up to you in two weeks. I want to see a press release about the major design flaws of the Moon Palace core module and the postponement of China's Lunar Space Station program. Other newspapers have also gotten wind of this. We have to be ahead of everyone else. If everything goes well, it'll be on the headlines tomorrow! "
Before Lu Zhou could finish speaking, he heard a series of violent noises from the other end of the phone, as if something had been hit on the ground.
Immediately after, Anderson's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.
"What? Wait a minute, China wants to postpone the space station program? When did this happen? Is the news reliable? I'm coming to the office now! "
Duke was too lazy to repeat Camille's words. He opened Camille's email and placed it on Anderson's email icon.
"I've sent the relevant information to your email. Take a look at it yourself."
After that, Duke hung up the phone and comfortably leaned back in his office chair.
Everything was going so smoothly.
If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to save the sweet taste for the last one, he would have opened the bottle of champagne that he had kept in the fridge for a long time.
Honestly, he couldn't wait …
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