Original God, starting from the sister against the brother

The editor of Surprise pushed the panicked young man against the wall, with veins bulging on his forehead. In addition to anger, there was also a deep sense of relief in his eyes.

"It's okay~, it's okay!"

"Fortunately, Lord Chao Ke came to the newspaper office tonight and read the newspaper himself, otherwise, something really bad would have happened."

No wonder this brat in front of me was trying to please me two months ago, saying that he wanted to train himself, examine himself, and share the editor-in-chief's worries, and that he would strictly review the newspaper pages he was responsible for.

At first, the editor-in-chief was certainly not confident about the young man's work. Although he verbally agreed to it, he still had to review it again before printing it in the newspaper.

But over the past two weeks, the editor-in-chief did not find any problems with the pages that this child was responsible for. Naturally, his attitude became more relaxed when dealing with these sections later.

After all, these pages are not very spacious, but contain a lot of information.

Everything is written in small fonts, and it seems like they would like to print more information. Not to mention reviewing every word, even a cursory glance would hurt my eyes.

It would be great if someone could help you pass the test.

In this way, the editor-in-chief of "Amazing" became more and more relaxed when reviewing the section that this young man was in charge of. Until now, he almost didn't even look at the content. He would directly approve it after confirming that there was no problem.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it.

This bastard did this not for promotion or salary increase, but to get his personal opinion out there.

Just as the newspaper editor-in-chief Xiang Chaoke said before.

As a media practitioner, he knew very well which people could be deceived and offended; and which people were absolute taboos and must not be touched.

Among these taboos that must not be touched, the [Fontaine’s aristocratic bureaucracy] is something even more terrifying than the [Buffati Mansion].

After all, some things may not seem to weigh much unless they are weighed, but once they are weighed, they may weigh more than a thousand pounds.

The private goods smuggled by this young man are the most sensitive as they concern the implementation of funds for public projects.

No one can say whether this article will cause a public uproar after it is published, and whether the matter can be resolved by relying on the name of the storm.

But the editor-in-chief of "Surprise" newspaper can be sure that this newspaper will definitely be delivered to those [Fontaine politicians] and [Fontaine nobles].

It’s hard to say whether they will die or not, but everyone in the “Amazing” newspaper...is probably going to die.

After all, the hands of the [Fontaine nobles] are not just black.

......

Here, Chao Ke patted the editor-in-chief of the newspaper on the hand and said.

"Put him down first."

"Sir, this guy is..."

"I told you to put it down!"

"it is good......"

The editor-in-chief of the newspaper was so frightened that he shook his shoulders and let go of his hand, causing the young man who was smuggling contraband to fall to the ground with his back against the wall.

Chao Ke looked the young man up and down, then gave him a light kick, causing him to look up at him.

"Tell me, what's this report about?"

"What's going on?"

The young man who was thrown to the ground gave a bitter smile and repeated Chao Ke's question to himself.

He realized that everything he had done had been discovered, and that that just report would probably never see the light of day again.

Having been forced into a desperate situation, he no longer felt the initial fear in his heart. He looked calmly at Chao Ke in front of him and the editor-in-chief standing behind him.

The young man turned his eyes away from the editor-in-chief and stared straight at Chao Ke.

"Mr. Chao Ke, you may not know this yet. The editor-in-chief standing behind you, who is as docile as a dog, is also an orphan, and is already one of the best people in the Gray River District."

"But even the editor-in-chief has to call you sir when he sees you."

"That's right. Now you own several of the best and most profitable restaurants in Fontaine, and you are the only deputy to the person in charge of [Buffati Mansion]. You have money and power. Even many of the top executives in Fontaine probably regard you as a guest of honor."

"You have already gained fame and fortune, so you can indeed treat the editor-in-chief like a servant."

"But I wonder if you, 'Master' Chao Ke, can still remember that you came from the Hearth House in Fontaine and that you were once an orphan."

"The only thing you are luckier than us is that you were born above ground."

"And below the ground, we, orphans with the same background as you, and even some orphans with better backgrounds and who have relatives to take care of us, have not even solved the most basic problem of food and clothing!"

"I don't know how close your relationship with those Fontaine executives is, and how many benefits you have given them. They actually sent police officers to your restaurant to serve as security."

“It’s ridiculous.”

“Instead of sending this police force to the Gray River District where security forces are more needed, they were sold to a restaurant as bodyguards.”

"This behavior is exactly the same as their use of the national treasury allocation and public donations for other purposes!"

"And Mr. Chao Ke, you, who was also born an orphan, are an accomplice of those corrupt officials."

"Tonight, you can do whatever you want to me, because if the situation continues like this, there will be righteous whistleblowers who will reveal the truth after me."

"Don't think you're safe just because you live in Upper Town!"

Chao Ke looked at the young man who closed his eyes and prepared to die after the explosion, kicked him again, and said in a serious voice.

"Are you done?"

"......"

The young man did not respond, as if he was unwilling to talk to Chao Ke anymore.

"Hey~"

Chao Ke sighed, "Why bother?"

As he said that, Chao Ke kicked the young man again, but this time, he used a little more force.

"A?e! A?e! A?e! (Fontaine language, people will scream it subconsciously when it hurts, similar to the Chinese language Oh! Boiling! Boiling! Boiling!)"

The young man was kicked out of his native language by Chao Ke. He immediately jumped up from the ground in pain, covering the place where he was kicked by Chao Ke, and there was even a layer of mist in his eyes.

"Looking at you like that, I thought you had a strong will and could take a beating, but this is what happened."

"After being output by you for such a long time, I found that you haven't even figured out some things."

"First, I, who you scolded all night, have relatives and am not an orphan."

"However, since you have called me an orphan all night, you'd better be an orphan. If not, I will make you an orphan."

"Secondly, I have become what I am today not just because I was born on the ground."

"The force of my kick just now was the lightest punishment our 'Mother' could give to an eight-year-old child."

"You can see me standing in front of you now, a successful person, but what you can't see is that most of the children who walked with me in my childhood are no longer alive."

Chao Ke held the newspaper in front of the young man and said, "Tell me in detail everything you know."

"I never said to ignore this matter."