[Emma] Becoming Jane Fairfax

Sales of The Morning Post plummeted.

Lance looked at the March newspaper sales report that had just been delivered, and the tea in his hand was already cold.

Although he wanted to sell the newspaper, his idea of ​​running a textile factory was getting more and more serious, but Knightley was right. Given the current situation of the newspaper, the price of selling it would also be suppressed, and the cotton textile factory market in Manchester is getting more and more expensive. The cost is increasing day by day, and the money from selling newspapers is simply not enough to run a cotton textile factory of considerable size.

So, if he can't achieve the scale he wants, what can he use to compete?

Lance rubbed his temples.

Last night, my sister had a big fight with him because of the newspaper office.

"The newspaper office is my father's lifelong painstaking effort. He supported our family during the most difficult times and gave the employees a job that can support the family. It's not something you sell as soon as you say it. This is not a willful game."

Double attack, a dilemma.

A voice suddenly popped up in my mind: "New ideas are nothing more than breakthroughs, thinking of themes that readers can't think of, or putting new wine in old bottles, but the wine must be fragrant, strong and tasty enough to make people forget that it is an old bottle. Then it's a success."

Lance stood up abruptly, walked to the window with two long legs, and snorted with a laugh: "Nonsense girl."

As a result of the continued decline in newspaper sales, a suffocating anxiety has gradually spread in newspaper offices.

Bear the brunt of the Department of Literature.

"Old Jack, hasn't Mr. Amedeo figured out a way to increase the sales of the newspaper? The Ministry of News blames the Ministry of Finance and Economics, and the Ministry of Finance blames our Literature Department. Now the Ministry of News and the Ministry of Finance and Economics are pushing the responsibility to our Literature Department. Ridiculous."

"I heard that another newspaper went bankrupt this month. If our newspaper can't survive, I'll find another job as soon as possible."

"We all have to support our families, how can we do without a job."

"I also……"

In the editorial room of the Department of Literature, a group of chickens who had just worked for two years kept making noises. Old Jack, who had experienced many battles, continued to review manuscripts amidst the crowing of chickens without even raising his eyelids.

Make trouble, make trouble, and when Lance Amedeo really sells the newspaper, you will know what it means to be unspeakable.

In the afternoon, Old Jack handed over the manuscripts selected this month to Lance.

"I mentioned to Alvin, Andre and Charles, the three writers who regularly contribute to our newspaper, that we can try to change the style, but the quality of the manuscripts they submit is far worse than before. Mr. Amedeo, to be honest, It is too difficult for authors who have already formed their style to suddenly change their style, and it is too difficult for these authors."

Lance nodded, with a blank expression on his face, so that Old Jack couldn't guess what he was thinking, was he angry or helpless?It can't be happy.

"That's called...that's writing, writing..." Suddenly he couldn't remember, Lance frowned tightly, "The one who wrote about the flower seller..."

"Playergirl, Jonas Mayer," reminded old Jack.

"Yes, that's him. Has he contributed anything?"

Old Jack paused, and said: "Yes, I just received it today. I have read it. Compared with that "The Flower Girl", it is an improvement, but last time we rejected him, Mr. Amedeo, Are we going to use his manuscript?"

Lance seems to have forgotten how to satirize the author in the rejection letter to Jonas Mayer. When the old Jack said this, he still felt strange: "Why can't it be used? Is it because we rejected him?" Once? How many authors who contributed to our newspaper have not been rejected before? If he can submit another manuscript, it means that he is a qualified author, and rejecting the manuscript will not destroy his enthusiasm for literature. "

Old Jack stood still, acting quite calm, and his heart was already blown up.

Have you forgotten how you satirize others?

Maybe you are willing to adopt his manuscript, but he is not.

Lance knocked on the table: "Where is Mr. Jonas Mayer's new work? Let me see."

"Dear Mr. Jonas Meyer, it is a great honor to receive your manuscript. After discussion with all the editors of the literary department of this newspaper, your manuscript has been adopted. "Sophia" is a very novel novel, which is very suitable for this newspaper. Ongoing literary reform... However, as your editor in charge, please allow me to make a small suggestion to you. I am not very clear about the meaning of some sentences in your works, and there are also mistakes in grammar and spelling. I hope you can fix it later Improvements have been made in the works. Again, I hope our cooperation can satisfy both of us.

Jack Owen, Literature Department, The Morning Post"

Highbury has just had a heavy rain and the temperature has dropped suddenly.Being extremely worried about Jane's delicate body, Miss Bates strongly opposed Wei Lai's going to the post office to pick up the letter on a rainy day.

However, the matter of her writing for the "Daily Post" must never be known to Miss and Mrs. Bates.

Wei Lai told Patty not to go to the post office yet, but to sneak out while Miss Bates was taking a nap.

Of course, as soon as she came back, she was caught by Miss Bates, and she was stuffed under the bed with the letter and nagged a lot.

Wei Lai lay under the warm blanket, holding the letter and read it again, so happy that he got into the blanket and giggled.

She can finally make money.

It still feels good to be self-reliant.

Wei Lai took a deep breath of the cold air filled with the smell of earth.

Read the letter again—[I am not very clear about the meaning of some sentences in your work, and there are also mistakes in grammar and spelling. I hope you can improve in your future works. 】

The sense of joy is reduced a little.

Even though Wei Lai looks like a completely foreign woman now, she is still a real Chinese inside. She tried her best to figure out the thoughts of Westerners and imitate their writing, but she still couldn't avoid some Chinglish sentences .

change.

must be changed.

Wei Lai threw off the quilt and got out of bed, and shivered as he came into contact with the cold air suddenly.

The rain has stopped.

She changed, put on her hat and gloves, and went out of the bedroom.

Miss Bates was sitting in the living room doing needlework. It was a new hat she made for Wei Lai. Wei Lai said, "Auntie, I'll go out and go to Hatfield, and I'll be back soon."

"Ha, Hatfield? Jane, what are you going to Hatfield for? Has Miss Woodhouse invited you? I will go with you."

Wei Lai opened the door, turned around and said, "No need, Auntie, the road is slippery in rainy days, don't go out, I'll be back soon."

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Wei Lai has never seen such a beautiful manor.

The new home of the Cole family is luxurious, while Hatfield is exquisite, refined over time.

The house was nestled among manicured gardens, with a fountain of cherubs in the center, which were being trimmed by florists and gardeners.

Hatfield's servant led Wei Lai into the house, and met Emma head-on.

Emma was a little surprised by Wei Lai's visit, not to mention that she came alone.

"Miss Fairfax, it's been raining for the past few days, and it's getting colder every day. You should think about your body and dress warmly when you go out. I'm very happy that you can come to Hatfield, just in time for Harriet and Mr. Churchill is here, and we can have a good chat."

"Frank Churchill—" Willey paused, "Sir, is there?"

"Yeah, he came right after lunch. What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"

Wei Lai shook his head: "No, how is Harriet? Are you in a better mood?"

Emma sighed, and led Wei Lai to the living room while telling her in a low voice: "Don't mention Mr. Elton in front of Harriet. It was my fault, but poor Harriet suffered." , I reproach myself all the time. Harriet has calmed down, but Mr. Elton is coming back soon, and none of us will speak of Mr. Elton until he returns."

Hatfield's living room is as big as the entire house of the Bates family. As soon as you enter the door, you are greeted with warm air mixed with charcoal fire.

Old Mr. Woodhouse, with his silvery white hair, sat reading by the fire, Frank Churchill and Harriet on either side of him.

Frank Churchill is a little haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes are particularly obvious.

He glanced lazily at Wei Lai, and soon turned his gaze to Emma.

"Oh, this is... Miss Fairfax, please sit down, is it still raining outside? Miss Fairfax, you are wearing too thin clothes, you will catch cold." Mr. Woodhouse seemed anxious He wished he could take off his clothes and put them on Wei Lai, "Emma, ​​hurry up and get one of your clothes for Miss Fairfax to wear, poor girl, it's so cold."

Emma got up together, and Wei Lai hurriedly said: "Miss Woodhouse, don't bother. Mr. Woodhouse, I'm not cold at all, really, although I was sick a few days ago, now I can assure you that I Your health is much better, and I walked from the house very warm, and besides, there is a fireplace in your living room, and there is nothing warmer than this."

Mr. Woodhouse was a little proud: "Of course, my house has to light a fireplace even in summer, and catching a cold is a big deal. Emma is weak, and I am most afraid of her getting sick."

summer……

It's really not afraid of the heat.

Mr. Woodhouse sat for a while and then returned to the bedroom. There were only three young people left in the living room.

Emma still didn't know why Jane Fairfax came to Hatfield suddenly. She suddenly thought that after she came out of Bates' house that day, she sent Mrs. Weston back to Randall. There is an unknown relationship between Mr. Turley, and she even said that Mr. Knightley is in love with Jane Fairfax, and Jane may become Donwell's mistress.

How ridiculous.

"Miss Fairfax, you have come at just the right time. Mr. Churchill and I are discussing a ball at Highbury. When Mrs. Weston got married, Highbury held a After holding a grand ball, I never held it again." Emma looked at Wei Lai with a smile, "This is Mr. Churchill's proposal, I didn't know it in advance, he has already chosen the venue for the ball He pretended to discuss it with me, Miss Fairfax, do you think he went too far?"

Frank retorted: "I don't think I'm being too much, I just got back to Highbury and wanted a ball in such a beautiful place, Highbury deserves a big big ball, I just did a It would be unreasonable for Miss Woodhouse to blame me for something I have always wanted to do."

Emma gave Frank a non-threatening look, and Frank shook his head helplessly, as if watching his beloved girl acting like a baby.

behave in a spoiled manner……

Wei Lai exploded.

You two have developed to this point?

Great job, my Frank.

"Miss Fairfax, have you come to see me on any important business?"

Wei Lai collected himself and asked, "Miss Woodhouse, if you have time tomorrow, could I trouble you to accompany me to Donwell?"

Both Emma and Frank changed their expressions.

The author has something to say: At this time, Emma likes Frank.

Frank's mood is probably: Lanshou~mushroom~