James Merry handed over the article he had written all night but received no response. So three days later he ran to ask the editor-in-chief what was going on. The editor asked him to find editor-in-chief Mr. Akol Fitre, saying that the manuscript had been handed over.

"I think it's better for you to focus on tennis, James." Mr. Akar Fitre, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, shrugged in his office, standing in front of him, a reporter who is specializing in tennis reporting but is very concerned about football recently.

"Of course I will report tennis, but now there is news that is more important than tennis. Mr. Ferry!" Merry felt that the boss said this too inaccurately, and that was not the first time he thought so. In his opinion, Mr. Ferry is simply a representative of ignorance. This is why the Wimbledon Evening News is not very well-known locally. The concept of running a newspaper is unclear. Should we take the serious or popular route? Should we be pro-Labor or pro-Conservative? Or to remain neutral? There is no clear guiding ideology at all.

As the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Akar Ferteli doesn't care, and the boss behind the scenes is completely ignored. I heard that Ferteli is a relative of the boss. After staying here for a year, Meli firmly believes that this "rumor" is true.

The British newspaper industry is well developed, with tens of thousands of national and local newspapers, but not many newspapers can succeed. Those successful newspapers have their own characteristics without exception, which are enough to attract the target audience.

For example, the most serious and authoritative one is the Times. People who read their newspapers are generally government figures, with a status equivalent to the People's Daily in China. The Mirror is on the left, and their position is that the working class is the master of the country, so they often criticize facts from the perspective of the middle and lower classes, just as if they are the masters of the country. The readers of the Financial Times are all bankers, while the Guardian is more angry. They unanimously believe that the people who manage this country should be them, not readers of the Times. The Morning Star has an American background, so it is always in the same trenches as the United States.

There was once a TV series in the UK that teased British newspapers - "I know newspapers, and I also know what kind of people their readers are. Daily Mirror readers think they are managing this country; Guardian readers think they should manage this country; Times readers do manage this country; Daily Mail readers are wives of people who manage this country; Financial Times readers 'own' this country; Morning Star readers think this country should be managed by another country; Daily Telegraph readers don't care who manages this country at all."

"What about the readers of the Sun?" someone asked.

"The readers of the Sun don't care about these things. As long as the girl's breasts are big enough!"

Look, even the Sun has its own characteristics - a naked third-page girl. What about Wimbledon Evening News? There is nothing. Today, the news has become a hot topic, so I will follow the news. Tomorrow the news will attract a lot of attention, so I will follow the trend and report the news. Just like a fence-between, with no stance or concept at all.

Merriken stayed in such a newspaper just because he was close to his home.

"Yes, Wimbledon's football team is more attractive than tennis now. So we decided to publish an article that fully introduces the team, but not the one you wrote." Editor-in-chief Nothing pulled his article from the numerous manuscripts and threw it to Merry.

"The article written by Sally?" Merry was stunned for a moment, "I'm so sorry that I shouldn't comment on my colleagues in front of you. But the article he wrote was innovative and the entry point was very ordinary. I don't think there is anything that can attract readers to take a look at each other than news in other media..."

"And yours are different, right?" The editor-in-chief looked at Meili coldly.

Meili didn't see the meaning behind the editor-in-chief's words. He nodded: "Yes, I think it's more interesting to report this team from the perspective of a Chinese student who has no attention. Readers are always curious and interested in things they don't understand, and if we can satisfy their wishes, we can catch their eyes..."

"Okay, Mr. Merry." The editor-in-chief interrupted James Merry's long speech impatiently. "I know you were in the Times at first, but that was fifteen years ago. You don't need to teach me here."

Even the name has changed, and he was called "James" before. He has always been dissatisfied with this disobedient subordinate. Now he finally has the opportunity to retaliate. How could he let it go easily? Want to be published in the newspaper? There is no one at all!

"I won't be able to write this article on you. You still have a future as a tennis reporter. Mr. Merry. Football is not yours. What do you think about it when you do this? He is specifically responsible for reporting football." This excuse is quite impressive, but Merry can hear the meaning behind it.

He didn't say anything, his face looked a little bad. He pulled back his manuscript, turned around and walked out.

Editor-in-chief Fei Teli looked at his back and snorted disdainfully.

Fifteen minutes later, his door was knocked open again, and James Merry walked in with a piece of paper in his hand.

Meili threw the paper onto the table.

It was a resignation letter written on a printer, and the bottom was signed with Meili's name.

A very short resignation letter, no more than one hundred words.

Editor-in-chief Fateli didn't expect Merry to resign because of this conflict. He sat in a chair and looked at the reporter in surprise.

They had many similar conflicts before. Meili was an arrogant person, and the editor-in-chief held great power and did not like others to point fingers at him. When the two met, there was inevitably conflict... He wanted to persuade Meili to change his mind, but the two had just quarreled and could not say such words. Moreover... The editor-in-chief thought in his heart that Meili's departure might be a good thing. Anyway, there are still a few months before the start of the four major tennis slams in the new season, so he has enough time to find someone to take over Meili's job.

"Very good, it seems that our little newspaper can't keep you, Mr. James Merry, a former top student." He nodded. "I wish you good luck." He stood up and wanted to shake hands with Merry, but Merry walked out without looking back. He was not in the mood to keep his demeanor with this hateful person.

The charm of returning to the office was in the surprised eyes of many colleagues, and put all the books, materials, manuscripts, photos, water cups, stationery... on the table into the carton.

"Hey, James, you're..." A colleague with good relationship came up and asked with concern.

"I'm so sorry, Dautti. I suddenly want to change jobs." James said to his colleague who came up to ask him. "I'll invite you to have a drink next time."

"What's going on? Could it be because..." Daoti looked at the editor-in-chief's office.

Merry nodded: "I have different ideas from him."

After packing up all his things, he said goodbye to the others in the office one by one, and walked out with the box in his arms.

※※※ When Meili walked to the parking lot with a box of things in her arms, she began to calm down slowly. He actually resigned because of a Chinese student. This is really... no one believed it? But in fact, this matter cannot be blamed on Chu. He resigned because the manuscript he wrote for Chu was killed.

Merry opened the rear door of the car, put the box containing her own miscellaneous items in, and then leaned against the car to smoke.

After graduating from the journalism department of Sheffield University eighteen years ago, he went to the Times and became a journalist in that world-famous newspaper. He learned how to write news, how to write comments, and how to become a qualified journalist. There he met Abel Terry, an alumnus who was on the same school but had different classes, and the two became friends.

Later, Abel planned to change jobs to the Sun because he felt that the style of the Times was not suitable for him. He wanted to take Meili to go with him, but Meili refused because he didn't like the style of the Sun. Since the Sun was acquired by Murdoch, it has quickly become vulgar. A naked girl with big breasts will definitely appear in the third edition of each issue. Meili is very disgusted with this trend. He believes that as a journalist, he should have minimum social responsibility, and the Sun does not have any social responsibility.

A few years later, he left the Times, worked in many newspapers and magazines, and even had a short working experience on TV stations. In the end, he settled in the evening newspaper in his hometown. His ambitions when he was young had been worn out by the years, and he had no ambitions, just wanted to live a stable life in this tabloid. After all, he was married and had children, and could not withstand much trouble.

But he was still a little arrogant, so he had conflicts with the editor-in-chief. Unexpectedly, today's things became the fuse, causing him to explode. Now he can't even understand why he suddenly had the idea of ​​resigning.

In fact, with his years of work experience in the media circle, it is not difficult to find another job with a higher salary than the Wimbledon Evening News.

He was just surprised that he was already forty years old and was still so impulsive. It only took fifteen minutes from deciding to resigning to implementing it.

When I got home, I didn’t know how my wife would evaluate his actions. I hope she wouldn’t be too angry.

After smoking a cigarette, Meili looked at the watch on her wrist. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon, and there was still some time before she got off work. Going home so early? Meili thought it would be better to face his wife later. He thought of the boy who caused all this today and decided to go and see him. The report of him was destined to be unable to enter the newspaper, so he had to explain it himself, so that he would not say he would be untrustworthy when he saw him next time.

Today is Sunday, and that international student should work in a bar, right?

Throwing the cigarette butt on the ground, Merri opened the car door.

※※※ Chu Zhongtian just opened the door of the Wimbledon bar and turned over the "Close" sign hanging outside, and heard a few car horns coming from behind him.

He turned around and found a red hatchback parked by the roadside. Half of his body was poked out from the driver's seat, saying hello to him.

"It's really hard to find here, Chu!" James Merry said, patting the car door.

"Mr. Meili?" Chu Zhongtian was a little strange at first, but then he remembered that the other party had promised that if his report was reported, he would send it to him personally. Did he really have it?

"I'll park the car there." Merry pointed to the road ahead, where there was already a full car and there was an empty space.

Chu Zhongtian watched Meili skillfully pour the car into the parking space, then got out of the car and closed the door, and walked towards him.

"I'm so happy to see you again, Mr. Meili. We are indeed a bit off here." Chu Zhongtian invited him into the bar, and at the same time he noticed that Mr. Meili was holding a folder, maybe there was a fresh sample report there?

Because the door just opened in the afternoon, there was no customer.

Chu Zhongtian walked to the back of the bar and said to James Merry who was sitting here: "What do you want, Mr. Merry?"

"Come on a pint beer bar... I don't want dark beer." Meili took out the coins and put them on the table, and then he watched Chu Zhongtian skillfully pour beer for him with interest.

"How long have you been here, Chu?"

"It's been two years." Chu Zhongtian replied.

"Then you must be a celebrity here now, right?"

Chu Zhongtian smiled.

Meiri noticed that the wall on the left was full of photos, which was not surprising, as many bars had traditions. He jumped off the stool, walked over, and admired it carefully.

Soon he found the one with Chu Zhongtian in many photos - on a sunny afternoon, he was surrounded by a group of fans, wearing Wimbledon's blue and yellow jerseys, leaving a group photo.

This was exactly what Chu Zhongtian took before participating in the Mixed County League for the first time. The girl next to him who smiled sweetly was Emily. After the photo was washed, Boss John would come and hang it on the wall, saying that he would leave an eternal memory. Around this photo, there were a few old yellow photos, which were initially estimated to be over thirty years old, because the dress of the people in the photo looked like in the 1970s.

After reading a circle of photos, his wine had been placed in front of his seat by Chu Zhongtian.

As soon as they lifted the wine glass, the sound of pushing the door sounded from behind them. Several people who came in greeted Chu Zhongtian enthusiastically: "Hi, good afternoon, Chu! Hey... Someone came earlier than us..." They looked at James Merry with their backs facing them in a strange way.

The one who came was Lao Bente and others.

Chu Zhongtian introduced to them: "This is James Merry, a reporter from the Wimbledon Evening News."

Merry stood up and greeted the old fan opposite him: "It was still before this afternoon, but not now. Hello, I'm happy to meet you."

Old Bente and the others nodded to him. Even if they had greeted him, they had no intention of shaking hands. For those who were not familiar with them, the British did not like and were too enthusiastic. It took Chu Zhongtian a year to slowly be accepted by them.

After asking Chu Zhongtian for their respective wine, they sat in a fixed position. Only Chu Zhongtian and Meili were left in front of the bar.

Meili looked at Chu Zhongtian lowering his head to pour wine for the new drinkers and asked, "Don't you want to ask why I am not a reporter from Wimbledon Evening News now?"

"This should be your privacy, it's not convenient for me to ask." Chu Zhongtian replied with his head down.

"Actually, it has something to do with you..."

Chu Zhongtian raised his head, changed into a wine glass, and continued to pour wine.

"I had a quarrel with the editor because he did not agree to post your report. But it was not your responsibility. He and I didn't like each other. I think he was ignorant and didn't know anything. He thought I always went against him." Meili waited for Chu Zhongtian to hand over the wine in his hand and handed the folder up.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the newspaper in the end, but this manuscript will be kept as a souvenir for you."

Chu Zhongtian opened it and saw a printed press release titled "The Chinese Playing Football at Wimbledon", which was exactly the same as what he said last time.

He looked at it very seriously.

The manuscript is actually not long. I modified the content of the last interview and turned into a news report, rather than a simple question-and-answer interview.

This was the first time Chu Zhongtian saw a report about him, although this report ultimately failed to appear in any news media.

In it, Meili introduced Chu Zhongtian's study and work here, and then came to the topic - football.

It focuses on his assist in the FA Cup against Nordsshire, and praises it, claiming that it is a professional pass, and even in the Premier League, it is rare for players to play such a ball at the start of the game.

Although Chu Zhongtian felt a little embarrassed, he was more proud and proud.

After reading the article, he closed the folder.

"Thank you, Mr. Merry. I feel sorry for your resignation..."

"Ha, there's nothing bad. That job is not suitable for me. I'm just staying there because I'm closer to my house, so I can take care of my wife and children." Merry waved. "I'm going to take a break for a while and spend time with my family. Don't worry that I can't find a job."

Chu Zhongtian also laughed, and when Meili said this, he felt relieved. If he had let others lose their job just because he had made them lose their job, he would still feel a little guilty.

"Do you still continue to be a reporter?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"I think so." What can I do if I don't become a reporter? Merry doesn't know. "I only know how to be a reporter, ha!" he smiled.

Next, customers kept coming in to say hello to Chu Zhongtian, then asked for a pint of beer, and sat aside to chat.

Merry soon talked with other fans, and they were all fans, so there was a common topic. He took the beer and went among the group of Old Bente and the others. After a while, a burst of laughter came from there. It seemed that they were having a happy chat and got along very well.

After he finished drinking a pint of wine, he stood up and said goodbye to everyone, and also to Chu Zhongtian.

"No more drink?" Chu Zhongtian asked.

"No, it's time to get off work." He pointed to his watch, and Chu Zhongtian laughed knowingly.

"Will you go and watch our match against Hinckley United, Mr. Merry?" Chu Zhongtian asked him before leaving.

"Of course, I will definitely go and see it. And I'm looking forward to you entering the third round!"

James Merry waved to Chu Zhongtian, pushed the door and walked out.
Chapter completed!