Chapter 383: On Yingjiang's Doomed War

Ninth day.

Headline's sales had slipped a bit, but not much, since the news he had created had lost its freshness, and the heat naturally dropped.

If it weren't for the solid content, the newspaper's circulation would be even lower.

At this very moment, the news that Ming Pao was improving benefits also appeared on Ming Pao.

Pang Long immediately brought Ming Pao to find Yang Qing.

Pang Long certainly knew how formidable Ming Pao was.

The novel's quality was high, holding up half the sky; the editorials were biting, holding up the other half.

Now that the benefits have been announced, there are no shortcomings left.

Ming Pao's benefits were already industry-leading.

Now, altogether, this just-born tender shoot of theirs is a bit hard to handle.

Yang Qing patted his shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, the heat has faded, we'll just seek heat."

"Isn't Yingjiang currently at war?"

"We'll just take him on."

Saying this, Yang Qing took out an editorial.

"On Yingjiang's Doomed War"

He stuffed it into Pang Long's hand.

Pang Long jerked his hand back as if he had grabbed a hot iron the moment he saw the name.

He exclaimed excitedly.

"Boss, this can't be written; right now, troops are coming to Gangdao every day to rest."

"If this article is published, it will cause a big trouble."

Yingjiang's hands are black; you must not provoke them.

Yang Qing, however, didn't care much.

He smiled and handed the article back, saying solemnly.

"We are in the news business; we cannot shrink from every matter."

"The life of a newspaper is to dare speak what others dare not."

Afterward, he again smiled to comfort Pang Long.

"Moreover, this is precisely when Yingjiang is invincible; when you are advancing triumphantly and someone gossips, would you care?"

"Yingjiang isn't so narrow-minded; on the contrary, it might still have the leisure to comment on us."

"Hey, little kid, don't run around."

Yang Qing himself said this and couldn't help laughing.

Yingjiang is arrogant, making them unable to see the danger within.

Annan is not a trivial matter; behind it stand two great giants as its backing, and moreover, it has the combat power taught by the Rabbit's example.

Little Mushroom now, because of Boss Su's reason, dares not be used lightly.

How can a group of soldiers fighting for wages play with a group fighting for survival?

Moreover, there is the boundless tropical rainforest; entering it is practically seeking death.

Originally, without Little Mushroom, Yingjiang might not even be able to set foot on Little Japan Island.

Furthermore, there is behind them an eminent figure of the War of Resistance like the Rabbit.

Pang Long, however, wore a solemn expression.

"Boss, this joke isn't funny at all."

Yang Qing, however, firmly said.

"What's there to fear? At worst we go bankrupt."

"Then we'll open another one; rest assured, you won't go hungry."

Yang Qing's boldness is entirely for chasing trends; by doing so, we have become a newspaper with class.

If we fail, we can just start over.

It is likely to succeed, for what Yang Qing said is quite right; the arrogant Yingjiang still tolerates others saying a couple of things.

This is a battle to establish oneself.

Tenth day.

The Headline Daily, an article "On Yingjiang's Doomed War" once again caused a stir in Gangdao.

It truly lives up to the name Headline,

In the article, Yang Qing raised a question.

"How many deaths can the wage-earning soldiers bear?"

"In the vast tropical rainforest, how many lives is Yingjiang preparing to fill it with?"

Yang Qing did not even bring out the two giants behind Annan.

He merely steadied the footing of his own theory.

To directly predict Yingjiang's defeat at this time is indeed brave.

Commander Stellan, after learning of this, also had someone send over a copy.

After reading it, he still gave a certain evaluation.

"It has skill, but the skill is limited; before the steel torrent, everything is no problem."

The consultant asked.

"Shall we take measures against this newspaper?"

Stellan shook his head.

"They're just clowns, no need to bother. If we bother, it will only make others think we're insecure."

"Let it flounder for a few days; after we win, it's not too late to deal with it."

The arrogant Stellan let Yang Qing go that way.

Yang Qing waited two days, yet still didn't get any news about dealing with Toutiao News.

He knew he had bet correctly this time; there was nothing he could do, since Hero Jin found him unsightly.

He could only take a daring, risky move.

The Hong Fu had originally looked unfavorably on Yang Qing, but this news gave them a new perspective.

They had long regarded Yingjiang unfavorably; originally Yinglian was the leading nation, but now it has become a minor country.

This grudge is enormous.

Ordinary folks just don't speak, which doesn't mean they've forgotten.

If the colony still existed, they would soon restore the "sun never sets" status.

Nothing is like now, still having to live by relying on others' breath.

"This newspaper really has personality."

"For a newspaper this bold, we should look after it appropriately."

"Hahaha…"

Thus, the invitation dodged a disaster.

Yang Qing's adventure soon reaped generous rewards.

For several consecutive days, Gangdao was discussing everywhere whether Yingjiang could win.

Toutiao Daily also became a synonym for standing up to the powerful.

As Toutiao's content grew richer, the novel "Record of the Search for Qin" also began to display its might.

Toutiao Daily's sales hit the 20,000 threshold.

Afterwards, Yang Qing ceased his reckless behavior, and the newspaper steadied at 20,000.

With circulation, naturally more articles were submitted to Toutiao.

Toutiao began to get on the right track; sometimes it could meet publishing quotas without Yang Qing's filler content.

The explosion of Toutiao Daily also brought great benefits to Yang Rong.

His Shunfeng Express started to stand out on Gangdao.

Business suddenly surged.

Yang Rong became so busy his feet barely left the ground.

While Yang Qing and his father were busy as dogs.

Long Wu and his party, after a long trek, finally reached Fangcheng and established contact with the people Yang Rong had left there.

Qin Huairu, after the journey, had already thinned out a notch and still wore a dark, rustic village‑woman look.

Even Jia Zhangshi here couldn't recognize her.

However, as she grew thinner, she looked more and more like Thirteenth Aunt.

The flavor only increased, never decreased.

When Hou Liu came back and confirmed the connection.

Qin Huairu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally she didn't have to run away; she was already exhausted, her heart in a frantic anxiety.

She didn't know how her three children were now.

The more she thought, the more she regretted getting involved with Yang Qing; it was retribution, and had she not been driven by desire, none of this would have occurred.

Three days later they boarded a ship.

Heading straight toward Gangdao.

None of the group had ever been on a ship; after boarding, they soon vomited like dogs.

The shipworker, experienced, placed a lemon in each person's mouth, instantly making everyone feel better.

Tears of excitement welled up and flowed out.

Liu Ru Yan lay on the deck, a lemon in her mouth, looking at the blue sky, a smile spreading at the corners of her mouth.

She finally emerged.

She can now return home.