Chapter 759 Another Big News?

New York.

The New York Times Building.

The editor-in-chief of Duke, who was sitting at the desk, watched the increasing popularity of topics on the computer screen, grinning from ear to ear.

Thanks to the successful launch of the life support unit, the news of NASA has swept the headlines of major media, and many people have a feeling of returning to that passionate era, the era when the Stars and Stripes were invincible.

Under the influence of such a public opinion environment, all reports about the Ares project are enthusiastically sought after by people.

There is no need to create too much atmosphere at all, just a little bit of simple artistic processing of things, coupled with a shocking headline, even the entire newspaper will be sold out quickly.

Since entering the Internet age, it is the first time that the sales volume of The New York Times has increased by more than 20% for two consecutive months. And at least half of the credit for all this is inseparable from his department.

Thinking of the skyrocketing KPI data, he couldn't help but feel fascinated for a while.

Maybe in two months, he'll have to change offices.

At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and Camille, a reporter from the editorial department of the current affairs panel, stepped on high-heeled shoes and walked in quickly.

This time, he didn't blame her for not knocking on the door. Duke, who was overjoyed, felt that everything was so pleasing to the eye. He played with the cap of the pen in his hand, looked at Camille who walked in and said kindly.

"What's the matter? Or is there any big news?"

Camille spoke hurriedly.

"Big news, from across the Pacific."

Leaning on the chair, Duke smiled and said, "Lucky guy, let me hear it."

"I think it's better for you to read it yourself." As he said, Camille threw the report in his hand on the desk and looked at the editor-in-chief of Duke with a proud face, "I believe you will definitely be attracted by this Shocked by the good news!"

Duke raised his eyebrows, sat up straight from his chair, and picked up the report with great interest.

However, when he just saw the title, his eyes were glued to the paper and he couldn't move it away.

Line by line quickly read the report to the end, Duke's index finger kept rubbing against the paper, a look of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but swear in a low voice.

"Jesus-Christ!"

It's unbelievable!

Putting the report on the table with a snap, Duke stood up with his hands on the table, staring at Camille with piercing eyes, and said excitedly.

"The Moon Palace has serious design flaws, and the efficiency of the heat dissipation system is found to be substandard after the wiring of the loop heat pipe is completed... Huaguo's moon landing plan may be severely setback... Is this news true?"

Camille smiled and said slowly.

"Do you still remember the informant I told you about in Huaguo last time? There is also the news about Huaguo's plan to build a space station in lunar orbit."

Upon hearing this sentence, Duke's expression was slightly moved, and his tone was uncontrollably tinged with excitement.

"From the same source?"

Camille didn't speak, just nodded with a smile.

Seeing that his guess was confirmed by her, Duke's expression instantly became exciting.

The last time the news that Huaguo planned to build a space station on the moon, the "New York Times" reported it even faster than Huaguo's central media. And the reason why the manuscript can be released so quickly is that Camille's informant can be said to have contributed a lot.

Even now, Duke still remembers how gratifying the amount of topics the New York Times report generated on Twitter last time, and clearly remembers that the company's boss praised him greatly at the meeting.

At that time, they used a mocking tone to give the hat of "overreaching" to their opponents. Now if it breaks out that the design of the Moon Palace has failed and the launch plan has been postponed, it will just echo their previous article from beginning to end.

God bless America!

Oh no, God bless The New York Times!

Without even waiting for the life support unit to land on the moon, he is confident that the sales of The New York Times in North America will rise to a new height again.

Duke rubbed his hands excitedly, looking at the document on the table, he couldn't move his eyes.

"...It seems that your old friend in Huaguo has a lot of status."

Camille's eyebrows were raised slightly haughtily.

"You don't have to worry about this. It doesn't matter what status he is. What matters is that we have common interests."

Duke is well aware that there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and if he wants to make the cooperation last for a long time, he must meet the needs of the other party while breaking the news.

He often dealt with "a certain White House official who did not want to be named", and he could say that he knew this well when he was young, so he did not hesitate to speak.

"What do they want?"

Camille said in a relaxed tone: "If we want us to make this matter big, it's best to give it a headline."

When Duke heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed and said, "It's easy! I will meet his needs... Or rather, if our informants don't ask for it, I will do it too!"

And what better foil for the success of Project Ares than the failure of the enemy?

Even the Statue of Liberty will be disappointed in him if such news cannot make the headlines.

Although he was happy to see his own news hit the headlines, Camille was slightly dissatisfied with Duke's statement and emphasized a sentence.

"It's my informant."

Duke smiled nonchalantly and said, "Yes, yes, it's your informant, your news... So, how should I reward you? A raise?"

"A separate office, and an assistant, that's what I deserve."

Being able to have your own office instead of working in a lobby can be said to be the professional pursuit of every fledgling journalist, or the dream in his heart.

Because it not only means that you can prevent your colleagues from prying into your secrets, but it is also a symbol of identity and status.

Although Camille is not a fledgling reporter, working in a newspaper such as The New York Times, which has a wide reputation in the world, faces considerable competition.

After listening to Camille's request, Duke frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed it, and said in a pleasant manner.

"It's easy. I will suggest to the boss that your ability is indeed worthy of an assistant and a separate office."

News channels are also a part of a reporter's professional ability, which not only reflects the professional ability, but also tests a person's communication ability.

After simple weighing, he made this decision easily.

A reporter with a special source is worth the company's necessary costs to retain.

Camille's lips evoked a smile that got his wish.

"Then I would like to say thank you in advance."

Duke said kindly.

"You're welcome, do you have time in the evening? I know a nice restaurant."

"Unfortunately, I have other plans for the evening."

After that, Camille turned around chicly, stepped on a gust of fragrant wind and walked out of the office.

Seeing the back of Camille leaving, Duke pouted, and reached out to pick up the press release on the table.

"Anderson, come to the company immediately."

After a while, there was a soft complaint from the other end of the phone.

"But Boss, I'm on vacation."

"Your vacation is over, and I will replenish you in two weeks. Before the evening, I will see an edited press release about the major flaws in the design of the core module of the Moon Palace and the postponement of the Huaguo Lunar Orbital Space Station plan." It is not ruled out that other newspapers have also heard the news, we must be ahead of everyone, if the situation is optimistic, it will be on the headlines tomorrow!"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of violent noises came from the other end of the phone, as if something had been knocked to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Anderson's excited voice came from the phone receiver.

"What? Wait, Hua Guoqiu's space station plan has been postponed? When did it happen? Is the news reliable? I'll come to the company now!"

Too lazy to repeat what Camille said, Duke dragged the attachment that Camille had just sent to his mailbox, and dragged it to the icon of Anderson's mailbox.

"Relevant things have been sent to your mailbox, you can take a look at it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Duke hung up the phone and leaned comfortably on the office chair.

Everything went so smoothly.

If it wasn't for the sake of saving the mellow taste for the last one, he couldn't even resist opening the bottle of champagne in his refrigerator that had been preserved for a long time.

To be honest, he was a little impatient...