The title of the previous chapter was wrong; it should've been Chapter 441. This one is indeed Chapter 442~~
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"Mr. Jack, take a look at this." Nikki raised her head and handed the photos in her hand to Editor-in-Chief Jack, saying, "I think this set of photos has a lot of potential. Aren't you struggling with the cover for the next issue?"
"Nikki, do your job properly. You're a secretary, not an editor. You don't need to worry about the magazine's content."
Although Jack said this, out of professional habit, he still took the photo for a glance.
As his gaze fell upon the photos, Jack's reaction echoed Nikki's from earlier, a clear spark of surprise lighting up his eyes, instantly captivated by the content of the photos.
"Hmm? Where did you get these photos from?" Jack didn't wait for Nikki to reply and continued to murmur to himself while staring at the photo: "Judging by the background and so details, this should be the East... Japan? Oh no no, it must be Huaxia..."
Nikki didn't speak, with an 'I knew I would be praised like this' expression, she handed Jack his coffee.
Jack waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it at the mont, sat down on the couch, and continued to talk to himself while staring at the photo: "Clearly, what this set of photos represents is peace and friendship. The gorilla, for so reason, stopped its attack... Hmm, Nikki, you're lucky, we can look for the photographer and the location of the incident to recreate the story. It might make for an excellent subject..."
Nikki had been continuously ignored. She shrugged, took a sip of the coffee herself. This group of arrogant white people always acted so self-righteous, utterly ignoring the achievents of black people and attributing them to re luck instead.
Just then, the door to the lounge was forcefully pushed open from the outside, and a young white male editor with golden curls and wearing glasses stord in, exclaiming, "Oh, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, you're here!"
"What's the matter?" Jack, who was viewing the photos, looked up with so annoyance at being interrupted, his eyebrows knitted as he looked at the young editor.
"The headquarters of Charlie Weekly in Paris have suffered a vicious terrorist attack, with the announced death toll reaching 12 people. The Al-Qaeda Organization has claid responsibility!" The curly-haired editor blurted out this sentence almost without pausing.
"What, a terrorist attack! Paris! Charlie Weekly!"
Jack slamd his fist down and sprang to his feet from the couch. This was sensational photo material that had dropped from the sky. Each of these keywords was enough to support the cover of a magazine issue on its own let alone together.
"This is great!"
Jack let out an involuntary shout before imdiately realizing the inappropriateness of his words. He coughed and said sternly, "Nikki, book a plane ticket right now, the sooner the better. I'll go to Paris personally!"
"Yes, sir." Nikki nodded. "And... what about this set of photos?"
Jack glanced at the photos of the wild boar and the gorilla in his hand, handed them to Nikki: "Keep them with you for now. We'll talk about them another ti." Having said that, he strode out of the lounge, while saying to the curly-haired editor following him, "You're coming with ..."
Nikki shrugged, slipped the photos into the pocket of her blazer, and also left the lounge.
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The terrorist attack in Paris was quickly reported in Huaxia, and although it stirred so sighs of lant, it did not cause any significant upheaval. After all, being miles apart, the people of Huaxia had virtually no prior knowledge of Charlie Hebdo.
Had it not been for this terrorist attack, practically no one would have known about this magazine that specialized in sharp and daring religious and political satire. After watching the news reports, many also felt that Charlie Hebdo had brought it upon themselves. They were fine as they were, so why mock the Al-Qaeda organization, let alone specifically mock their faith?
Religious fanatics are madn, mocking their faith is worse than raping their mothers. Of course, the latter is also extrely abhorrent.
In summary, this terrorist attack did not cause much of a stir dostically; it was rely idle chitchat after als. In dealing with terrorist organizations, the Huaxia governnt actually has its thods. No matter how they appear outwardly, the reality is that terrorist organizations which plague the whole world have not caused any harm to civilians on Huaxia's holand soil. Therefore, the people of Huaxia generally did not take the threat of terrorists seriously. Whatever ISIS or Al-Qaeda dare to co to Huaxia, the urban managent troops would annihilate them in minutes...
Yangchuan City's attention had been completely captured by the third mock battle event.
The battle between the alligator turtle and the king python, following the plan, was going to recreate an ancient legend about Xuanwu. If nothing went wrong, the king python and the alligator turtle were expected to end the show by rging together; from then on, they were to live happily together, never to be separated, inseparable even if they wanted to...
This competition had not yet taken place, but the mock battle event had already made a na for itself through the first two matches. Even Jiao Shou, living in the capital, had heard about it and made a special phone call to congratulate them.
Making the call was just a pretext; at the end of the call, Jiao Shou 'casually' ntioned another matter, asking if there was any interest in making a film.
This balding middle-aged sleazy man's dream of making a film had never ceased. Seeing that he was about to beco a free agent at the end of the year once the contract with his previous investor expired.
Suming could understand Jiao Shou's thoughts and considered him a friend. If Jiao Shou needed money, lending him a few hundred thousand could be discussed, but he was not going to disrupt his own plans and rashly make a film just because of what Jiao Shou said.
It was still the sa old saying from before: making films now was not yet the right ti.
However, all the attractions in the zoo were nearly complete, and the venue for the mock battle event was already in place. If Jiao Shou wanted, he could co to film or shoot a small program there.
Jiao Shou's final tone could not hide his disappointnt as he told Suming repeatedly to contact him anyti if he was willing.
The third bout finally kicked off. The battle between the alligator turtle and the king python was a marsh fight, taking place on the shallows of Shuijun Lake. After the battle, the shallows were in a state of chaos, with countless cracks whipped out by the body of the king python, it looked like a shattered world of desolation after a catastrophic primordial war.
This round of spectators included a group of professional and semi-professional photography enthusiasts who had obtained permission from the zoo to set up their long and short lenses around the competition area and captured every mont of the contest.
When the third mock battle concluded, a trend of cultural revival swept the Yangchuan City forum.
The mock battle events in the zoo had followed a retro style throughout the previous matches, and the zoo itself goes without saying. The architectural designs of the park, such as Whisperwind Pavilion, Mingqing Residence, Whisperwind Pavilion, and many other buildings, were all antique reproductions. The Ancient Moon Xian Residence under construction on the back mountain and the ancient tomb, needless to say, were not yet completed. The Larno Temple Hot Springs was straight out of a tale from "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"...
"Director, didn't you say last ti that to be rated as a 4A or 5A scenic spot, we need to have cultural characteristics? Isn't this the ready-made cultural characteristic?" Mrs. Tong asked.
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