Rain clouds came faster than expected.

Thunder suddenly sounded, as if a huge statue had been smashed above heaven.

Accumulated rain clouds spread out, and the lake reflects the rain clouds, which has a breathtaking beauty of heaven and earth hanging upside down.

The wind blows across the lake, everything seems to be quieter, and everything seems to be noisier.

Before the raindrops fell, the children started screaming and running, each trying to hide from the rain.

But Xiao En and his party just set up a canopy made of army green canvas in a leisurely manner—Moonlight was quite well prepared.

Crackling, raindrops came suddenly.

The originally calm surface of the lake was played with countless ripples, the raindrops hit the canvas canopy, and a nice crisp sound came from above.

The ground is gradually being soaked with rainwater. Unable to lie on the carpet anymore, they took out folding stools and camp beds, sat down, and began to enjoy different comforts...

Amidst the spring thunder and the torrential rain, Sean was still flipping through the book brought by the moonlight.

The name of that book is "Father and Son". It is a comic work by an Austrian painter. Each picture depicts a funny story between a father and son...

"That's it!" Sean said excitedly.

"Which one is it?" Moonlight, who had been robbed of the comic book, asked a little depressed.

"What the evening paper needs, interesting stuff!"

"Cartoon?" the pianist asked a little surprised.

Sean closed the book and nodded again and again: "I have always felt that the illustrations and black and white photos used as adjustments are too rigid. If you can invite a cartoonist to publish some interesting satirical or humorous cartoons in the newspaper, it will be of great help to you. Evening papers bring more relaxed vibes…”

Attracted by what Sean said, Alia Dickinson pulled the folding stool and sat next to Sean: "It sounds like a good idea."

Aaliyah is obviously also interested in what Sean said: "I happen to know a pen pal, and he always writes with some interesting cartoons in his letters. I can ask him for a draft..."

Amidst the sound of rain, they began to chat about finding a cartoonist.

The cool spring rain fell into the soil, bringing a fragrance unique to early spring.

Listen carefully, the lake surface is constantly played by raindrops, like a crisp and dense drumbeat.

The birds stopped singing, they hid in the woods, replaced by three or two frogs.

People come to the lake today to enjoy the sunny weather, so when the weather is not beautiful, they all leave angrily.

Sean was the only one left by the lake.

For them, whether it is sunny, windy or raining, it is a good time.

Ivan put down the book at hand, quietly listening to the sound of rain between the sky and the earth, looking at the big lake blurred by countless ripples, breathing deep and long, as if he was having a dream about early spring.

The spring rain comes and goes quickly, the clouds are thick and comfortable, the rich cumulonimbus clouds are pushed by the wind, and the thin clouds are scattered high and low, revealing the blue sky and sunshine again.

The lake surface and the grassland are reflected to reveal the boundary between bright and dark, and the celestial phenomena are reflected on the ground.

After drinking a full meal of rainwater, Chunni can nourish all things better, as if he can hear the sound of grasses growing hard from now on.

They sat for a long time, and when the sun set, they left with a bit of reluctance.

·

"Lighthouse Evening News" seems to have a certain kind of vitality, and under Sean's intentions, it continues to become richer...

Through friends in the publishing industry, Sean successfully found two cartoonists he favored, and together with the one recommended by Aaliyah, he was able to publish more than three comics in the leisure section of each issue.

After arranging the two "little tricks" of "horror serial" and "caricature", Sean thought that the current "Evening Post" was quite attractive—it was time to start the advertising campaign.

With the income of 6,000 New Zealand dollars brought by the growth of subscribers in the previous year, plus the 6,000 New Zealand dollars that Sean borrowed from the Wall Street Bank, using the funds that are not too abundant for advertising, Sean bought the whole city. Advertisements on bus carriages, huge billboards at Guanjian intersection, seven-day advertising time.

Twelve thousand New Zealand dollars poured out, like Capone's killers emptying three hundred-round drums on a Ford sedan without leaving any room...

·

Steve Ryan, former editor of the Evening Beacon newspaper, had just moved.

In order to work more conveniently at The Sun, he moved his family to the east of the city. The wife complained about the move, and the children couldn't understand it—all of which he endured in silence.

Things didn't go well for her job at The Sun.

That Williams, who had promised to let himself be the editor of the new page, did not expect to change his mind temporarily. After the newspaper reported it, he was only asked to write a 1,000-word column...

Although he was very angry, but in order to make a living, he had to accept this job. He crowded in the public office with people who were more than 20 years younger than him, and he no longer had the prestige of the independent kingdom.

A while ago, I was even more confused... Ryan drove his broken Ford out of the garage at home, thinking about all kinds of things that happened recently in his gloomy heart...

Frequent tricks. The newspaper that wrote a comment attacking that **** hillbilly did not expect more people to lock up that guy's ridiculous "reform"!

Fortunately, I found out that the momentum was not right, I contacted a few old friends, and ignored that foreigner who didn't know how to respect the old and respect the virtuous...

Just let him fend for himself.

As long as you don't pay attention to that brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, he and his broken newspaper will definitely become more and more...

Um?

Steve Ryan just saw a passing bus with something written on it.

Immediately afterwards, another bus passed by, and he quickly looked over...

It was a color illustration.

A well-dressed gentleman is sitting on a comfortable single sofa, enjoying red wine and cigars after dinner, holding a copy of "Lighthouse Evening News" and reading it seriously.

"Evening Beacon, New Testament for a Day." The ad was typewritten next to it in red,

Steve steered the steering wheel, a little distracted.

Even though he hated Sean, he had to admit that the ad was simple and straightforward.

It clearly promotes a lifestyle in which the after-dinner Evening Beacon is a must…

Are they advertising?

Steve opened his mouth slightly in disbelief.

Then, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: their benefits are definitely not good, and it is impossible to afford large-scale advertisements. For sure, they are only advertised on the buses of this line...

I just happened to see it.

Well, it must be so...

But ~lightnovelpub.net~ his self-consolation didn't last long.

As he drove into town, he soon discovered that almost every bus carried an ad for the Evening Beacon.

How can it be? Steve frowned, looking at the advertisements of "One Day's New Testament" in different forms on every bus, with a look of bewilderment...

How could he...? !

Soon, he figured out what was going on—this rich second generation from Leon started wasting the family's money again!

Steve Ryan patted the steering wheel happily: That must be the case!

The benefits of newspapers are not good, so he started to take risks!

The doubts were finally answered satisfactorily, so he could finally drive through the streets surrounded by the advertisements of the "Lighthouse Evening News" with peace of mind...

Burn it, keep burning money... Ryan thought bitterly, the more you invest, the more you lose, Mr. Dickinson!