Chapter 641 Rita Skitter is in action

As Christmas approaches, whether it is a wizard society or a Muggle society, there is a strong festive atmosphere everywhere, and the joy on people's faces is about to overflow. Just as the people are preparing to welcome the festival, reporters from the Sun are sitting together for a meeting to discuss the New Year issues.

"Rita," asked a fat man, "How is your manuscript written?"

"It's done," Rita Skit said loudly, taking out a stack of paper from her crocodile bag. "I dug up the absolute blast." She glanced at the others present and said proudly: "There is evidence that the government is planning to cover up the harm caused to the people by mad cow disease!"

"Is that?" said the fat supervisor dryly, taking out his handkerchief and wiping his sweaty forehead, taking Rita's press release. He casually turned over a few pages, looked at it, raised his head and said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, Rita, but your manuscript will not be published."

"Why?" Skit raised his voice, and the pen that was constantly turning in his hand came to an abrupt end.

"No reason. I admit that you are excellent. You won consecutive victories during this period, but..." The man moved his body uneasyly, and the chair made a heavy squeak.

Rita Skitter observed him carefully for a while.

"Oh—" she said in a lengthening tone, "I understand. OK, I quit."

The short and fat man looked at her in surprise, and was surprised. In his impression, this woman had always had a keen sense of smell, like a hunting dog chasing her prey, cruel and vicious. This was a praising statement.

"I thought-"

"Why? I will hold on to it?" Rita Skit curled his lips. "I have confidence in my business capabilities. Even though my efforts in the Mad Bull Disease series have been wasted, I have confidence in finding new material. Unlike others." She glanced at the corner.

On the long desk, several reporters glared at her, but Rita Skit only returned with contemptuous eyes. She had figured out the rules and was now like a fish in water.

Sure enough, the short and fat man praised her very much.

"Great, Rita! I dare say that recruiting you in was the most correct decision I have made. Let me think about what hot news has been recently..." He struck while the iron was hot and was about to arrange a new task for her, "How do you plan to spend Christmas?"

Rita Skitter thought for a while and said, "I should have a few days off." She planned to go to the Ministry of Magic to find Amelia Bones to fight miserables. The past few months have made her very tired. She has to work on the Sun and participate in the Prophet Daily. Obviously, she has not planned to give up on both sides - she is just making up anyway.

The second floor of the apartment she rented in Muggle Society has a small window that is always open, making it convenient for owls to enter and exit at night.

The short and fat man blinked, "Since that's the case--"

"How about handing me over the news of the princess' divorce?" Rita Skitt recommended himself, "I can definitely find out more eye-catching inside information." After working together for several months, letting the man know that when she said 'investigation', it actually refers to 'making'.

The man was quite moved.

"No!" a blonde with delicate makeup said angrily: "I have always been responsible for this matter and can't give up halfway."

"Oh, Melissa." Skit looked at her with contempt, "It's not a good result for so long, maybe it means you are not suitable for this job." The 'Melissa' stared at her in anger, grinding her teeth, as if she wanted to swallow her whole body and tear her apart.

The short and fat supervisor thought about it. Although Melissa was not as efficient as Rita Skit, she was also a capable player under his command and could not completely turn to one side. He neither wanted the two to have a good relationship nor wanted the conflict to become irreconcilable and affect his work.

"So it, Rita," he finally made a decision: "You go and follow up on the gun bill."

Rita Skitter's eyes lit up.

But she didn't rush to agree, but instead asked calmly: "How much can I report?"

"Whatever you do." said the short and fat man: "This matter is basically risky now. The introduction of the new gun management bill has become a foregone conclusion. After all, the gun ban campaign initiated by the families of the victims of the shooting at the beginning of the year has far-reaching impact. Although it has been a little calm recently... I received the information and it may have been the result in the past one or two years."

"Wait, we can get a piece of the pie." Rita Skit said immediately, sucking the pen in his hand like a quill, and inspiration burst out, "We can make continuous reports around this event."

A sneer came from the office.

"Sorry?" Skit asked coldly.

Melissa showed a sarcastic smile and stroked her hair first. Until she felt everyone's eyes gathered on her, she said slowly: "Do you need me to remind everyone? Nine months have passed since the campus shooting, and various news media have discussed it from all angles. It is not worth wasting the precious pages of Christmas."

The middle-aged supervisor looked hesitant, and he turned to look at Skit.

Rita Skit threw the pen on the table, hugged his arms, and his long, dazzling green nails were very conspicuous. "So some people are only worthy of investigating low-level news about extramarital affairs, but they have not gained much until now. Use your brain, and now it is an opportunity! The government prepares for a new bill, and the people are busy with the New Year. Although they have not investigated it, I dare to assert that there will not be too many people paying attention to the ban on pistol movement in the next one or two months..."

"If at this time, if we could launch a series of exclusive reports during Christmas, linking peace with massacre, New Year with shootings, and exaggerating... and re-selling the popularity, it would be best to maintain it until the new bill was introduced, and by then we can fully claim that the implementation of the new bill is inseparable from our efforts."

She sneered at Melissa and looked at the man.

"Why choose Christmas? Because our differences can only be highlighted when other newspapers are busy reporting on Christmas and New Year's grand occasions. This is differentiation. It allows readers to find us at a glance!" She leaned over and stared at the thirsty middle-aged man, "What do you think, Mr. Editor-in-Chief?"

The editor-in-chief swallowed and said with a stern face: "We are just an entertainment newspaper. If the subject matter is too serious-"

"You can feel assured that I will use a brand new narrative technique." Rita Skitter retracted his body and said confidently: "And I have my own opinions on 'entertainment'-"

She said sweetly: "The most important thing about a newspaper is sales. In addition, the subject matter is not important, the form is not important, the content is not important, and even the truth is not important-" She raised her eyebrows and showed a tacit smile.

A burst of applause came from the door. A woman with a serious face walked in and no one noticed how much she had heard before.

"You're Rita Skit? This name is so popular now that I almost heard calluses in my ears."

"You are?" Skit asked quietly, she smelled the faint smell of mint smoke, which she had only smelled at the door of that office, which was always closed and never opened once.

The short and fat supervisor winked at her and gestured. The woman did not answer, but looked at Skitt up and down, "I have not been in the company for the past few months, but I have not missed your article for a whole issue, mocking the government in a mess - but who makes readers love to read this?"

Rita Skitter said in a flattering tone: "So are you going to give me a promotion?"

The short and fat supervisor widened his eyes from behind, which was a shameful betrayal. But Skit was about to climb onto the high branch. She stared at the woman who suddenly appeared. The woman laughed heartily, "Why not?" She looked at Rita Skit coldly. "My time is limited, so there is only one interview question. If I want to increase the sales of newspapers by another 20,000 copies, what advice do you have?"

Skitter clenched his fists, "improve the difference in newspapers."

"Differentiality? Talk about it specifically."

"In fact, we are already ahead, like the third edition girl... but it's not enough. We have to distinguish ourselves from other newspapers in every way - even if it's a mistake, we have to do this one. Sometimes we can even deliberately sing the opposite tune with readers, of course... only real experts can control the subtle differences."

The woman narrowed her eyes and asked with interest: "Do you think you are that expert?"

"No doubt," Skit said shamelessly.

A moment of silence. The woman nodded at her, "You will be one of the deputy editors in the future."

Rita Skit, who had just been promoted, returned to his office in a blazing manner and ordered two assistants to say: "Come all the news about the shooting of Dunbran School this year, now! Including the list of victims, the concepts and demands of the ban on guns, the government's statement on this matter, the list of government drafters of the gun bill, and rumors about catching up on the wind and shadows... I want them all! And - buy me a local ticket to Scotland."

Two days later, Rita Skitter rushed to the town where the shooting occurred and personally convinced the families of several victims to be interviewed.

The conditions she offered were very favorable - The Sun's sales were not low, enough to cause trouble, and she also promised to release consecutive reports to help them put pressure on the government, and the families agreed without thinking much.

They also used their relationship to make Rita Skitter appear on the campus where the shooting occurred.

Rita Skitter casually interviewed several teachers and conceived a spicy report of no less than 10,000 words in her mind, but she was still not satisfied. She wanted to find a tricky angle that was both shocking and not too inconsistent in the New Year.

As she walked, her scattered eyes stared at the students. She thought of a good idea.

"Hey, little guy." She said hello to a boy in a friendly manner, "What's your name?"

"Andy, Andy Murray." said the little boy she was targeting, looking only eight or nine years old.

"Oh, Andy, Andy," she repeated twice, took out her press card and shook it in front of him, and asked arrogantly: "Can you interview you alone?"

"I still have to play tennis," said Andy Murray.

"It just so happened that I came for this." Rita Skitter lied, glanced at the tennis bag on the boy's shoulder quickly, and smiled: "I've talked to your teacher, and she told me you are very talented."

"It's 'him'." The boy corrected.

"What?"

"My physical education teacher is 'him'." The boy stressed, then looked at her with suspicious eyes.

"I may have remembered it wrong." Rita Skitter said sorry, although there was no trace of shame on her face, "Then - let's talk about waqiu, tennis, my god, this word is really a twist."

The little boy stared at her, feeling dissatisfied with the woman who suddenly appeared and desecrated tennis.

"Oh, don't do that, I just said a wrong word. Do you know how much information I read before coming?" She pointed to her thick glasses. "When did you start to get into tennis?"

"...three years old." The little boy said.

Rita Skit was a little surprised. "So I caught a little genius?" She laughed, "I should put you on my observation list and interview you again in a few years. What title should I get? The birth of a genius... or the fall of a genius? It's really exciting."

The little boy left angrily, but Skit grabbed his wrist tightly. During the time of argument, the teacher in the school appeared.

"What are you doing! Who are you? Oh, Ms. Skit—" The female teacher was very surprised.

"It's me," Skit let go and said in an understatement: "I met Andy while I was wandering around on campus, but he was in a hurry to play in the gym...a little misunderstanding happened."

The female teacher looked at her, then at the little boy rubbing his wrists, and his attitude became cold, "I think this may not be the reason. Andy... Andy probably won't want to go to the gym."

"Why do you say that?" Skit was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what was wrong, but soon thought of the key to the problem. "Because that shooting happened in the gym?" She stared at Andy with wide eyes and said in disbelief: "He is one of the witnesses?"

"Yes," said the female teacher coldly: "Since then Andy usually only went to the playground to play ball, and the school was preparing to build a new fitness center."

Rita Skitter secretly told the mistake.

"I-" she opened her mouth, trying to remedy.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Skit, please leave here, otherwise I will call the security guard." The female teacher said tough.

Rita Skit's face turned pale and he reached into the crocodile bag several times, but she gave up taking out the wand. Because she was hired by the Ministry of Magic, her wand was re-used, and any magic she used in a year would be known by the woman sitting in the minister's office.

hateful.

"Well, I feel sorry," she said shrugging and turned away.

On the way out of school, Skit was thinking about various ideas. The information he received was almost the same, and today was just an extra gain. But she always felt that what was the shortcomings? She looked back and saw the female teacher squatting down and comforting the little boy softly, but the little boy looked stubborn.

Tennis, little boy...she thought of it.

"You're lucky." Rita Skitter said coldly in her heart. She took the train for more than ten hours and returned to the Sun's station. Not long after, she wrote a press release in one go.

"...After nine months, my new friend Andy still couldn't get out of the shadow of fear. He cried in front of me, confessing that he was heartbroken by the loss of his playmates. He also revealed that they had agreed to play tennis together and become eternal friends and opponents, but all of this turned into a bubble. His parents could not even deceive him with a kind lie, because Andy was the witness of the tragedy, and he witnessed the companion he had made with him for the rest of his life falling in front of him..."

"I know someone would mention the 1987 Hungerford shooting, and yes, the government responded quickly, announcing a ban on semi-automatic rifles the following year and imposing restrictions on ownership of pistols, but that's not enough!"

"In the past nine years, the tragedy has come back, and this is even worse. Because 16 of the 17 victims are children, do we really want to turn a blind eye? The murderer held four pistols that the government had issued and distributed permissions during the crime, which means there are still huge loopholes in our gun management. I beg the government officials who are busy planning vacations or preparing for the New Year parade to give them their energy to the victims and their families, who should have celebrated the New Year like you. But their lives have stopped forever in March 1996."

"...We can only make the right choice if we show greater determination and courage and responsibility... With the encouragement of the reporter, Andy Little has been cheered up again. He said that he will never give up tennis. Gentlemen and ladies, a great star is rising, and his future is bright and has infinite possibilities. But please don't forget that if we continue to remain indifferent, Andy Little Little will be threatened by guns in the days and nights of the future..."

In the office, it had been quiet for a while, and a lady's cigarette was burning quietly.

"How is it?" Rita Skitter asked with his eyes narrowed.

The woman with a serious face tore off a piece of paper and wrote it quickly. After a moment, she pushed the note and press release in front of Skit. Then she took a deep breath of the cigarette and spit out a mint-smelling smoke ring.

“Your new office is ready.”

I saw some readers have questions, so I would like to explain it:

1. The content of this chapter is briefly summarized as Rita Skit's history of superiority. Because her status in the newspaper will play a key role in the subsequent plot, she used a chapter to describe it (when I wrote it, I didn't expect that this plot could be written for nearly 5,000 words);
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