The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 320 Major Events (2)
Subtitle of this chapter: Le Monde, the newspaper that set the world on fire
Why are there so many people on Piccadilly?
Because the London police faithfully carried out their director's instructions and blocked all the hostages released from the embassy on this road.
Ordinary people would be a little scared when they saw the police, but even if they were dissatisfied, they would still do as they were told.
But are the guests who can attend this high-level diplomatic reception ordinary people?
The vast majority of these hostages are people of status.
"You're just a little police officer. Do you know who I am?!"
Police Constable is referred to as PC. They are the lowest-ranking police officers.
"Sergeant, I'm not going to talk to you anymore. Where's your superior? I want to talk to him!"
Anyone who has watched Hong Kong movies knows that Patrol Sergeant is Sergeant.
"Mr. Inspector, you won't let me go? I'm going to 10 Downing Street to report the situation here to the Prime Minister!"
Inspector is the third-to-last rank, with Chief Inspector, Superintendent, and Chief Superintendent above them. These are essentially the lower ranks of the police force.
The Commander, Deputy Assistant Commissioner, Deputy Commissioner and Commissioner form the Association of Chief Police Officers (ACPO). They are the real senior police officers.
To be fair, by the standards of 1921, the British police's response speed was not slow.
In less than thirty minutes after receiving the report, they had surrounded the Japanese Embassy in the UK.
If they hadn't controlled the traffic, our Master Yuan wouldn't have been able to take the two chickens out even if he caught them.
It was just that the director issued the order too quickly, so the guests got into an argument with the police who blocked the road.
At this time, Sir Holwood, the first scapegoat of the British Empire in 1921, came here.
Then he was stunned: "You have good news. No one has died so far. This is good news..."
"WHA T THE FXCK! This is not good news, these CHINKs didn't kill anyone but stormed into the embassy!"
"They call themselves the Hibiscus Legion? What the hell is that?"
"What did you say? Say it again!"
When the Director General learned that the Hibiscus Corps had kidnapped two crown princes, two cabinet ministers, and several foreign envoys, if he wasn't in good health, or had some cardiovascular disease, he would have probably fainted, perhaps even died... No, he died in the line of duty.
Perhaps for him, fainting or even dying in the line of duty at this moment would be a blessing.
Since he was not sick and would not die, as the head of London's police force, he had no choice but to take over the command responsibility.
At this point, Sir Holwood, who had spent his entire life in the system, had realized that his ending would not be good. So the first thing he thought of was...
"Hurry up and find me a phone. I need to inform the Prime Minister..."
“Snap, snap, snap…”
Just when he was about to ask the respected Prime Minister Lloyd to take some of the blame for him, he saw the strong light of a spotlight flashing not far away.
"What's going on? Where did these reporters come from? How did they get the news so quickly?"
He saw others, and others saw him.
The two reporters immediately rushed over and asked loudly: "Sir Holwood, we are reporters from Le Monde..."
"Wait a minute, which newspaper are you reporters from?"
"We are reporters from Le Monde. Le Monde, founded by Mr. Pulitzer."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Pulitzer is...are you American journalists?"
"Yes, yes. We are the reporters of Le Monde stationed in England. We came here as soon as we got the news."
"Wait a moment, where get this information?"
"Our editor's daughter, Miss Emma Pulitzer, is inside the Legation. She called us."
The High Priestess hadn't been idle these past few days. Using her father's name, she summoned all of Le Monde's reporters from across the UK to London. These two were merely on-site reporters.
This is human preparation.
She also bought the most advanced photographic equipment at the time and rented a high-powered transmitter so that she could communicate directly with the New York World headquarters.
At this time, major newspapers and some large companies in need all had their own telegraph rooms.
This is the material preparation.
Now that the first phase of "Operation Tai Sui" has been successful, she, who remains in the embassy, can use the phone to remotely command the manpower and material resources to report on the 723 incident.
This way they can be one step ahead of the media around the world, and to make it even better, she has first-hand interviews.
The "Priestess" of the SCP Foundation thus took the first step towards becoming a world-renowned female journalist.
And unbeknownst to her, Emma Pulitzer is about to save her family business.
Because in the original timeline, after the Great Depression, Le Monde encountered operational difficulties, and her father was forced to sell Le Monde in 1931.
Because the elder Pulitzer had made a will that stipulated that The World could never be sold, Herbert hired a lawyer and, after a rather arduous legal process, modified his father's will.
The World newspaper has since become obscure and cannot even be compared with the gray lady of the New York Times, not to mention in other countries..
However, on this timeline, the July 23 Incident would change the fate of Le Monde...
4:15 PM ET.
The World Building, New York.
"Bang!"
The editor-in-chief's office was suddenly pushed open, and a staff member rushed in, waving a telegram in his hand and saying, "Mr. Pulitzer, there is an urgent telegram!"
Mr. Herbert Pulitzer was wearing his reading glasses and looking through the proofs of today's evening edition of the World. At four o'clock, most of the evening papers had left the printing press and were ready to be put on the shelves.
Checking proofs is one of the daily tasks of most editors-in-chief.
He was startled by such rude behavior and looked up in dissatisfaction, saying, "What urgent call? Is it that urgent? You didn't even knock on the door..."
"Mr. Pulitzer, it's really urgent!"
"Oh, show it to me..."
The editor-in-chief read the beginning and couldn't help but frown. Emma, is she kidding me?
But he immediately remembered the conversation between father and daughter before they parted.
"Dad, if I send you an urgent telegram, please believe the news. It's all true!"
"My dear daughter, when you go out to travel, just have fun. Don't always think about the news. I don't need a reporter like you. You are so old now, and Louis is a good boy..."
"Oh, don't talk about this for now. Will you promise me?"
"Okay, okay, okay, I promise you, my dear reporter."
He rushed out of the office without even putting on his coat, yelling at his secretary, "Quick, quick, get the car ready for me!"
"Y-yes, Mr. Pulitzer. Where are you going?"
"Where am I going? The printing house, of course!" Herbert continued, "By the way, inform everyone... everyone except those in the telegraph room must go to the printing house now."
"W-Why is this?"
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde rushed to the elevator at a speed that was completely inappropriate for his age. After hearing the question, he turned around and shouted, "Because we are publishing a special edition today..."
"Lots and lots of extra editions!"
