C308 Newspaper Fermentation After Drinking Party

War had never been an easy task, especially war between the states. For example, the war between the Austria and Prussia would take at least ten years to prepare for.

Recruit, make equipment, train, adapt to equipment... There was no need to talk about military preparations. Just looking at the conflicts on the diplomatic and intelligence fronts was enough to make one dazzle.

Strategic, tactical, diplomatic, military feints... These East Asian learners were even more stunned by the alliance between nations, the rebellion, and the myriad agreements that took place openly and privately.

Of course, the so-called beginners referred to Xiao Hexin's group of officials. Earlier, Bismark considered Xiao Letian as one of the beginners, but when the secret plan that Xiao Letian had formulated was started, Bismark was shocked, and even broke a few of his beard. He felt extremely pained.

The start of the plan was on the third day after the reception, starting with the British Thames. A topic written by Leo began to appear before the readers. This report caused everyone's eyes to light up. The daily newspaper sales had increased by 30%.

Tavern, coffee shop, restaurant, square, garden... Wherever there was a crowd, there were people who stopped to read the newspapers.

From the start of the story, which was written by the envoy of the Austria, Viscount Ah Lan's rudeness and offense, it turned out to be a story of a love story written by Xiao Letian, the Eastern Prime Minister, that was as tragic and beautiful as a legend.

"My God, my God... Such a serious newspaper like the Thames would actually publish a whole page for the marriage of an Asian politician? "

"How can this be? Austria was the center of European aristocracy, how could they send out such a high-level diplomat? "This is truly shameful …"

"Oh oh oh, so unexpected, a disciple of Protestantism actually has two wives? This is too much... "Old Jack, come over quickly and take a look at today's topic …"

All the European gentlemen and ladies were swept into the whirlwind of the East. In this entire tide, most men were more rational. They still held a very high attitude towards Xiao Letian, but all the women in Europe were crazy.

Lei Ao was truly worthy of being called a gold pen holder. Under his words, Xiao Letian became a sentimental man, like a typical prince charming. He was a man who was toyed with by fate and had no choice but to choose his two wives.

Hu Niu and Fu Hui had already been sculpted into a perfect Eastern woman. One was a love that came from a poor and lowly background, fighting together with Xiao Letian on a battlefield where danger lurked in all directions. The other one was a pitiful princess who had failed three times in her marriages, despite bravely pursuing true love.

The difference in status between the two was too great. However, the more they acted like this, the more dramatic it became. This was truly a good drama to be able to wallow in the tears of women.

"The helpless Xiao Letian, the sorrowful Xiao Letian, before the teachings of the Lord, he had to make a decision. The moment he returned to Qing Nation, it was the end of a period of love, and also the end of a pitiful woman. I wonder if we in Europe can give him an answer. "

With Lei Ao's infamy, he actually directly kicked this ball in front of all the readers, and openly asked a question to all the citizens of Europe. Didn't you guys blame Xiao Letian? Now that the choice is given to you, which one of you say you should divorce?

Man, this question was quite shocking. The men could still hold it in, but these women had all gone crazy. All the discussions in the gathering were about this difficult choice of topic.

"He should have chosen Hu Niu. Although this woman has established a relationship of life and death with the Mr. Xiao on the battlefield, his status is too low. As a merchant's daughter, she should have retreated after knowing the difficulties …"

"No, no, you're wrong. The one who should give up the most is Fu Hui. Although she is an Eastern Princess, she failed to get married three times. Although it's not a divorce, but it's still not something that the teachings can tolerate …"

"If you're wrong, Hu Niu should give up … No no no, Fu Hui should give up … Hu Niu... Fu Hui... Hu Niu... Fu Hui... "

The women were bickering like ducks. Perhaps the man from the other group would mutter, "If only I could marry both of them …"

However, before a man could finish his sentence, the women would collectively attack him. "Dream on!" Did you always have that in mind? "Wuu, God, you want to punish him? This man's heart is too shameless …"

Such quarrels were repeated throughout Europe and even in the United States. The conflicted women had no choice; they felt that abandoning any one of them was a sin.

Xiao Letian was well versed in media psychology, he knew that the majority of the citizens had three minutes of hot air. This kind of debate would reach a climax in three days, and then, it would enter a period of decline.

Sure enough, three days later, the most influential newspaper in Europe, the Thames, carried an explosive piece of news. The conflict at the hamburger's royal ball was not just a matter of a wife, even Viscount Ah Lan threw out a piece of news that shocked everyone, and that was Xiao Letian's harem.

Everyone was stunned, even France and the Austria did not expect that when their side did not take the initiative to report this scandal, Xiao Letian would actually smear him?

Yes, after the party ended, the Governments of France and the Austria had already controlled the local media, strictly preventing them from reporting about the shameful state of Viscount Ah Lan at the party. This trash was too disgraceful, to think that she could not even deal with a Barbarian from the east.

Of course, they did not believe that the Prussians would reveal such a scandal on their own accord. After all, the whole thing had an impact on Xiao Letian's prestige.

But no one could have thought that Xiao Letian and Prussia would be so crazy as to take the initiative to decrypt the truth about the conflict at the royal ball.

In an instant, the entire European public opinion circle was in an uproar. While people were condemning Viscount Ah Lan's shamelessness, they were guessing at the mastermind behind his actions.

"It must be France. With the Austria's intelligence capabilities, it's impossible for her to understand China that well... "These guys are too sinister. They actually used such shameless dirty bullets to attack …"

"Does Xiao Letian really have a harem? I always thought that only the Sudan and clan elders in the Middle East would have such enjoyment, but I didn't expect that China was the same. "Heeheehee …"

"This is bound to be a lose-lose situation. Although Viscount Ah Lan and the Austria will lose more prestige, Xiao Letian's reputation will not be any better either. What is he trying to accomplish?"

The crowd broke out into a flurry of discussion. No one knew what kind of medicine Prussia and Xiao Letian were up to, even the French and Austria were dumbfounded.

Stunned though they were, it was clear to everyone that what France and Prussia had done at the party had affected their national image, and even their own people were complaining.

There had always been a lot of opposition in the country. It was impossible for them not to use this opportunity to attack the emperor, the France of this era had been baptized by the revolution, they did not care what the emperor thought.

Just how many precious works of art did Napoleon III smash apart? How many more servants had been scolded or even beaten up? It was not known, but one thing was certain. The whole of Europe was watching the two countries, wanting to see what explanation they would come up with.

Unfortunately, the explanation did not come. Instead, an accident happened.

"The editor of the Figaro newspaper? Why would he write to me? Didn't he have a close relationship with Napoleon III? "Get lost, I'm not interested in his bullshit …"

"Hmm, is this the payment that Thames reported to me? Is there a request for a contract for the next column? Oh god, these Englishman s are finally willing to pay a high salary … "

"Tomorrow, I'll send the latest intelligence to the American Merchant Shipping. Now, New York and Washington must be getting impatient …"

In the dim candlelight, freelance writer Leo was working on his paperwork. He had long since changed his identity, rented a new single-storey apartment, also hired assistants and secretaries. He even rented a carriage for his interviews.

Not only that, Leo's social status continued to rise. Every day, the gatekeeper of the first floor, who was also the owner of the house, would receive dozens of invitations and letters on behalf of Xiao Letian.

It was already late in the night and Leo still had not rested. He had to organize the letters and think hard about the follow-up reports. He had already finished half of the brandy bottle by his side and his eyes were bloodshot.

Outside the window, the light from the gas lamps from the street shone in, casting his shadow against the wall behind him, swaying and swaying. Just as he was writing, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Three gunshots rang out in the quiet street, and the glass window was shattered in an instant.

"Hmm?" Lei was really quick-witted. He subconsciously shrunk his neck before his butt slipped and he sat on the ground. But at this moment, the ground was already filled with glass fragments. His butt just happened to be sitting on it.

"Ah …" At this moment, he wasn't groaning, but screaming in pain. He could already feel the wetness on his buttocks. It must have been blood.

Du du du... The sound of sirens rang out on the street. The place that Lei Ao had rented was considered to be one of the high-end districts of Hamburg. The police here were very strong, and the moment the gunshots rang out, a whole squad of police officers was alerted.

On the long street, a man wearing a peaked cap was crazily running away. Behind him were more than ten police officers madly chasing after him, the ear-piercing sirens and shouts waking countless residents.

"Look, Mr. Leo's house has been splashed with red paint? "Oh God, it's a death threat. They told him to shut up, he has to shut up forever …"

"Terrible. Even the neighborhood we live in isn't safe?"

Just as the neighbors were discussing amongst themselves, a line of police officers ran out of the door filled with cursing words. They carried a stretcher and ran in the direction of the hospital.

"Give way, please give way. Mister Leo is injured …"

"Aiyo!" Ouch … "My butt …" Leo lay on the stretcher, his buttocks sticking out in an exaggerated fashion. Three to four shiny pieces of glass were stuck on the stretcher, the dark red blood incomparably glaring.

Behind Leo was his new assistant, a young man with moist eyes who was using a camera to record the boss's demeanor, and Leo was not idle.

"Take photos, take photos immediately... I know who is trying to harm me, and I'm not afraid of them. I'm going to let all the public opinion in Europe denounce them … "