Bloemfontein, Avenue Monapi, headquarters of the Orange Daily.

The Orange Journal was the only newspaper in southern Africa to be published in the Boer language, so it did not sell much, it only had a market among the Boers, and its influence was limited to Orange, selling about 3,000 copies per issue.

This is not worth mentioning in southern Africa, where the Times, the Nyasaland Daily and the Johannesburg-based Rand Morning Post, which sell more than 100,000 copies a day, all sell around 20,000 copies.

In the morning, Fern Tours, editor-in-chief of the Orange Daily, came to the office at eight o'clock as usual, and the secretary had already made tea for Fern Tours responsibly, and put the Times and the Rand Morning Post on the desk of Fern Tours, two newspapers that Fern Tours had to read every day, to see if there was any material to dig into.

Unlike the Times and the powerful Rand Morning Post, which have branches all over the world, the Orange Daily is small in scale and weak in size, and is seriously underfunded.

The Times is backed by the Times Media Group, the Rand Morning Post is backed by the Johannesburg Mining Alliance, and the Orange Daily has limited funding and Fern Tours has to make a budget-conscious living.

In recent days, Fern Tours has been in a good mood, and after the Orange Journal published the news of Louis Botha's death, sales increased slightly, increasing the daily circulation to about 4,000 copies, although this sales are still not worth mentioning compared to the Times, but it is a big improvement for the Orange Daily News.

The front page of The Times headlined that Louis Botha's body would arrive at Walvis Bay on January 15 and then be flown to Pretoria, where he would be buried on the outskirts of Pretoria in accordance with Louis Botha's will.

The news made Fern Tours uncomfortable, and in Fern Tours' opinion, as a Boer, Louis Botha should have buried his body in Orange.

However, Pretoria was formerly the capital of the Transvaal Republic, and it was not uncommon for Louis Botha to choose Pretoria.

After the arrival of Louis Botha's body in Pretoria, the federal government will hold a state funeral for Louis Botha, and the city of Pretoria has decided to name the street in front of the railway station as Louis Botha Street in honor of his contribution to the city of Pretoria.

During the Second Boer War, it was the then commander-in-chief of the Boer coalition, Louis Botha, who ordered the voluntary abandonment of Pretoria, which saved Pretoria from being completely destroyed by the war.

The front page of the RAND Daily newspaper was the decision of the Johannesburg Mining Union to launch investments in the Kingdom of Madagascar and Mozambique, and to establish a Madagascar company with South African companies, Nyasaland companies and RAND Bank to develop the mineral resources of Madagascar and the Kingdom of Mozambique.

Strictly speaking, this is not news, with the weakening of France, the colonial rule of French Madagascar has collapsed, and now Madagascar, enterprises with similar strength basically have southern African backgrounds, and I don't know how many companies are named after "Madagascar".

In the obscure corner of The Times, a piece of news caught the attention of Fern Tours: the Ministry of Defense had decided to send troops to Freiburg to quell the riots that were taking place in Freyburg.

When he saw the news, Fern Tours felt a little upset.

Freiburg is the last stronghold of the traditional Boers, and if an accident happens in Freiburg, the last stronghold of the traditional Boers will also disappear.

By that time, there will be fewer people using Boolean, and the Orange Journal's sales will be reduced, after all, the Orange Journal's only gimmick will disappear with Freiburg's disappearance.

"Malaki—" Fern Tours opened the door and called the secretary in.

Malaki, dressed in formal attire and in his early twenties, immediately appeared at Fern Tulls' desk.

"Is the interview certificate down?" Fern Tours wanted to go to Freiburg for himself and see what was going on in Freiburg.

Or rather, Fern Tours wanted to see how the Ministry of Defense would quell the "riots" in Freiburg.

The reason for the quotation marks is that Fern-Tours did not think that there was a "riot" in Freiburg at all, and how could a "riot" be described by the courage of free people to speak out.

"Sorry, sir, not yet, the city government does not allow reporters to go to Freburg at this stage." Malaki was a brilliant young man, having just graduated from University College London the year before.

"No interviews? Why did the Times reporter go? "Fern Tours is unhappy that Times reporters are always privileged.

Malaki has nothing to say, what is the volume of the Times, what is the volume of the Orange Daily, the editor-in-chief should have a bit of AC in his heart.

"Prepare a gift for Harold, and I'm going to get a permit to go to Freyburg anyway." Fern Tours is active, and Harold is the official in charge of the media in Bloemfontein.

"Sir, we have no money left in our account, only R150 remaining." Malaki is embarrassed, and the Orange Daily News has a dozen employees the size of the newspaper, 150 rand, and the next month's salary is not enough.

"Hasn't that money arrived at Bernard yet?" Fern Tours is not surprised that in addition to the income from the sale of newspapers, the Orange Daily usually receives some donations, but the amount of donations is very small, unlike the Times, which is in the tens of thousands at every turn.

Bernard & Co. is one of the larger financiers of the Orange Journal, and some time ago it placed several advertisements in the Orange Journal, but the fees have not yet been settled.

"Bernard has gone bankrupt and has entered bankruptcy liquidation, Mr. Bernard has disappeared, and many creditors are looking for him." Malaki's face was full of sadness, and the situation in the Orange Daily was indeed a bit difficult.

"Call the police and arrest him, bastard!"

"The police are looking for him, too—"

Fern Tours was suddenly sad in his heart, and he didn't know who to call when he picked up the phone.

As soon as I put the phone down, the phone rang suddenly.

"Hey—" Fern Tours picked up the earpiece, dismayed.

"Fern, get out, the police are going to arrest you—" The voice on the other end of the line was hurried, and he hung up in a hurry.

"Hey-what are you talking about-hey-what the hell is going on-" Fern Tours panicked, his worst fears finally coming.

As the only newspaper in Southern Africa to publish in the Boer language, Fern Tours has a clear vision for the Orange Daily.

First of all, the Orange Daily must abide by the law and support the federal government in order to survive.

But this is contrary to the interests of the Boers, who must use the federal government to survive, but to survive well, they must be good at exploiting the rebellious sentiment of the traditional conservative Boers.

The Orange Journal has always done a good job of this, for example, when it reported the death of Louis Botha, using some leading cryptic language.

That's what the Orange Daily has always done.

"What should we do, sir?" Malaki looked shocked, apparently hearing the voice on the other end of the phone.

How can the voice of the magnet phone be so loud, this is not scientific-

"It's okay, calm down, calm down, the more critical the moment, the more we have to stay calm—" Fern Tours said to be calm, but in fact his mind was in turmoil.

People who wander on the edge of 404 are probably like this.,It's cool when the code word is over.,I'm afraid after the code is over.,The food is not fragrant.,Don't sleep well.,A little wind and grass will startle the bow bird.。

It's just that I can't make any money, they are all code farmers, they are all 996 blessings, look at others, and then look at yourself, people are more popular than people.

——

Before Fern Tours could do anything, the office door was pushed open and several police officers in khaki uniforms swarmed in.

Fern Tours looked horrified, and sat in his chair trembling unconsciously.

"Mr. Fern Tours, we have some things that we need your cooperation with, please come with us immediately." The sheriff who led the team had a serious expression and looked at Fern Tours like a criminal.

This is an occupational disease, and the police look at everyone like criminals.

"Why? What did I do wrong? "Fern Tours has a strong desire to survive.

"Nothing, a cup of coffee—" the sheriff smiled, but it must have been a sinister smile in Fern Tooles' eyes.

"I did not make a mistake, and you have no right to take me-" Fern Tours resisted.

"Follow me honestly, don't force me to handcuff you." The sheriff still saved some face for Fern Tours, after all, they were all decent people.

Fern Tours gave in and followed the sheriff out of the office, still saying difficult things like "press rights" and "freedom of speech," which caused the police officers to laugh, and the air inside and outside the office was filled with cheerfulness.

In fact, the newspaper office was already in a mess at this time, the employees on the first floor were busy sorting out their things, two policemen were preparing to put a seal at the door, there were people eating melons outside the door watching, the front was better, the people in the back had to stretch their necks as much as they could, and there was a thin man who even opened his mouth wide, like a dead fish.

ps: Riddled with trivial matters, I'm not well here, my old father's body has problems again, my blood pressure was high to 190 yesterday, and I have to go to the hospital in a while, try to be more at noon-