At the entrance of the "Declaration" distribution department, a group of thinly dressed little newspaper boys were rubbing their hands together, and from time to time they were warming their palms. It was early winter www.biquge.info and it was a little cold on the streets of Shanghai at four o'clock in the morning. These shy little ones don't have the money to add warm clothes. After deducting the cost of buying newspapers, the exorbitant taxes of various names, and the extortion of the youth gang and the police, they were left with only enough money to buy newspapers.

The song and dance hall across the street from the "Declaration" distribution department, there are constantly drunk guests walking out of the gate with the dancer in their arms at this hour. The man's rude words and the woman's playful laughter came from time to time, and the bright red lips and bare thighs made the little newsboys can't help but peek with red faces. As a result, the dancer jumped to her feet and scolded: "Little Red Guy~Go home to see your sister and your mother~"

After the fall, Shanghai Tang appeared even more aloof and impersonal. People who had lost hope did not dare to resist the Japanese, but they intensified their exploitation of their compatriots. I just want to live a better life today.

What do you say tomorrow? Who cares~? Whether or not you will be alive tomorrow is a matter of two words. Almost every morning, there would be a few more corpses on the road, and no one would ask about the cause of their deaths.

If there is wine today, let's get drunk today,...... This kind of passable thinking has now become the mainstream of Shanghai Tang. Compared to the depressed downtown area of Shanghai, which was under Japanese control, there was a concession blessed by foreigners, and the entertainment industry was abnormally prosperous, and it was a paradise for the rich and criminals.

The dancers and their male guests were only a short episode, and the attention of the newsboys soon returned to the window of the Gazette distribution department, where their jobs were located.

After the Japanese imposed press restrictions, the number of newspapers on the market decreased by more than half. In addition to various tabloids and **** publications from the East, "Declaration" is the best selling mainstream newspaper, and it is not worried about selling at all. If the little newspaper boys can fill the cloth bags on their bodies with the "declaration" as soon as possible, then the next day will be easier. Therefore, every day, the windows of the "Declaration" distribution department are staged in a competition for the drama.

The victors in the end are always the strong ones, the young, thin or the little ones with little money, who often end up dragging empty bags away to sell the less popular newspapers. In this way, the quality of life will drop a lot.

This is the world of the little newsboys, the same as the law of the jungle, far from being as simple as their young age.

According to the practice of the past, after a while, the window of the "Declaration" distribution department will be opened, and bundles of sorted newspapers will be thrown out.

The newsboys began to scramble for advantageous positions, during which they naturally pulled and scolded. If it weren't for the fact that the people of the "Declaration" were not allowed to fight at the window of the store department, I am afraid that a full martial arts would have been staged a long time ago.

"Stand back, I want to hold up the window!" The staff in charge of opening the windows in the house didn't have to look at it to know what was going on outside. In order to avoid hurting the newsboy by the open window, he always has to shout loudly before opening the window every day, and today is no exception.

The so-called windows are actually wooden planks that are lifted upwards and supported by wooden sticks, and when fully opened, they become a roof to protect them from the rain. Due to the large size of the plank, it was impossible to open it without letting go of enough places, so the newsboy outside the window immediately took two steps back when he heard the sound.

In order to prevent the people in the back row from taking the opportunity to squeeze to the front, the newsboy who was blocking the front tensed his body and made a desperate defense like grabbing a rebound in a basketball. It only takes a few tens of seconds to open the window, but there are already newsboys who are sweating profusely.

The clerk of the "Declaration" opened the window completely, revealing the high counter inside, and the number of newspapers sold today was written in chalk on the small blackboard, and for each bundle sold, the numbers were subtracted until the last numbers were all erased.

The price is still two corners, but the total amount is 30,000, which is a lot more than the usual number of releases. After seeing the numbers on the blackboard, the newsboys gathered outside the door immediately let out a burst of cheers.

There is only one reason why the "Declaration" has increased its circulation, and that is because there is big news. This means that today's newspapers are more sellable, and because of the relatively large number of prints, the newsboys who usually can't get a share can also have some gains today, and everyone is happy.

"I want 200 copies!"

"Give me one hundred and fifty copies!"

"Big brother, I only have so much money, all of them change newspapers!"

Small hands holding uneven fiat currency dangling in front of the counter, this is the struggle of the little people at the bottom of society, in order to eat their bellies, in order to survive.

"You can't sell it, you can't sell one, Lao Liu! Stop it! ”

Anxious voices came from behind the newsboys, and a sweaty Lu Yifang jumped off his bicycle quickly, shouting at the store as he ran, trying to stop the sale of today's newspaper.

Xu Jianqiu completely fell in favor of the Japanese, not only did he find a way to delay a lot of time, but even cut the telephone line of the newspaper office. And the phone on the side of the printing house and the store department was also secretly destroyed by Kobayashi Akiyama's people. Lu Fang could only pedal his bicycle from the newspaper hall to the sales department. Fortunately, the first newspaper has not yet been sold.

"Written by Lu! What the hell is going on? Why can't you sell newspapers? ”

The staff of the store department recognized Lu Fangfang, and you called the manager here. Tens of thousands of newspapers say that if they don't sell them, they won't sell them, but the "Declaration" is going to hurt the muscles and bones, and you have to ask clearly.

Lu Fangfang walked directly around the back door of the store department and walked in. After entering the house, he immediately rushed to the counter and protected the newspaper that was placed under the counter to be sold, and then said loudly: "Lao Wang, there is a problem on the front page!" It must be taken down! Not a single newspaper can be sold today! ”

"This ...... I have to ask the editor-in-chief for this, I'm sorry, Principal Lu, this matter is too big, I ...... I can't be the master! Manager Wang of the store department didn't understand which one Lu Fang was singing. Editing and distribution belong to two departments, the dispute in the newspaper is completely unknown to the sales department, and Lu Yifang is not the editor-in-chief after all, he has no right to decide to stop selling today's newspaper, and Manager Wang needs to verify with the newspaper.

"The telephone line of the newspaper was cut by Xu Jianqiu! The editor-in-chief was not as physically as good as me, and he was left far behind by me on his bike...... Lao Wang, don't sell today's newspaper yet, and when the editor-in-chief comes, you will naturally know ......" (To be continued.) )