Chapter 168 Is this really a wise choice?

In people's eyes, the 19th district of Paris is synonymous with "poverty" and "chaos".

The sky here is always gloomy, and smog from nowhere gathers all year round. The air is filled with unknown strange smells. The only thing to be thankful for is that they keep changing, and sometimes they are fragrant, allowing people living here to deeply experience what "multi-flavor life" is.

The church bells, the sound of rain, and the noise of the market downstairs came into Kobdo's messy single room. He was awakened and got up to take a look at the clock hanging on the wall. It was ten o'clock in the morning.

After a while, he remembered that he had resigned and lay back heavily on the bed.

At this time, he should be running around somewhere to chase hot spots. Now all he can do is wait for a call.

There was a knock on the door. Kobdo tilted his head and immediately decided to pretend to go out and keep silent. He guessed that it was Mrs. Chloe who came to collect the rent.

Mrs. Chloe knocked on the door for a while but got no response, so she shouted outside the door: "I know you are in there, Kobdo, if you don't pay the rent, I can only ask you to move out!"

After a pause, Mrs. Chloe emphasized again: "I'll give you three days."

Kobdo closed his eyes weakly and covered his head with a quilt.

As a journalist, he should not be so miserable. After all, journalists have a basic salary of 25 francs. If an article is accepted, there will be an additional reward. If he is lucky, he can get 45 francs a month, which is already considerable.

However, living in this place full of exhaust gas and sewage has a price to pay. His eight-year-old child has asthma and needs long-term medication and treatment. In order to avoid the bad air, he had to let his wife take the child back to the countryside.

So, all the burdens fell on Kobdo's shoulders alone.

Living expenses, medical expenses, rent, electricity bills... every month they fly to him like a nightmare.

But he resigned!

Is this really a wise choice? Or will it be a momentary impulse that will drag their family into the abyss?

The phone rang, and Kobudo suddenly lifted the quilt. After confirming the ringtone, he jumped up and rushed to the phone as if he was pricked by a needle.

He was about to pick up the phone, but he quickly retracted his hand, wiped his face nervously to make himself sober, and then carefully answered the phone.

Disappointment immediately climbed onto his face. It was still Mrs. Chloe, who changed to a more effective way to "harass" him.

After hanging up the phone, Kobudo sat there in a daze for a while, and suddenly bowed his head and cried.

He had endured too much helplessness and had too much persistence, but everything did not get better but went in a worse direction. What should he do?

The phone rang again, and Kobudo impatiently grabbed the phone and shouted: "I know, Mrs. Chloe, you win, I will move out tomorrow..."

"What do you mean by moving out?" A crisp and slightly childish male voice came from the other end of the phone.

Kobdo's eyes lit up instantly: "Mr. Charles?"

After a moment of shock, Kobdo immediately changed his tone: "No, no, I'm very sorry, Mr. Charles, I thought... it was someone else. No, it's not important..."

"One question, Mr. Kobdo." Charles didn't mind, he said: "Last time regarding your suggestion, it seems that something unexpected happened!"

Kobdo's heart sank again. Although he still held the microphone in his hand, his head was so heavy that he needed to support it with his hands.

"I don't think we are going to publish an ordinary newspaper!" Charles's calm voice came from the microphone: "We are going to publish a military newspaper. I wonder if you are interested."

Kobdo raised his head suddenly, his eyes regained vitality again, and he answered excitedly: "Of course... Mr. Charles, are you sure? Are you sure you want to publish a military newspaper?"

As a military columnist, Kobdo certainly understands the significance of the military newspaper. Its status is unique, especially in this war period.

The reason why France still has no military newspaper is that small and medium-sized capitalists do not have enough financial resources and qualifications, while qualified big capitalists think that there is no need for it. They can control the army through parliament and equipment.

Charles has financial resources and military background, as well as popularity and prestige. He has great influence in the army. There is a lot of potential for running a military newspaper!

"Of course!" Charles gave a positive answer on the other end of the phone: "But there is another question. If it is a military newspaper, we may send you a conscription order. If you have any objections to this..."

"No, Mr. Charles!" Kobdo immediately agreed: "I have no objection, I feel honored by this!"

This is the truth. Kobdo knows very well that if he does not accept it, he will sooner or later get a conscription order as an ordinary infantryman carrying a rifle on his back and go to the battlefield.

If he accepts it, he will receive another completely different treatment. Only a fool will refuse!

Sure enough, Charles continued, "If that's the case, then there's no problem! You'll be in charge of this matter. You'll become a second lieutenant and receive a 60-franc allowance. In addition, I'll pay you 40 francs a month as the editor-in-chief's salary. If the article is accepted, there's an additional reward. If there's no problem, you can report to the city defense headquarters tomorrow..."

"I'll report in this afternoon, sir!" Kobdo's eyes widened: "Is that okay?"

"Of course, sir!" Charles replied: "We just have something urgent to do, the sooner the better!"

After hanging up the phone, Kobdo jumped up excitedly. He twisted his body nervously a few times to vent, and then picked up the phone again:

"Mobwick please, Mr. Gratton, yes, thank you!"

"Mr. Gratton, can you call Elisa for me? Thank you very much!"

Gratton is the town's doctor. He is one of the few people in Mobyvik who has a phone. He is helpful and nearby. Kobdo always contacts his wife through him when he has urgent matters.

After a while, my wife's worried voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's me, Kobdo, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Elisa!" Khovd said excitedly: "Do you know Ciel?"

"Yes, I've heard a lot about him. He's a hero to France."

"Do you believe it?" Kobdo's voice trembled: "I'm going to work for him!"

"Really, great! Are you going to be his reporter?"

"No, no!" Cobdo's eyes were red with excitement: "It's the editor-in-chief, Elisa, I am the editor-in-chief of Shire!"

"Editor-in-Chief? What is that?"

"The person in charge of the newspaper!" Cobdo explained: "I will have many reporters under me. I will be responsible for everything. I will get a basic salary of 100 francs..."

"100 francs!" Elisa exclaimed on the other end of the phone: "Did I hear you correctly? Is it monthly?"

"Of course!" Cobdo nodded excitedly: "You heard it right, everything will be fine, Elisa! I will pick you up in Paris soon. We should... go to the 15th arrondissement to find a place. , Jeremy will be fine!”

There was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone, only a faint sob could be heard, and Kobdo couldn't help but feel the soreness in his nose.

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