Collapse: Lady Herrscher is a bit too lazy

"The second edition~❅?!" Xina frowned, thought for a moment, and shook her head and said, "It seems that you don't have the final say. Tell me, how much does it cost to buy your newspaper? How much does it cost to distribute it for free worldwide tomorrow~❅?"

"Well, you want to buy my newspaper? I can only say that the price is not cheap. Moreover, if we want to distribute it for free throughout the city, we have to work overtime. In addition, today is Christmas. In principle, the employees will not..."

As the editor of the newspaper was talking, Yiga, who had just disappeared, walked in from the door with a small cart with four suitcases.

After entering the door, Yiga pushed the cart aside, knelt on one knee beside Xina, and whispered, "My Queen, it's done."

"Well, I know~❅." Xina nodded, got up and sat opposite the editor of the newspaper, and waved to the boxes on the cart.

Yega picked up a box in one hand and walked forward, placing several boxes horizontally on the wooden desk.

The first box was opened, and it was a box of gold bars glittering under the light. The second box was opened, and it was also a box of glittering gold bars.

As for the third box... it was filled with gems of different sizes and colors.

"How about this price to buy your newspaper? Is it enough~❅?" Hina sat on the desk casually and kicked over two boxes with her slender thighs.

The heavy gold bars and dazzling gems fell on the marble floor in pieces, playing a beautiful melody in the process of collision and bounce.

"So much gold... My God!"

In the eyes of the newspaper editor filled with gold and gems, Hina picked up a gold bar and used it to lift the newspaper editor's double chin full of stubble, and then stuffed a ruby ​​the size of a child's fist directly into his mouth.

"Ahem... Enough, enough, too much! From now on, this newspaper is yours. Not to mention tomorrow's front page headlines, even all the front page headlines in the future, as long as you ask, we can arrange it at any time." The newspaper editor spat out the gem with difficulty, not caring about the saliva on it, and hurriedly put it into his suit pocket.

"Okay, this sentence is enough~❅." Xina threw down the gold bar in her hand and quietly watched the guy who was just a decent guy now kneeling on the ground with a flattering face picking up gold.

"Gold~! Yellow and shiny, precious gold~! This thing, just a little bit, can turn black into white, ugly into beautiful, wrong into right, humble into noble, old into young, coward into warrior.~❅!"

"This yellow slave can make pagan alliances, split the same clan, it can bless the cursed, it can make the yellow-faced widow a new bride, ah~! You lovely murderer, the emperor can't escape your grasp, the biological father and son are separated by you, ah~! You are a tangible god, you will turn ice and charcoal into glue, enemies kiss each other, and make everyone obey~❅"

After appreciating the picture she wanted to see, Hina walked out of the office reciting Shakespeare's poems. She tilted her head and murmured: "He just said... Today is Christmas..., Yiga!~❅"

"Yes, Queen." Yiga walked back to the editor's office respectfully and took out the fourth suitcase that had not been opened from the trolley.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem~❅!", Xina coughed a few times, attracting the attention of all the staff to herself: "Everyone, let me introduce myself. From half a minute ago, I am your boss~❅."

"Today is Christmas. I believe you all have your own plans, but considering tomorrow's newspaper... I still hope you can stay and work overtime tonight in return...❅"

"No matter what you get in return, I will not stay today. I want to go home for Christmas today."

Before Xina finished speaking, someone stood up and protested loudly.

"Bold, you dare..."

Yega, who always hated to see someone disrespect Xina, clenched his fist and was about to get angry, but was calmed down by Xina's casually raised right hand.

"What I mean is, tonight, I will buy you two hours of overtime at a price of $10,000 per hour. If you really don't want to, forget it~❅!"

After speaking, Xina took the suitcase from Yiga's hand and threw the banknotes in all directions.

"Ah... one hour... ten thousand... I'm not dreaming..."

The employee who was hit by the banknotes stared blankly at the banknotes in his hand that hurt his face. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or not.

"What did you say just now? I don't think I heard it clearly. Can you repeat it~❅?", Xina held a handful of banknotes, walked slowly to the man, and slapped the banknotes on his face with a playful look.

"This... Actually... The festival is not that important..."

The first troublemaker who shouted just now blushed and bent down, and picked up the banknotes on the ground silently like everyone else.

"To be honest, I still like your rebellious look just now, why don't you recover for me~❅"

"Yes, boss! ", although the man pretended to be gritting his teeth, the joy in his eyes could not be concealed.

After arranging the subsequent work, Xina left a large box of money and turned away.

Now, for problems that can be solved with money, Xina will never waste a little thought on it. As long as things can be done well, it doesn't matter if she spends more money.

After all... most of this money was taken from the Tianming Treasury.

In the evening, a group of two Herrschers and two dependents booked a hotel. The beautiful music around them continued. Xina sat quietly in a window seat with a glass of red wine, watching Xilinhai, who had the appetite of Kiana, eat Husse, and smiled softly to enjoy this moment of peace and comfort.

Looking out of the window, the strong festive atmosphere has spread to every corner of the city.

Xina gently touched the glass with the French window beside her, as if... she was toasting to the outside world.

After a while, she slowly drank the wine in the glass and murmured: "Enjoy it! Human! After all... this is the last winter your civilization can survive..."

The next morning, when the first batch of modified newspapers were distributed to the whole city for free from helicopters, almost everyone who was awake saw the eye-catching front-page headline.

It doesn't matter how much of the content of this headline is true. What's important is that it leaves a special signal in the hearts of everyone who sees this newspaper:

Someone has already opened the book privately. If you don't hurry up and work hard, you will be left behind!