Late at night, inside The Times office building, Editor-in-Chief Kanglesi set down his work and stretched wearily.
There was no helping it. To ensure timely news coverage, overtime was the norm in the newspaper business.
By the time news gathered from various places had been compiled, laid out, and proofread, it was already deep into the night. Once printing was completed overnight, dawn would be close at hand.
Generally speaking, the time news editors got off work was precisely when ordinary people started theirs.
Kanglesi had struggled in this industry for more than a decade before rising from the lowest-level proofreader to become a news editor-in-chief.
Time spared no one. Years of reversing day and night had successfully made Kanglesi a member of the bald-headed ranks.
More importantly, his body was gradually failing to keep up. After merely two or three hours of work, he was already exhausted.
He brewed himself a strong cup of coffee and was just about to enjoy it when a familiar voice rang out.
"Mr. Kanglesi, we've just received some huge news."
Looking at the delighted young man, Kanglesi seemed to see his younger self, brimming with youthful vigor.
"Go on, Rodman. What have you dug up this time?"
To be frank, Kanglesi did not like huge news arriving at a time like this. Today's layout was already complete and undergoing its final round of proofreading; it was about to be sent off for printing.
Getting huge news at this point meant all their previous work had been wasted and everything would have to be torn down and redone.
The Times was already Britain's premier newspaper. Increasing sales was exceedingly difficult unless it was truly earth-shaking news; otherwise, it would be hard to boost circulation.
Everyone's income was tied to the paper's sales. If circulation