Some Hardships, Nothing More

Some Hardships, Nothing More

Having decided on the day's news content, the editor-in-chief straightened his attire and prepared to attend today's team-building event.

To be honest, he hated team-building events.

But today's event would have many important figures from the Upper District. For the sake of his career, he had to go.

He needed to prepare a pile of talking points and work hard to cultivate the standard image of an "editor-in-chief."

He had to seem somewhat obsessive, somewhat arrogant, knowledgeable, and appropriately cynical about the world.

Those were the fashionable labels for editors-in-chief these days. The big shots in the Upper District did not care who he was. As long as he fit those labels, he might have a chance of being valued.

Being a newspaper editor-in-chief sounded glamorous, but at heart, he was merely a high-ranking wage slave. Above him were the chief censor, the newspaper owner, investors, the vice chairman of the Cultivator Management Committee in charge of cultural media, and professors from Profound Law University responsible for cultural research.

Above the professors was the president, above the president were the board members. With layer upon layer stacked above him, an editor-in-chief like him was nothing.

Though he was already a sixth-class citizen, the higher he climbed, the more clearly the editor-in-chief could feel the ceiling above him. Without connections, there was simply no way up.

Of course, what mattered most was blood relations.

With a wistful sigh, the editor-in-chief suddenly thought of Qiu Bufan, the district chief of the Twenty-Seventh District in the Lower District.

Though she was mockingly called the disgrace of the Qiu Family, in the editor-in-chief's eyes, she was still someone far beyond his reach.

She had the Governor of Longevity Prefecture backing her, and she herself was a top civilian puppet pilot