Editor-in-chief Gregory once again said in shock and anger, this time his face was filled with anger and he was very rude.
The woman next to her was also almost dressed, and there was anger on her face.
Looking from their direction, only Mirkovsky and Peter could be seen who were not in palace attire.
Peter said calmly:
"Karl Peter Ulrich, if you don't know this name, I also have an Orthodox name, Peter Fyodorovich."
"Pe... Peter... Feodoro..."
The angry fat man was about to ignore what Peter said and immediately stepped forward to punch and kick him. When he heard the two words containing Peter's name, he almost knelt down.
He murmured Peter's full name, started to tremble, and slapped the woman who was waiting to watch the show on the face with his backhand. The woman was hit and spun around three times and fell to the ground.
The woman was completely stunned, her cheeks were swollen, and her face was in disbelief.
She covered her face and was about to say something, when she saw the boss of the news newspaper actually knelt down and walked forward on his knees. Tears welled up in her eyes and she was about to reach out her hand in tears.
But before he could hug the man's legs, he was kicked in the face. Mirkovsky kicked the fat man half a circle with a powerful kick. Although there was severe pain in his face, the fat man did not dare to say a word.
No, he just screamed:
"Your Highness, Your Highness, I am blind and have offended Your Highness. I beg Your Highness to spare my life! Woo hoo..."
I had runny nose and tears, and I didn’t look like the editor-in-chief at all.
The woman suddenly became smart and looked at Peter.
Pyotr Fedorovich…
Your Highness?
It was like thunder struck from the sky, and he fainted with a scream.
Peter turned around and said:
"Ten seconds, clean up and get out."
Peter walked out of the room where his adultery was exposed and walked to the second floor. The stairs were made of solid wood and looked old. They made a very high-quality sound when he stepped on them.
Moving from the second floor to the first floor, he found that there were basically five or six rooms on each floor. Some rooms were empty, and some rooms had three or five people. They all looked very peaceful.
Seeing Peter and his entourage looking around as if no one else was watching, these people looked in surprise, and then they saw the editor-in-chief who was following behind them in fear.
There was a big footprint on one side of the editor-in-chief's face. On the side of the big footprint, a bunch of brown hair stood out as if in protest at being kicked, while the other side was combed smoothly, making it appear that
Very funny.
"What are you looking at? What are you looking at! Come and see Your Highness!!!"
Gregory did not dare to get too close to Peter, but in order to please him, he lowered his voice and shouted at those people.
Everyone was startled, stood up quickly one by one, and hurriedly saluted Peter, feeling very shocked.
Why did your highness come here?
After looking around and recognizing his face, Peter was quite dissatisfied with the spiritual outlook here. Except for a few people who looked energetic, everyone else looked like they were just wandering around.
He even saw a half-drunk bottle of vodka on a separate desk.
Being able to have a separate desk shows that this is a small leader, but this vodka...
Peter pointed to a few people, looked at the editor-in-chief and said:
"These people are on their way."
Then he added:
"Did you see clearly what I ordered just now?"
"Look...see clearly..."
The editor-in-chief trembled and said that among the people who ordered just now were his relatives, but he didn't dare to say a word. When he saw the vodka on it, he wanted to pick it up and hit this bastard on the forehead.
And that person's face was even more pale, and his body had begun to tremble.
While Peter was inspecting, Grigory racked his brains to think about why His Highness came here, but he did not dare to ask.
Peter then walked into a room, picked up a few newspapers and read them. They were all very ordinary things. The Northern War had been fought for 23 years, and now the entire European continent was in a period of peaceful development until the Seven Years' War.
It started an almost worldwide war.
And what is published in this newspaper is all trivial matters.
I flipped through several newspapers, but surprisingly didn't find the supplement. I couldn't help but ask:
"Where's the supplement?"
Grigory said tremblingly:
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, the supplement, the supplement has not been published for a while..."
Not released?
Peter smiled. It was a good thing that there was no circulation. It was not that he had to use the main issue, but that the supplement was gone. If his aunt asked, he could just tell the truth.
I'm afraid my aunt has never imagined that the St. Petersburg News is like this now.
After figuring out what was going on, Peter didn't want to waste time and said directly:
"The appointment of the Privy Council will probably come out soon, and I will be the deputy editor-in-chief. Do you have any opinions on this editor-in-chief?"
Gregory trembled, and the others looked at the editor-in-chief with strange expressions.
Your Highness is the deputy editor-in-chief. Who dares to be the chief editor?
Grigory almost knelt down and said with a grimace:
"Then...your highness, I resign from the position of editor-in-chief?"
Peter gave him a cold look and said:
"If you think you are comparable to Peter the Great, you can continue to be the editor-in-chief, and you can review any manuscripts I want to publish."
With a pop, Grigory collapsed to the ground, completely stunned.
In the eyes of these people, Peter was so superior that he was the current crown prince and the future emperor. He could be sent to jail if given an order, let alone a position.
Peter no longer looked at the fat man, and picked out a man with clear eyes and a different spirit from among these people and said:
"When I'm not around, if I don't have any material to choose from, I'll choose more people's livelihood topics that have a summary concept. If I don't have a choice about people's livelihood, I'll go to Lomonosov and let him watch and publish whatever he wants."
This man was surprised when he was chosen. He was frightened and flattered and asked:
"May I ask... may I ask, Your Highness, who is Lomonosov?"
Peter said:
"He's also in the Academy of Sciences. He's probably an associate researcher. You can find out for yourself."
"yes!"
The young man spoke respectfully, and everyone else looked at him with envy. This was like reaching the sky in one step!
The key is that he left an impression on His Highness, and it must be a good impression. Otherwise, why would His Highness choose him?
Everyone else looked at Peter with warm admiration, but Peter ignored them. He was about to leave after giving the instructions, when he suddenly remembered the woman above and said:
"The woman upstairs took off her clothes and hung them outside. Then she hired a painter to draw the building along with the newspaper's building. Then she published an article saying that the crown prince came to inspect and correct the atmosphere. The results were impressive."
"Be careful not to freeze to death."
The young man mumbled and said:
"But Your Highness, today is not Tuesday."
Peter glanced at him:
"Normal Tuesday issue, when I need it, every day is Tuesday, understand?"
Seeing Peter's dissatisfaction, the young man no longer dared to talk nonsense and immediately said loudly:
"Yes! Your Highness!"
Then Peter kicked the fat man and walked out. If Peter the Great hadn't also served as editor-in-chief, he would have killed it all.
After getting on the carriage, when he was a little disappointed that he had no attribute points, a pleasant prompt sounded:
"Ding, you inspected the St. Petersburg News and improved your indifference to things. Congratulations on getting three attribute points!"
Peter's eyes lit up and he felt excited.
Although it is not as good as the inspection to Vorontsova Manor, it was probably because it was the first time, but now it shows that this route is feasible!