The Republic of China's Top Reporter

Ying Changzhao transmigrated to the Republican era and became the heir to a failing newspaper, bearing the same name as its former owner.

His parents were dead, creditors were pounding on the door, and his maternal uncle clutched the property deed and sneered. "All you do is cry. You've been running marriage ads in your little paper for three years. You might as well shut it down!"

The delicate young master Ying gazed at his reflection, the corners of his eyes faintly tinged red, and silently curved his lips into a smile.

"I want to be a real journalist."

The vow he'd made before slamming the door on his editor just before transmigrating became a thunderclap crashing over a chaotic age.

Three days later, the headline of the Haicheng Evening News burst onto the scene:

"Poisonous Ledger Discovered at Haicheng's Most Benevolent Pharmacy! The March 18th Cold Case Solved!"

The three characters "Ying Changzhao" were printed with such force they seemed to pierce the page. The papers, still wet with ink, were snapped up in a frenzy.

When the creditors came to watch the show, they saw Young Master Ying standing with his hands tucked into his sleeves, as delicate and frail as ever.

"Eek, how scary."

A bloodstained blade peeked casually out from inside his sleeve.

At first, it was just an ordinary little newspaper.

Then Ying Changzhao, the only child of its owner couple, inherited the business.

He had a face as dazzling as peach blossoms, captivating enough to steal one's breath. A careless smile was his constant companion, as was a mad streak that didn't care if he lived or died.

In the glittering, drunken world of the foreign concessions, his camera was always trained on the blood in the gutter.

Abandoned infants frozen in the slums, child laborers with severed fingers at the docks, and prostitutes coughing blood in the red-light district.

"Boss Ying, what are you going to 'accidentally' photograph this time?"

In an alley behind the casino, a gold mask was removed, revealing a face of breathtaking, vivid beauty.

The muzzle of a Military Statistics Bureau major general's gun pressed against the camera at his waist.

"Last time you exposed the chamber of commerce chairman's mistress and cost me three hundred yuan in bets. Time to pay me back, don't you think?"

Ying Changzhao chuckled and caught his wristwatch with his other hand.

"This time, I'll bet on whether I can walk out of No. 76 Xiafei Road alive."

"Double the stakes. Put your money on me."

As night gave way to dawn, he heard the man say, "Ying Changzhao, your idealism is going to get you killed one day."

Ying Changzhao smiled and slipped the undercover photos into the other man's holster. "Then do me a favor, Officer Gu. Have this article carved on my tombstone."

This was the most turbulent age, the most terrifying age, and an age rife with opportunity.

In this era, Ying Changzhao launched unprecedented reforms that would influence the press for years to come. In the golden age of print media, he wrote the story of his legendary life.

Idealistic newspaper tycoon seme x morally ambiguous warlord uke, two alphas who love and fight each other

Theme: Let the whole world witness my brilliance