บท 376: You Are the Boss

W took the lead. Considering its long history, the magazine had its own readers, to whom it would send the latest issues before their formal release.

 Long Island was beautiful in the morning. There were trees and greenbelts along the clean paths, and the flower beds were full of a poetic vibe.

 A postman in a white cap was riding along the road. The day’s newspapers and magazines were on the shelf behind him.

 The young man was familiar with the streets in the area. He could have ridden all over that neighbourhood with his eyes closed.

 A tiny roll of a magazine flew over the fence of a garden and toward the flowering shrubs.

 Before the roll could hit the ground, a smiling Labrador with tiny cute eyes rushed out like the wind, jumped high into the sky and caught the magazine in its mouth.

 "Well done, Mussolini!" The boy waved at the dog and then went along his way. There were six magazines left.