They found it difficult to stop laughing. Jerry almost fell off his chair, Tommy spilt his tea into his lap. It was funny. How could the bosses even think like that. These foreign proprietors had no idea how a newspaper’s put together. This one hadn’t even visited the basement. How could he know? The suggestion that they could get rid of the typesetters was ludicrous.

Especially with their powerful union and watertight contracts. They laughed until the tears flowed.

Upstairs in the executive boardroom, there were no tears, no falling off chairs, no tea spilling.

“So what’s the timescale, Mr Murdoch?” asked the production manager.

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