The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 555

"Welcome to the New Testament Evening News... Dickinson, Mr. President!"

He came over, with a confident expression on his face, a little friendly smile...

Mr. Dickinson held out his hand, and John Jackson held out his hand somewhat flattered.

Mr. President's hand is very warm and powerful, as if it can give people hope.

John suddenly understood everything. For some reason, he knew that the man in front of him was the savior of this newspaper.

This feeling of being inspired made John's eyes hot and his nose sore. He seemed to have suffered too much grievance before he waited for his confidant...

Of course, it's very strange to cry just after seeing a new boss, so John resisted the urge to cry, opened the door enthusiastically, and took Sean Dickinson to his newspaper office.

"Uh... everyone is waiting for you..." John turned around and led Sean and Olivia forward.

Not far ahead, under the welcome back panel of the New Testament Evening News, stood thirty people. Mr. Bennett has said that these people are the newspaper's most important asset. Although the concept of running a newspaper varies widely, Sean agrees with the former owner.

A slightly chubby woman with a beautiful face and a gentle voice came over from the front row of the staff and gave a sunflower basket to Sean's hand. Sean saw her yesterday, she was the assistant manager, Judy Walter.

Judy had a smile on her face: "Welcome, Mr. Dickinson."

Sean smiled and continued, then handed the flower basket to Olivia next to him.

With friendly eyes, he stared at the employees who welcomed him.

Although almost all the smiling faces he saw in front of him, Sean read a lot from their expressions:

A small number of people were excited about his arrival, but most of them had mask-like smirks on their faces.

And a few, they didn't even bother to pretend to laugh.

When looking around all the employees, Sean noticed something, so he asked, "What about the editor-in-chief? He didn't come today?"

Editor-in-Chief Steve Ryan, the head of the old school in the newspaper, the veteran with the deepest affection for the Bennett family...

Sean was not surprised that he was not in the welcome queue.

"Oh..." The smirking reporter team leader, the tall and thin Vincent, walked through the crowd like a kangaroo in leather shoes, and said in a sharp voice, "Mr. Ryan seems to be picking up a very Important call, he said he would come after answering the call, but..."

Sean waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, let him be busy. He will face me for a long time in the future. I hope he can receive important calls every time..."

A joke made the employees relax.

Taking advantage of the softened atmosphere, Sean spoke calmly and freely. These are words to reassure and cheer employees up.

After the speech, in the applause of the staff, Sean obviously felt that the slightly nervous and gloomy atmosphere when he first entered the newspaper office dissipated a little - he knew that he made a good impression on most people.

As for those who cannot be influenced no matter what, he is not in a hurry.

After letting everyone go back to their jobs first, under the leadership of John and Judy, Sean Olivia walked towards the president's office.

Just as he walked to the door inlaid with frosted glass, the door next to the president's office opened, and a man with deep glasses, cloudy blue eyes, and loose lips and chin came out. He was full of apology. , explained hoarsely: "Oh! Mr. Dickinson! I'm sorry!

Editor-in-Chief Steve Ryan stretched out his hand and shook hands with Sean.

"I was on the phone just now. It's Williams, the editor-in-chief of The Sun. That guy keeps talking like a nonsense... My God, I couldn't meet you at the door..."

Sean let go of his hand, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why did the people from The Sun call you?"

Ryan waved his hand: "They are expanding now. They want to increase the weekend version, and they want to expand the sports page, so they are poking around. He and I are old friends. I didn't expect the phone to come to me..."

Sean chuckled lightly and felt that the editor-in-chief in front of him had no good idea for running a newspaper, but he was a good at making people angry.

Not only did he deliberately not come to greet him, but the first meeting with the new boss turned out to be that other newspapers were poaching...

Isn't this just about making threats after you've set the score?

With a smile, he gave Sean a slap in the face.

Sean suddenly understood that the moment of grievance flashed when John, the young man beside him, greeted him at the door—

Sure enough, there was a potbellied dragon in the newspaper office...

However, the editor-in-chief is the soul of a newspaper, and Sean doesn't want to act rashly. Therefore, although I am dissatisfied with the sloppy attitude of the editor in my heart, there is no expression on the face.

"Then how did you tell him?" Sean's tone was calm.

"With whom?"

"Editor-in-Chief Williams."

"Oh! I told him, don't make up our minds! Our newspaper office is doing fine now! It's business as usual!"

The corners of Sean's mouth sank, and he put on an admiring expression: "Nice reply. If he calls again, tell him that I want to invite him to dinner."

Sean blinked his right eye.

Steve Ryan was a little surprised by the young man's reaction, so he had to laugh a few times.

John, who had wanted to end this conversation for a long time, saw that Sean's focus moved forward, and quickly pushed open the door that had been replaced with the words "President of "New Testament Evening News, Mr. Sean Dickinson" on the glass. Eun walked into his office.

Judy has carefully opened the external blinds and curtains, and the morning sun shines just right into the office.

This one has a space of about 80 square meters, which gave Sean some surprises.

Leather sofa swivel chair, large desk, glass chandelier that is not exaggerated, exquisite and in line with the overall color of the desk decoration, the bright glass bottle is full of brandy, the sun is hanging behind the table, the old Mr. Bennett oil painting A few points of white light reflected from the dark part, making the quiet founder of the newspaper come to life.

Obviously, Mr. Bennett is a gentleman with taste and love of neatness. The president's office he left to himself is not only well-decorated and comfortable, but also extraordinarily tidy. Although it is a remodeled space inside a factory, it does not deal with it in the slightest. a feeling of……

Sean walked around the office quite comfortably, and put his hands on the leather swivel chair that looked very comfortable.

He sighed softly. After he came to the president's office, he felt strongly what it was like to own a newspaper office.

"Mr. President, do you have any orders?" Judy asked softly~www.mtlnovel.com~ Sean came back to his senses.

The mind that was temporarily stopped because of the feeling of the surrounding began to work again, and Sean commanded quickly: "Judy, please remind the heads of each department that I will have a meeting this afternoon or tomorrow, and all the editorial departments will have a meeting. People and top leaders of all departments will be there.”

"OK."

"Oh, by the way, make me a pot of coffee before that."

"OK."

Then, Sean turned to John: "John, I need you to bring me this month's New Testament Evening News, especially today's."

"Okay, Mr. Dickinson."

When the words fell, Judy and John quickly walked out of the office.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief: Although there must be people in the newspaper who are unwilling to cooperate with him, at least the two generals in the president's office are not among them.

Sean found that there was a small space for secretarial work in the entrance area of the office, so he arranged Olivia there.

It didn't take long for coffee and newspapers to be delivered to Sean's table.

With the aroma of coffee, Sean picked up the "New Testament Evening News" that had just been approved that day and had not yet been printed.

Just seeing the headlines on the front page, Sean was stunned.

John, who was walking towards the door, heard Mr. Dickinson's voice behind him:

"John, don't wait for tomorrow, there will be a meeting this afternoon. Go and tell everyone."

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