The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 562

The two-day vacation passed quickly, and when Sean returned to the newspaper office again, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere had changed.

When I first came here, I could feel a sense of depression and panic in this old newspaper office.

After the dramatic moments on the first day and after two days of rest, the employees of the Evening News seemed to have finally found their souls and began to work with peace of mind.

As soon as the morning arrived, Sean called the editorial department for a meeting.

The general content of the meeting was divided into two parts. First, Sean informed everyone of the daily sales target of 8,400 copies.

Of course, in order to take care of the imagination of the employees, Sean did not state that this is the goal within three days after the publication of the new newspaper, but only vaguely stated that this number should be reached as soon as possible.

Second, he shared his general assumptions about the new newspaper's section composition and manuscript form with all members of the editorial department.

However, before finding a new editor-in-chief, Sean has no plans to deepen and implement the content.

After all, he needs an editor-in-chief to do all this work, not all of it himself.

However, in order to ensure that he can catch up with the progress, he has asked the editorial department to start preparing the news, and set the tone of future manuscripts with the four sample essays he found.

In short, it has become more "objective" and "rational" from the previous "sentimental writing", and try to explain the news professionally.

In other words, from "grape news" to more readable and nutritious "news".

In the past, the overly vulgar and pandering "sentimental writing method" was welcomed by readers, which also allowed the old-fashioned newspapers to continue this writing method.

But Sean has already seen that sensational writing is being abandoned by the times.

Of the four sample essays he found, two were from the New Testament Times. The hegemon of today's newspaper industry has already grasped the taste of readers in the new era, that is, news that is more "professional" rather than vulgar gossip stories.

Changing the tone and standards of manuscripts, conducting collective discussions and learning, this is a job that takes time, and the editorial department is busy because of this.

There are still five days before the publication of the new newspaper, and Sean's plan now is to use the first two days to interview and try to find a qualified editor-in-chief.

If he can't find it in two days, Sean can only push forward the revision work by himself.

Fortunately, however, the excessive attention received by the last issue of "New Testament Evening News" made Sean's job advertisement widely spread. On the first day of the holiday, Judy received many calls for interviews. After eliminating unsuitable candidates, Sean's day is already filled with interviews.

Let Judy prepare a pot of coffee, he sits in his office, ready for a day of fierce battle...

The interview went well.

Generally speaking, the soul position of a newspaper such as editor-in-chief is different from the grass-roots position. Some senior and experienced practitioners come. Moreover, it is usually necessary to chat with these senior people for a whole day before it is possible to determine the two sides. the intention of...

However, Sean Dickinson, who is an explorer, can take some interview methods that ordinary people can't imagine.

In the process of dealing with others, by paying attention to the color of the soul through Spirit Vision, you can know the true state of the other party.

He once used this method to play Texas Hold'em at the Brimstone Tavern in Undercurrent Street, and when he met an opponent who couldn't control his soul color, he was almost invincible...

Not to mention the current situation, he is interviewing for the home court.

As long as Sean sits in his seat, exudes some soul-level power, and then pays attention to the other party's reaction through Spirit Vision, he can know whether the person sitting opposite is suitable.

The fastest record, shortly after the interviewee came in, facing Sean, his soul was instantly filled with light green representing fear.

The gleaming green, like a ghost fire, spun wildly in his soul, smudged and overshadowed other colors...

Although it couldn't be seen on the surface, Sean knew that the person on the opposite side was already trying to escape.

If you want to be the editor-in-chief of his subordinates, even if you are just an ordinary person, your soul must not be shallow.

Soon, Sean lifted his power, got up and shook hands with the interviewee, and politely invited him away.

The entire interview process took less than a minute, and the two didn't even have a conversation.

But the other party didn't have any complaints about this - after a short meeting, he already knew that he was not qualified for this position.

After excluding six unsuitable people in a row, Sean, who was approaching the end of get off work, finally felt that he seemed to be about to find the right person.

Sitting in front of him at the moment is a quiet and wise middle-aged man.

He was wearing a tailored grey suit and a gold ring on the tail finger of his left hand.

He has black and white hair, combed back neatly; behind the gold-rimmed glasses, like a pair of eagle eyes, his brows are habitually wrinkled.

He was not afraid to look at Sean, those eyes seemed to be checking all the time, and they also contained a lot of experience...

A middle-aged man who is quite tolerant.

Due to family affairs, he left the "Northern New York Review", and when he returned to the workplace again, there was already a suitable candidate for the position of editor-in-chief.

It was during this free time that he learned that the New Testament Evening News before the revision was recruiting an editor-in-chief, so he appeared here.

Robert, editor-in-chief of the North New York Review. Sean seems to have heard the name.

An absolutely competent editor-in-chief.

After answering Sean's question perfectly, Mr. Robert's lazy eyes wandered for a moment, and then focused again.

It's been very satisfying. Sean thought to himself. He put up Robert's information and knocked on the table: only the last step.

"Mr. Robert, this is the last question today - why did you choose journalism in the first place?" While asking this question, Sean's eyes looked straight into the depths of Robert's pupils.

What the senior editor didn't notice was that there was a little golden fire in the depths of Sean's eyes.

Ordinary spiritual vision can only see the color of a person's soul at most, but Sean confirmed it with spiritual vision. Mr. Robert has remained calm and emotional.

And by using a bit of the power of "Oath Fire" in Spirit Vision, Sean can see through the surface of the opponent's soul through his sight and go straight to the core——

He can see the "flame" deep in the other person's soul, which is his passion.

When Mr. Robert pondered this question, Sean saw the condition in his heart.

He saw ruins and rubble, a scene of depression and decay.

The sky was overcast, and Robert's whole world seemed hopeless.

Sean doesn't care what Robert is saying anymore...

Using that little divine power, he discovered Robert's secret hidden in the depths.

This senior editor, in his heart, a certain belief has collapsed, leaving only ruins.

With that, his entire inner world fell into darkness.

He no longer has the passion for pioneering, and all he can offer Sean is the habitual work brought about by decades of editing experience.

Maybe he can be the editor-in-chief of an ordinary newspaper, but Sean needs more.

When Robert was still trying to recall his original intentions, Sean interrupted him: "Mr. Robert?"

The other party pulled away from the narrative, his eyes were slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Sean tried to think carefully about the words: "I think I have a certain understanding of you...

"Maybe you want to hide it well, but there are some situations that I can't hide."

Robert's eyes widened slightly, as if in disbelief: "You... what do you mean?"

"You have encountered major setbacks in this industry, right?"

After hearing this, Robert didn't speak, just opened his mouth in surprise.

"I can feel that you really want to be the editor-in-chief, but for some reason, some of the things you originally believed in have collapsed..."

"My advice is, don't rush to work - maybe you want to get into work to cheer yourself up a bit, but trust me, it's just counterproductive..."

Following Sean's narration, Robert had lost that kind of bearing, and there was a hint of disappointment in his surprised expression.

Having said that, Sean picked up the piece of paper in his hand and wrote down Mr. Jung's phone number: "You'd better take a break and relax.

"Also, if you want, you can contact this Mr. Jung.

"He is my friend, he can heal the wounds in people's hearts..."

At first, Robert had no idea what was going on.

Then, as if he forgot to close his mouth, his lower lip began to tremble slightly.

The "role" he built finally began to collapse. With his extraordinary bearing, he collapsed, slumped in the chair as if a snowman had melted away, and his eyes wandered: "I-I thought no one would see it...

"I thought that as long as I kept working, I could get rid of that feeling of hopelessness...

He pursed his dry mouth: "I don't know how you did it~www.mtlnovel.com~ but swear to God, I feel much more relaxed -- thank you very much...

"No one saw it, no one..."

He covered his mouth, his eyes were red, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After sending Mr. Robert away, Sean looked up at the office clock. It is six o'clock in the afternoon.

Colleagues in the editorial department are still discussing in the conference room - they have basically formulated the new manuscript standards.

Sean is already feeling a little tired.

After going through Robert's interview, he was inevitably tainted with some pessimism.

Even if he has some abilities that are different from ordinary people, two days is still too hasty for finding an editor-in-chief.

He plans to take a break from get off work. He has lost his optimism about whether he can find the right person tomorrow.

Just as she stood up and put on her clothes, Judy's head came in through the door: "Mr. Dickinson, there is another interviewee..."

And the interviewee? Sean remembered that there were only seven appointments today.

"He found it himself..."

Seeing the embarrassed look on Judy's face, Sean asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's a little..." Judy's fingernail-painted finger pointed at her face and turned, "He's a little, er... strange."

strangeness?

Sean didn't understand what Judy meant, and frowned slightly.

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