Sean once again returned to the "Daily News" newspaper office, which was still noisy and hot.
Sean walked directly into the editor's room. Edward was taking a nap, but when he saw Sean walking in, he stood up immediately: "Sean, you're here! How was the effect of that advertisement? Have you found your sister?"
"Thanks to you, the advertising effect is good. I have got new clues and I am continuing to delve deeper." Sean took off his hat, "Mr. Smith, I have a press release to hand over to you."
Edward Smith's eyes lit up: "Give it to me, let me see!"
Sean smiled apologetically and pointed to his forehead: "The manuscript is still here, you can't read it yet."
Under Edward's confused gaze, Sean smiled and said, "I need a typewriter and a quiet room."
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Edward led Sean to a nearby office and kicked out the freckled intern who was scolded so badly last time.
"Sean, you can use this office to write manuscripts these days." Edward gently left the office.
Sean pulled out his chair and sat down, muttering: "It won't take that long."
He clenched his fist, relaxed his fingers, then stuck the white paper on the typewriter and began to copy the manuscript in his mind.
Sean typed very fast, but he felt that he could be faster.
While using both hands, he also separated several fingers from his ectoplasmic tentacles to assist in typing with both hands.
It was a little awkward at first, but since the spiritual essence is as flexible as fingers, Sean gradually got used to the cooperation between the two fingers, and his typing speed gradually became faster and faster, even surpassing the previous typing with both hands...
After transcribing the first page of the manuscript, Sean basically mastered the trick of typing with both hands and ectoplasmic tentacles. His typing speed was more than twice as fast as before!
The typewriter outputted letters at an almost ridiculous speed. The letters struck out by black ink were like water droplets pouring out of a fountain. The metal tapping sounds of the keyboard even became one. Sean had to start to endure the pain of the mechanical typewriter. Tapping delay…
Because the blinds were closed, people outside the office couldn't see what was going on inside, but they could hear the sounds coming from inside the room - some people stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look at the office : It’s like there’s a team of writers typing furiously at the same time!
"Who is it? Typing so fast?" Reporters and editors are people who often use typewriters. They can't imagine that anyone in the world can type at such a speed...
Kachin!
Sean let out a sigh of relief and took the last page of manuscript off the typewriter.
He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch...
"It only took fifteen minutes to complete this 3,000-word in-depth interview..." Sean nodded with satisfaction, "It's a pity that the typing process on the typewriter was delayed, otherwise it could have been faster."
He stood up and was about to take out the manuscript when he suddenly thought: "To complete a manuscript of this length in fifteen minutes, Edward will think that I came with the manuscript, or that there is some weird event involved..."
"When people face extraordinary things, their nerves are very fragile..." Thinking of this, Sean sat down and started typing on the keyboard. "It's better to behave more reasonably..."
After typing for fifteen minutes, Sean took the manuscript and went to see Edward.
When Sean entered, Edward was still teasing a very fat cat. He didn't expect anyone to come in at this moment, so he quickly chased the cat off his knees: "How are you, Sean? Is everything going well?"
Sean placed the manuscript on Edward's desk: "It went very well - it's finished."
Confusion appeared on Edward's face, and he looked at Sean from behind the brown glasses: "But Sean, it's only been half an hour..."
Sean shrugged: "I type very quickly. And, on the way here, I had already written the manuscript in my mind."
It’s not just seventy-seven or eighty-eight, it’s all written. Sean thought to himself, but didn't say it out loud.
Edward's expression became a little serious. He didn't want to misjudge Sean's moral character - if he was just a random guy, he would be very disappointed.
He took the manuscript and began to read it carefully...
One minute, he had a scrutinizing expression, and then his eyebrows gradually expanded...
For the next ten minutes, his expression never changed - his eyes were fixed on the manuscript paper, and he entered a state of immersion in which he wanted to understand a piece of news in depth and then read it very carefully.
"Oh my god, Sean." Edward threw the manuscript on the desk, took off his glasses, and rubbed the roots, "Oh my god, oh my god, Sean!"
"This is perfect. There isn't even a wrong letter in this manuscript, and the grammar is extremely rigorous. Of course, this evaluation standard is too low for you, but you only spent half an hour -" He seemed to dare not Xin Zhi generally picked up the manuscript again and looked through it, "I mean, writing a manuscript that can be directly printed in such a short period of time, this kind of thing..."
Edward Smith, an old editor who has been in the industry for twenty years, shook his head: "How the hell did you do such a thing?"
Sean smiled lightly: "I have written many, many manuscripts..." Of course, I can't say that I copied the manuscripts in my mind like a ghost octopus with two hands, "I train day after day, so I am more..." skilled."
Edward stood up, his nose and cheekbones turned red, and he patted Sean's arm forcefully: "A decent reporter! A very decent reporter!
"I have accepted this manuscript, and I have accepted it according to the highest standards of a large-scale interview!"
Sean was very excited, but his face remained calm. He went to the accounting office to pay cash. One such article directly brought him an income of 30 New Zealand dollars - a month's salary for some journalists who were just starting out in the industry!
Newspapers rarely give such treatment to reporters who are not well-known in the industry. However, Sean's articles are indeed excellent, and coupled with Edward's preference, that's why he gets this unusual treatment.
After chatting with Edward about Mr. Raul's situation for a while, Sean stood up and left.
On the way from the editor's office to the exit, all the reporters and editors who were often scolded by Edward looked at Sean with an almost admiring look - who is he that can let that person The devil named Edward Smith, treated so politely?
Sean walked downstairs of the newspaper office, and suddenly he heard rapid footsteps behind him.
The vicious piercing was ready. He turned around vigilantly, and the ectoplasm blade almost hit the face of the person coming, but the person turned a blind eye.
He had messy blond curly hair and a face full of freckles: "Mr. Dickinson!"
"You are?" Sean met him twice. The first time was in the editor's office, when he was scolded by Edward until he almost cried; the second time just now, in order for him to write a manuscript, this freckles intern Kicked out of the office by Edward.
"Mr. Dickinson, I'm sorry that I was a little abrupt - I heard the editor's comment on your manuscript," the freckled boy gasped. He seemed to be chasing after me. "I mean, before you came, I thought he was A bad...well, a person who never praises others."
"Well, what do you want to say?"
"I want to say that I also want to write articles like yours. I want to be a 'big reporter'!" His blue eyes were shining. Although he was already in his twenties, his eyes were like a child's.
A smile appeared on Sean's lips - he seemed to see himself when he first entered the industry: "What's your name?"
"Jim Cain, my colleagues call me Jimmy." Sean found that he actually blushed.
"Listen, Jimmy, actually I don't have any magic tricks." Sean said, "If you really want to write a good manuscript, I have a few books to recommend to you - if you can read it patiently, There will definitely be improvement..."
As he spoke, Sean suddenly noticed that Jimmy was wearing a badge on his left chest. The pattern was a short staff entwined with two snakes.
Jimmy caught Sean's gaze and looked down at the double snake staff badge he was wearing: "This is the symbol of the messenger god [Melinas]..."
Sean had heard of this god's name. The belief in [Melinas] has appeared since the Wem era in Europe. This god holding a double snake staff should have followed the immigrants from Europe to this new continent. [Molinas] is a relatively niche belief in modern times.
Although Jimmy was only an intern, he was also a reporter. Sean, who had always wanted to decide what he believed in, was curious about this, so he asked: "Why did you choose to believe in Him?"
Jimmy: "According to legend, [Melinas] was once the messenger of God. As a modern 'message disseminator', I think it is very consistent with his former mission..."
"Messenger of God?" Sean looked at the silver double snake staff badge that reflected the sunlight, and was slightly moved.
