"Welcome to the New Testament Evening News...Dickinson, Mr. President!"
He came over with a confident expression on his face and a little friendly smile...
Mr. Dickinson held out his hand, and John Jackson held out his hand somewhat flattered.
The president's hands are very warm and strong, as if they can give people hope.
John suddenly understood everything. He didn't know why, but he knew that the man in front of him was the savior of this newspaper.
This feeling of being inspired made John's eyes warm and his nose sore. He seemed to have suffered too much before he found his soulmate...
Of course, it was strange to cry just after meeting 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 reception backboard of the New Testament Evening News, stood thirty people. Mr. Bennett once said that these people are the newspaper's most important asset. Although there are vast differences in newspaper philosophy, Sean agrees with the former owner.
A fat woman with a pretty face and a gentle voice walked over from the front row of employees and handed a sunflower basket to Sean's hand. Sean had met her yesterday, she was the assistant manager, Judy Walter.
Judy said with a smile on her face: "Welcome, Mr. Dickinson."
Sean smiled and handed the flower basket to Olivia next to him.
He stared at the employees who welcomed him with friendly eyes.
Although almost all he saw were smiling faces, Sean could read a lot from their expressions:
A few people were excited about his arrival, but most of them had mask-like smirks on their faces.
A few of them don't even bother to pretend to smile.
While looking around all the employees, Sean noticed something and asked, "Where's Mr. Editor-in-Chief? He didn't come today?"
Editor-in-Chief Steve Ryan, the leader of the conservative faction within the newspaper, and the patriarch who has the deepest affection for the Bennett family...
Sean was not surprised that he was not in the welcome queue.
"Oh..." The reporter team leader with a fake smile, Vincent, a tall and lanky man, walked through the crowd like a kangaroo wearing leather shoes and said in a sharp voice, "Mr. Ryan seems to be answering a very loud call. For the important call, he said he would come right after he answered 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 put the employees at ease.
Taking advantage of the softened atmosphere, Sean spoke calmly and freely. These are words of reassurance and encouragement for employees.
After the speech, amid the applause of the employees, Sean clearly felt that the slightly nervous and low-spirited atmosphere when he first entered the newspaper office had dissipated - he knew that he had left a good impression on most people.
As for those who could not be influenced by any means, he was not in a hurry.
After letting everyone go back to their jobs, Sean Olivia walked towards the president's office under the leadership of John and Judy.
As soon as I reached the door with frosted glass, the door next to the president's office opened, and a man wearing dark glasses, slightly cloudy blue eyes, and loose lips and chin came out with full apology. , explained with a hoarse voice: "Oh! Mr. Dickinson! I'm sorry!
Editor-in-chief Steve Ryan reached out and shook Sean's hand.
"I was on the phone just now. It was Williams, the editor-in-chief of The Sun. The guy kept talking like a trash can... Oh my God, I couldn't greet 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 edition and expand the sports section, so they are poaching people everywhere. He and I are old friends, but I didn't expect the call to come to me..."
Sean chuckled lightly, feeling that the editor-in-chief in front of him didn't have any good ideas for running a newspaper, but he was good at making people angry.
Not only did he deliberately not come to greet the new boss, but the first meeting with the new boss revealed that other newspapers were poaching...
Isn't this just a threat after finishing the show?
He smiled and gave Sean a slap in the face.
Sean suddenly understood the aggrieved look of the young man beside him, John, who greeted him at the door.
There is indeed a big-bellied evil dragon entrenched in the newspaper office...
However, the editor-in-chief is the soul of a newspaper, and Sean doesn't want to act rashly yet. Therefore, although I was dissatisfied with the old editor's hypocritical behavior in my heart, my face didn't show it at all.
"Then what did you tell him?" Sean said calmly.
"With whom?"
"Editor-in-Chief Williams."
"Oh! I told him, don't take any chances with us! Our newspaper office is doing very well now! Everything is business as usual!"
The corners of Sean's mouth sank and he put on an expression of appreciation: "That's a good reply. If he calls again, tell him that I want to treat him to dinner."
Sean blinked his right eye.
Steve Ryan was a little surprised by the reaction of the young man in front of him, so he could only laugh a few times.
John, who had long wanted to end this conversation, saw Sean's focus shift forward, and quickly pushed open the door with the words "Mr. Sean Dickinson, President of the New Testament Evening News" on the glass, and led Xiao En walked into his office.
Judy has thoughtfully opened the blinds and curtains facing the outside, and the morning sunlight shines into the office just right.
This space of about 80 square meters gave Sean some surprises.
Leather sofa swivel chair, large desk, non-ostentatious glass chandelier, exquisite desk decorations that match the overall color, bright glass wine bottles filled with brandy, and an oil painting of Mr. Bennett hanging behind the desk in the sun. A few spots of white light are reflected in the dark parts, making the quiet founder of the newspaper appear alive.
Obviously, Mr. Bennett is a gentleman with good taste and loves neatness. The president's office he left for himself is not only well-decorated and equipped with comfortable utensils, but also extremely tidy. Although this is a space that was renovated inside a factory, it did not cope with it at all. a feeling of……
Sean walked around the office quite comfortably, resting his hands on the leather swivel chair that looked very comfortable.
He sighed softly. After arriving at the president's office, he felt strongly what it was like to own a newspaper.
"Mr. President, do you have any orders?" Judy asked softly, and Sean came back to his senses.
The mind that had been temporarily suspended due to feeling the surroundings started to work again. Sean spoke quickly and ordered: "Judy, please remind the heads of each department that I will have a meeting this afternoon or tomorrow. Everyone in the editorial department will Everyone and the top leaders of each department must be there.”
"OK."
"Oh, by the way, make me a pot of coffee before that."
"OK."
Sean then turned to John: "John, I need you to bring me this month's New Testament Evening News, especially today's copy."
"Okay, Mr. Dickinson."
As soon as the words fell, Judy and John quickly walked out of the office.
Sean was slightly relieved: Although there must be people in the newspaper office who are unwilling to cooperate with him, at least the two generals from the president's office are not among them.
Sean found that there was a small space for secretaries to work in the door area of the office, so he arranged Olivia there.
Not long after, coffee and newspapers were 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.
Sean was stunned when he saw the headlines on the front page.
As John walked towards the door, he heard Mr. Dickinson's voice behind him:
"John, we won't wait until tomorrow. There will be a meeting this afternoon. Go tell everyone."
