Finally, the noise outside the door subsided a little.
Sean knew that the employees had basically made a decision.
Most people decided to continue working and wait and see what happens. Some thorny people were still standing outside the president's office, preparing to start a debate with themselves.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and Judy poked her head in, her voice cautious: "Mr. Dickinson, the editor-in-chief and the reporters are looking for you..."
"Let them one by one..." Before Sean could finish his words, Judy was pushed into the office.
Editor-in-chief Steve Ryan walked in in a hurry, followed by his follower, reporter team leader Vincent, as well as five reporters and three editors with different expressions. The messy footsteps created an unstable atmosphere.
Sean was surrounded by a group of people, but Olivia Windchime didn't make any move. She just sat behind her desk and continued reading.
Sean couldn't help but frowned: "I said, if you want to discuss anything with me, you can come to me one by one."
Ryan's attitude remained respectful on the surface, and he said calmly: "Yes, we know your request - but when we discussed outside the door, we had the same thoughts and opinions. If we come here one by one, I'm afraid you will waste your precious time..."
Sean didn't have a seizure, he just looked at the group of people in front of him quietly.
They have different expressions, some have a straight face like Ryan, some hide themselves behind the crowd, and a few dare not look directly into their eyes...
Sean was sure that if he asked them to come to him alone, they might not show up, but at this moment, being encouraged by the editor-in-chief and team leader, he seemed to feel that he had strength.
Judy quietly walked out the door. In order to maintain the dignity of her boss, she wanted to close the office door, but Sean shook his head slightly.
Judy, who was quick-thinking, understood what the boss meant and just closed the door a little, leaving a side opening.
Sean originally wanted to talk to each of them individually and use private dialogue to break up this "collective forced abortion" situation.
In that case, he estimated that the worst outcome would be that Ryan and Vincent would take away one or two reporters and editors, and the newspaper would still be able to operate normally...
Unexpectedly, this Steve Ryan showed no regard for mercy at all - he took almost the entire editing force of the editorial department and rushed into his office.
His intentions are very clear.
He wants to give the new young boss a slap in the face, and he wants to continue to hold the actual power of the newspaper as he did in the Bennett era. He wants Sean to take back the order he just gave at the meeting...
Although Sean knew what he wanted to do, he still crossed his hands, sat upright, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't appreciate your disrespect for your superiors, I can also feel that you have a strong desire to express yourself.
“I can ignore your rudeness during this special time.
"Since you really want to express something, then please say it."
Ryan's eyes with cloudy edges revealed a sharpness at this moment, trying to pierce Sean's soul: "Mr. Dickinson, as a representative of the editorial department, what I want to say is that we really understand your attempt to save The heart of newspaper sales…
"But we all agree," Old Ryan looked back at the young people behind him, "and we all agree that the decision you just made at the meeting remains to be discussed..."
"Is there anything to discuss?" Sean could feel his patience slipping away little by little, but he also enjoyed the feeling of controlling his emotions. "Is there anything else worth discussing about this matter?"
Ryan closed his eyes, as if he was taming a stubborn horse: "We all believe that whether it is changing the name, content or pricing, these are not suitable for the current New Testament Evening News."
"Do you all think so?" Sean looked past the editor-in-chief blocking the front and asked the young people behind him directly.
No one answered, and the air in the office became dull.
The editor-in-chief continued: "You don't have to doubt it, we all just..."
Sean suddenly stood up.
In the eyes of Ryan and the reporters and editors, he was so tall that the moment he stood up, they all couldn't help but lean back slightly.
Sean’s tone didn’t turn harsh, but anyone knew there was no doubt what he was saying: “Don’t try to talk to me about the direction of the newspaper.
"What I said was a 'decision', not a 'proposal' for everyone to discuss.
"I think the way you perform your duties should be to resolutely fulfill my requirements, instead of taking the salary of the "Evening News" and rushing into my office to try to interfere with my decision."
"Mr. Dickinson! The New Testament Evening News is a place that advocates a free atmosphere. I'm afraid your autocratic approach will not be appreciated by the employees!" Ryan's tone seemed to be very painful. "If under your leadership, the newspaper will If the atmosphere is like this, we may have to leave!”
Sean knew that because the door was open, Ryan's words had drifted outside.
The employees outside the door almost held their breath. Everyone knew what was going on—the editor-in-chief was threatening the new boss with collective resignation.
"Mr. Dickinson, I didn't want to say these words..." Ryan raised his hands, as if to lighten the atmosphere, "I just wanted to remind you..."
"Who do you mean by 'we'?" Sean suddenly asked.
"What?"
"When you said, 'we' had to leave, who were you talking about? Is it the entire editorial staff, or you and a few of your cronies?"
Ryan had a look of disbelief on his face: "Of course it's all the people behind me, what's wrong?"
Sean did not continue to look at the editor-in-chief. He held his arm, tapped his fingers, and looked at the person behind Ryan...
He's weighing in.
Judging from the demeanor of the reporters and editors behind Ryan, Sean believed that as long as he refused to resign collectively, not everyone would go with him.
There will probably be two or three reporters and editors left.
Sean really couldn't find so many qualified candidates in a short period of time, but...
He thought of the three typewriters in front of him in the independent reporter's office.
He knows that he can do the work of three reporters, and this is not yet his full output state.
In other words, even if the editor-in-chief takes some people away and cannot find suitable candidates within a short period of time, the Evening News will still be able to operate.
No one can threaten Sean Dickinson.
The new president nodded: "Ryan, I originally wanted to work with you to develop the Evening News.
“But it seems you declined the opportunity.
Ryan didn't understand what was happening...
Does this young man know what he is doing?
Does he really dare to risk the resignation of the entire editorial department to continue to confront him?
Even Mr. Bennett can't help himself, but he actually...
The editor-in-chief opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't.
"Thinking of himself as a hero, not thinking about progress, attacking dissidents, and suppressing the thoughts of young people..." Sean's eyes became cold, and he looked directly at the frightened editor-in-chief, making his face even paler.
"For my own desire for power and comfort, I will not hesitate to drag down the entire newspaper office..."
"You are the one who hinders the development of "Evening News"!"
John on the side opened his eyes wide, and his heart beat faster than ever - he once violently criticized the old editor in his dream, but he never expected that this scene would actually happen!
Sean walked up to Ryan step by step and said in a completely suppressive manner: "Steve Ryan, I have nothing to talk to you!" Ryan seemed to have used all his willpower not to sit on the ground. .
Sean looked behind him: "I believe the young people behind you have different ideas than you."
“Before I get off work today, I will accept anyone’s resignation, and the resignation procedures will be completed within today.
"However," Sean raised a finger and emphasized, "a collective resignation has no legal effect. I only accept resignations submitted individually."
He turned around, faced the two thorns, and said in a cold tone: "Ryan and Vincent, you two will stay at your workstations and write your resignation.
"If you dare to collude or instigate, I will regard it as affecting the normal production of the company and let the correctional officers take you away directly."
Sean lightly patted the dust on his clothes, stood upright, and said to the people in the newspaper office through the half-open door:
"Don't try to kidnap anyone again—"
"Let young people choose their own path."
