Steve Ryan sits in his office.
It can be seen from his eyes that his soul seems to be wandering outside.
The editor-in-chief, who leads the entire editorial department to compete with the new president, was full of energy and fighting spirit just now, but now he is as dull and depressed as a hungover old man.
He already looked older, but now he looked even older.
Ryan stood up desperately, finally realizing that he had made a huge mistake——
Sean Dickinson is not Mr. Bennett.
The New Testament Evening News is not a kingdom of its own.
He really wants to leave the newspaper he has worked for for many years...
In a daze, he suddenly wanted to go to the office next door and admit his mistake to the young man.
He wanted to admit that he was wrong, that he should not proclaim himself king, and should not try to control everything in the newspaper...
One should not put oneself above others.
Ryan stood up and walked towards the door.
After taking a few steps, he stopped again——
He can't do it.
He couldn't admit his mistake to a young man.
Let all employees of the newspaper know that in order to keep his position, Steve Ryan admitted his mistake to the new boss...
This was a greater suffering for him than losing his job.
In an instant, his mind changed again.
What changed with his thoughts was his eyes.
His eyes, which originally showed confusion and helplessness, suddenly became fierce and sinister.
I am not wrong, why should I admit my mistake?
All the fault lies with Sean Dickinson!
If this young boy hadn't appeared, he could have continued to control the "Evening News" according to his own ideas...
Sales are down, is it my fault? !
People nowadays are becoming more and more superficial and impetuous. Is it my fault? !
Today's newspapers are competing to sell their souls and do anything to attract attention...
Are these my fault? !
That brat, he doesn’t know anything!
I just know how to cater to this increasingly dirty era!
Ryan's eyes looked out the window, where the atmosphere in the editorial office seemed particularly solemn.
He saw many people writing something on typewriters.
Reporter team leader Vincent noticed his gaze and looked back with firm eyes...
As a result, his brows relaxed a little.
He knew that not only Vincent, but also the reporters would definitely leave with him.
Because he had reminded in a subtle way before that "The Sun" was expanding its staff, and even if the "Evening News" disappeared, they could directly take up the post...
Those young editors may be embarrassed, but the entire reporter team will follow him!
Editor-in-Chief Ryan's eyes narrowed, and a trace of joy appeared in his heart: Sean Dickinson, don't blame me for doing my best, this is what you will get if you don't respect me!
Nowadays, the entire industry is in short supply of reporters. Without interviewers, I wonder how you will run this newspaper!
It will take at least two months to rebuild the newspaper's interview system.
Within these two months, the Evening News will most likely cease operations.
So, this means the failure of this self-righteous Mr. Dickinson!
As if he had seen Sean's defeat, a smile appeared on the editor-in-chief's face.
One reporter after another, reporters walked into Sean's office with white envelopes.
More people choose to leave their jobs than Ryan imagined!
The editor-in-chief finally felt relieved. He walked calmly back to his desk, used the typewriter he had not used for a long time, and began to write his resignation letter...
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As get off work time approached, Steve Ryan left his office and stood in the middle of the newsroom.
He knew that Sean would announce his resignation next, and he wanted to take these people out of the newspaper office to show a break and let Mr. Dickinson taste the consequences of his misbehavior.
And those young people stood by his side. Considering that he had been harsh to them all, this moment touched him a little.
He secretly made up his mind to demand better wages for these young people from Editor-in-Chief Williams of The Sun!
The new president of the "Evening News" walked out of the office, holding an envelope in his hand. He said to everyone: "I regret to announce that our editor-in-chief, Mr. Steve Ryan, has chosen to resign...
“No matter what his future career plans are and which newspaper he will work for next, the Evening Standard will never forget the outstanding contributions he has made.
"Let us bless him together and wish him all the best and a bright future!"
Everyone in the newsroom applauded, including Vincent, the reporter team leader.
How is this going? Ryan looked around in disbelief.
Didn’t a lot of people just submit their resignation letters? !
Seeing that Ryan was a little confused, Sean explained with a gentle smile on his face: "Oh, Mr. Ryan, don't worry about the future of the newspaper.
“Many colleagues just felt sorry for coming to my office to protest, so they all expressed their apologies to me in writing...
"They will all do well."
Ryan suddenly understood what was happening.
They were worried that they would waver, so they all pretended to submit letters of resignation.
It wasn't the newspaper office they wanted to leave...
But me.
It wasn't the newspaper they wanted to leave...it was me!
Suddenly, Ryan began to sweat and became dizzy.
He didn't expect that he was really going to leave the New Testament Evening News, and he was leaving alone!
Even that Vincent...
He looked blankly at the reporter team leader, who had no expression on his face and just clapped along with other employees.
Among all the people applauding, John Jackson's heartbeat was as intense as the applause at this moment.
He seemed to see a warrior holding a sword slaying the dragon.
Witness with your own eyes that the cancer entrenched in the deepest parts of "Evening News" has been eliminated.
For a long time, Sean Dickinson was his savior.
Steve Ryan was a little unsteady on his feet. He staggered a few steps and quietly held on to the table next to him.
It had been a long time since he had "enjoyed" such a long round of applause from his colleagues.
In the farewell atmosphere, Ryan stumbled around and walked out of the newspaper office.
Go home, I have to go home... Ryan walked to the street and murmured in a low voice, opened the too tight collar, as if to search for his long lost soul, and walked aimlessly. .
After sending away the former editor-in-chief, Sean turned around with ease to face the editorial department that had completely taken orders from him:
"Okay, everyone.
"Let us bless Mr. Ryan. Of course, we must also bless ourselves - I hope I can find an outstanding editor-in-chief as soon as possible." The three editors in the editorial department are too young to take on the important task of editor-in-chief. Sean We still have to find ways to fill this gap.
“Until then, I will be taking on the duties of editor-in-chief.”
"In addition..." Sean turned his attention to the reporter team leader, "Vincent, you and Mr. Ryan seemed to be very close before. After he leaves, will it be okay for you to carry out your work?"
After Ryan left, Vincent seemed to be a new person. Hearing Sean's name, he stood up straight and did not dare to be disrespectful: "No problem, Mr. Dickinson! I will do my best to Complete the work you ask with enthusiasm!”
"Very good." Sean tilted his head regardless of his previous suspicion. The other reporters looked at Vincent with disbelief, as if they were looking at some strange species.
“Then let’s do what I decided at the meeting.
"Starting today, the Evening News will be suspended for seven days. In order to adjust everyone's mood and status, the next two days will be additional paid holidays."
Suddenly getting two days off, low cheers erupted in the editorial office.
“After the holidays, I will announce the paper’s new name.
"Of course, the name of the newspaper will definitely not be the only change - after construction starts, I will determine the sections of the new newspaper, as well as the subsequent news gathering and editing standards, etc...
"Those are things for later," Sean waved his hand, "Just get off work today and enjoy your vacation."
In an unprecedented relaxed atmosphere, the members of the New Testament Evening News ushered in an unexpected holiday.
I don’t know why, but after some conflict and “drama,” the entire newspaper’s original worries about the new president were all wiped out.
Instead, there is an expectation.
It seemed that after everything they had just experienced, the newspaper staff had gotten to know Sean Dickinson, and they also knew one thing...
This man will really bring unimaginable changes to the newspaper.
