The two-day holiday passed quickly. When Sean returned to the newspaper office, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere had changed.
When I first came here, I could feel some depression and panic in this old newspaper office.
After the dramatic moments on the first day and 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 he arrived in the morning, Sean convened a meeting with the editorial department.
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 cater to the imagination of the employees, Sean did not state that this was the goal within three days of the new newspaper's release, but only vaguely said that this number should be reached as soon as possible.
Second, he shared his rough ideas about the new newspaper’s section structure, manuscript form, etc. with all members of the editorial department.
However, Sean has no plans to deepen and implement the content before finding a new editor-in-chief.
After all, he needed an editor-in-chief to carry out the work, rather than doing it all himself.
However, in order to ensure that he can catch up with the schedule, he has asked the editorial department to start preparing news, and set the tone of future manuscripts with the four sample articles he found.
In short, it is to change from the previous "sensational writing" to become more "objective" and "rational", and try to explain the news as professionally as possible.
In other words, it changes from "grapevine" to more readable and nutritious "news".
In the past, news that was too vulgar and catered to "sensational writing" was welcomed by readers, which also allowed conservative newspapers to continue this writing style.
But Sean has already realized that sensational writing is being abandoned by the times.
Two of the four sample essays he found came from the New Testament Times. This current newspaper hegemon has already grasped the taste of readers in the new era, which is news with a more "professional feel" instead of vulgar scandal stories.
Changing the tonality and standards of the manuscript, conducting collective discussions and learning, this is a time-consuming task, and the editorial department is therefore busy.
There are still five days until the new newspaper is released, and Sean's current plan is to use the first two days to conduct interviews and try to find a qualified editor-in-chief.
If he couldn't find it within two days, Sean would have to rely on himself to advance the revision work.
Fortunately, however, the overwhelming attention received by the last issue of the New Testament Evening News allowed Sean's recruitment notice to spread widely. On the first day after the holiday, Judy received many calls seeking interviews. After eliminating unsuitable candidates, Sean's day has been filled with interviews.
Asking Judy to prepare a pot of coffee, he sat in his office, ready for a day of fierce battle...
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The interview went fairly smoothly.
Generally speaking, the soul positions of a newspaper, such as the editor-in-chief, are different from the grassroots positions. They are filled by senior and seasoned practitioners. Moreover, it usually takes a whole day of chatting with these senior people before it is possible to determine the relationship between the two parties. intention...
But as an explorer, Sean Dickinson can adopt some interview methods that ordinary people cannot imagine.
In the process of dealing with others, by paying attention to the color of the soul through spiritual vision, you can know the true status of the other person.
He once used this method to play Texas Hold'em poker in the Brimstone Tavern on Undercurrent Street. When he encountered an opponent who couldn't control the color of his soul, he was almost invincible...
Not to mention the current situation where he is interviewing for home games.
As long as Sean sits in his seat, exudes some soul-level power, and then pays attention to the other person's reaction through spiritual vision, he can know whether the person sitting opposite is suitable.
The fastest record, shortly after the interviewer came in and faced Sean, his soul was instantly filled with the light green color representing fear.
The sparkling green like a will-o'-the-wisp, swirled crazily in his soul, smeared, and overshadowed other colors...
Although it couldn't be seen from the surface, Sean knew that the person on the other side was already trying to escape.
If you want to serve as the editor-in-chief under him, even if you are just an ordinary person, your soul size must not be shallow.
Soon, Sean lost his authority, stood up, shook hands with the interviewer, and politely asked him to leave.
The entire interview lasted less than a minute, and the two of them didn't even have a single conversation.
But the other party had no complaints about this - after just a short meeting, he already knew that he was not qualified for this position.
After eliminating six unsuitable people in a row, Sean, who was almost off work, finally felt that he was about to find the right person.
Sitting in front of him now was a calm and wise middle-aged man.
He wore a tailored gray suit and a gold ring on the little finger of his left hand.
He has black hair with white streaks, neatly combed back; his gold-rimmed glasses look like a pair of eagle eyes, and his brows are habitually wrinkled.
He is not afraid to look into Sean's eyes. Those eyes seem to be scrutinizing all the time and contain a lot of experience...
A rather dignified middle-aged man.
Due to family matters, I left the New York Review and when I returned to work, 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 a chief editor, so he appeared here.
Robert is the editor-in-chief of the North New York Review. Sean seems to have heard of this name.
An absolutely competent editor-in-chief.
After answering Sean's question perfectly, Mr. Robert's lazy eyes wandered away for a moment, and then focused again.
It's already very satisfying. Sean thought to himself. He put Robert's information up and knocked it on the table: there was only one last step left.
"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 always remained calm and calm.
And by using a bit of the power of "Fire of Oath" in spiritual 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 "fire" deep in the other person's soul, which is his passion.
As Mr. Robert pondered this question, Sean saw what was going on inside him.
He saw ruins and rubble, a scene of depression and decay.
The sky was overcast and Robert's whole world seemed hopeless.
Sean no longer cares what Robert is saying...
Using a little bit of magical power, he discovered Robert's secrets hidden deep inside.
This senior editor, a certain belief in his heart has collapsed, leaving only ruins.
As a result, his entire inner world fell into darkness.
He no longer had the passion to create, and all he could provide Sean was the habitual work brought about by decades of editing experience.
Maybe he could handle the editor-in-chief duties of an ordinary newspaper, but Sean needed more.
When Robert was still trying to recall his original intention, Sean interrupted him: "Mr. Robert?"
The other party pulled away from the narration, his eyes slightly confused: "What's wrong?"
Sean tried to choose his words: "I think I already have a certain understanding of you...
"Maybe you want to hide it, but there are some situations that cannot be hidden from me."
Robert's eyes widened slightly, as if in disbelief: "You...what are you referring to?"
"You have encountered major setbacks in this industry, right?"
After hearing this, Robert did not speak, but opened his mouth slightly in surprise.
"I can feel that you still want to be qualified for the job of editor-in-chief, but for some reasons, some of the things you originally believed in have collapsed..."
“My advice is, don’t rush into work just yet – maybe you want to throw yourself into work to cheer yourself up a little bit, but trust me, that’s just the opposite…”
As Sean narrated, Robert had lost that grace, and his surprised expression showed a trace of hesitation.
With that said, Sean picked up the piece of paper in his hand and wrote Mr. Jung’s phone number: “You’d better take a break and relax.
“Also, if you wish, 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 happening.
Then, as if he had forgotten to close his mouth, his lower lip began to tremble slightly.
The "character" he constructed finally began to collapse. With his extraordinary bearing, he slumped down and slumped in his chair as if a snowman had melted. His eyes wandered a little: "I, I thought no one would notice...
"I thought if I just kept working, I could get rid of that feeling of despair...
He pursed his dry mouth: "I don't know how you did it, but I swear to God, I feel much more relaxed - thank you very much...
"No one sees it, no one..."
He covered his mouth, his eyes were red, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.
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After seeing Mr. Robert off, Sean looked up at the clock in the office. It's six o'clock in the afternoon.
Editorial colleagues are still discussing in the conference room - they have basically formulated new manuscript standards.
Sean was already feeling a little tired.
After experiencing Robert's interview, he was inevitably tainted with some pessimism.
Even if I have some abilities that are different from ordinary people, two days is still too hasty to find an editor-in-chief.
He planned to take a break from get off work. He is no longer as optimistic as before about whether he can find the right person tomorrow.
As soon as she stood up and put on her clothes, Judy poked her head in from the door: "Mr. Dickinson, another interviewer is here..."
Are there any interviewers? Sean remembered that there were only seven reservations made today.
"He found it himself..."
Seeing the troubled look on Judy's face, Sean asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"There's something about him..." Judy pointed at her face with her nail polished finger and turned around, "There's something about him, uh... weird."
strangeness?
Sean didn't understand what Judy meant and frowned slightly.
