"A little weird?" Sean frowned slightly, looking a little confused.
Judy simply went into the office and closed the door.
"What's so strange?"
After thinking for a while, Judy sighed: "I want to find a more decent word to describe it, but I can't think of it. Let me tell you directly - he is ugly.
"Ugly?" Sean frowned, and the conversation he was having now made him a little confused.
"Well, it's ugly." Judy lowered her voice as if she was worried that people outside the door would hear, "It's the kind of image that I don't know if he can be qualified for the position of editor-in-chief..."
The editor-in-chief is not an external image post, and there are no requirements for external appearance.
Judy is not a mean or fussy person, so she would not have said this to herself unless the situation was very special.
Seeing Judy's reaction, Sean could probably guess that the uninvited interviewer did have major flaws in appearance.
For some reason, Judy's description of that person reminded Sean of "Mud", the weirdo who lost his memory on Maze Island.
To say ugly, he is probably the ugliest person in the world.
But……
Sean thought of the mud leading the Minotaur into the abyss.
Since then, he has learned that a beautiful heart may be hidden under an ugly appearance.
The president of the Evening News walked back to his seat and took off his coat: "Tell him to come in."
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Even though Sean was mentally prepared, he was a little surprised when the interviewer walked in.
He also understood Judy's "fuss".
Although a person's bearing is the most important, the flaws in the appearance of the visitor will indeed make people more concerned.
His lower teeth protruded out of his plump lips, like sparse tombstones on a barren ridge.
The eyes are a little squinted, and the pupils are not aligned in one direction. When you look at him, you don't know whether he is staring at you with his left eye or his right eye.
Although the nose is large, it is obviously difficult to breathe.
The eyebrows are extremely thick and dark, as if they are highlighted in black.
The hair is thinning, and a few long strands of hair on the temples stretch across the entire head in vain...
Even though Sean repeatedly reminded himself not to judge people by their appearance, he still had to admit that the other person's appearance was indeed hard to compliment.
The interview process cannot be taken lightly. Sean stood up, his aura was a little brighter, and he stretched out his hand towards the interviewer: "Sean Dickinson."
The other party did not take a step back, nor did his soul show any panic or nervousness. He also stretched out his hand: "Richard Norton."
If Sean was still doubtful about this gentleman's strengths from the moment he walked in, then after he spoke, Sean's impression of him suddenly improved a little bit——
His voice was as thick as rolling thunder, like a lion roaring.
He nodded modestly and said, "Mr. Dickinson, I want to thank you for your willingness to meet me.
“First of all, it’s almost time to get off work, and I came uninvited.
"Secondly, I believe that the briefing officer probably mentioned to you my cosmetic flaws.
"But you still chose to see me...
"This shows that you are a leader with a broad mind."
Sean didn't react much to the compliment, but tilted his head slightly to show the compliment.
As he sat down, he realized that he had some expectations for this interview.
"Mr. Dickinson, I have been following the press releases you wrote.
“That’s why I chose to come here today.
"Maybe we have never met before, let alone talked, but you are already my close friend."
These words made Sean smile: "Why do you say that?"
“I read a less obvious emotion in your manuscript—dissatisfaction.”
"Dissatisfied?" Most people don't mind others analyzing their works. After all, it is an honor, and Sean is not exempt from this.
"Yes. Dissatisfied." Norton nodded, "You have long been unable to stand the current atmosphere in the press."
"You can't wait to bury those 'sensational' manuscripts and those scandalous news that only satisfy people's voyeuristic desires with your own hands.
“Your attitude says it all in words, they are like a well-trained army.
“No gun is aimed at old news, but every word is a bullet, and every bullet is fired at the old style of writing.”
What he said made goosebumps appear on Sean's back.
He never admitted this publicly, but he couldn't help but admit that this was indeed what he was thinking in his heart.
However, he did not express his position, but his eyes opened wider and brighter.
He reminded himself: Sean, calm down and listen to what this old gentleman has to say.
At this moment, Judy walked into the room at the right moment.
"Pour this gentleman a drink." Sean reminded himself not to appear too excited.
Norton said with a smile: "Black tea, thank you."
Judy nodded and walked out of the office quickly.
"So..." Norton seemed to have a lot to express, "I know that the newspaper you want to start is definitely worthy of the expectations of a scarred old soldier like me."
"Are you a veteran?"
"Yes, I've been on the front lines of the newspaper industry for too long, and I've hit a wall many times - the bosses I've dealt with have been jackasses.
"I want to show them the right way, but you can't beat a donkey, can you?"
Judy returned softly, and Norton took the tea she handed him. After calming down his anger for a while, he continued: "I think there are only a few sober people in the entire industry now, and Pulitzer is one--"
Joseph Pulitzer, owner of the New Testament Times.
"And you..." Norton looked at Sean, "I believe you are one of them."
No need for more polite words, Sean started chatting with Norton about newspaper content reform.
No one expected in advance how long this conversation would last, and it wasn't until Sean and Norton had a sandwich dinner together, until it was completely dark, and until all the employees had gone off work, that he suddenly realized that they had actually talked. It’s been so long.
And this kind of conversation did not make the two of them feel tired at all.
The ideas on reforming the Evening News are surprisingly consistent. Not only that, but due to the complementary thinking, some amazing ideas will burst out from time to time. Such inspiring conversations make both of them full of energy.
Sean realized that if we continued talking like this, the day would never end.
He had basically determined that Richard Norton was the man he was looking for.
He was now extremely glad that he had not let Judy drive away this unattractive gentleman.
"One more thing..." He was so engrossed in chatting that Sean even forgot to use the Fire of Oath and look directly into the other person's soul.
While Norton was still talking about the details of the news, Sean's eyes lit up with a little gold, and his spiritual vision penetrated the emotional smoke and directly penetrated into the depths of Norton's heart...
The breeze stirred the green grass, and an old lion stood proudly on the grassland.
Looking around in all directions, with strong ambition...
The lion is still young.
Sean's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he suddenly remembered...
The Philadelphia Herald launched a reform, and the paper's sales skyrocketed.
However, before becoming a national newspaper, the editor-in-chief was fired by his boss due to a conflict of ideas, and the reform came to an abrupt end...
And precisely because of this, the "Philadelphia Pioneer" also lost the qualification to compete among the heroes...
And the person in front of me is the fired editor-in-chief——
"The Ugly Lion" Richard Norton.
