It's one o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still three hours before the new newspaper is printed.
In order to ensure that there will be no problems in the first issue, the editorial department has done all the work up front.
All the regular content of the first issue has been typed, leaving only the speed version, and four reporters scattered in New York City are sending the manuscripts back.
Everything is going on nervously and orderly.
However, in this atmosphere where everything seemed to be going well, Sean sensed a hint of crisis.
The most important part of the speed version is the securities news of the day.
Since the reporter team leader Vincent had acquaintances in the New York Stock Exchange, he served as the resident reporter on securities.
However, the stock content, which is supposed to be a sure thing, has not been sent back for a long time.
Something must have gone wrong.
Sean and the editor-in-chief glanced at each other uneasily. The president of the New Paper quickly walked out of the office and came to the editor who had just put down the phone and contacted Vincent through the line: "Is this Vincent's manuscript?
"No, sir." The young editor said nervously and with a dry throat.
Sean frowned and took a breath - he felt a little confused.
If the manuscript of securities analysis is not implemented, then the "speed version" innovation can be said to be much bleak——
After all, the stock stuff was pretty important to the newspaper-reading New Testament elite.
If something goes wrong with Vincent, the first issue of Speed Edition will fall short.
Sean glanced at Norton uneasily, but the latter remained silent in the noisy newsroom.
Ding ring ring ring...
The phone on the young editor's desk finally rang. He felt a little desperate because his boss was standing next to him. He rushed to the phone with his right hand and answered it instantly: "Hello, this is the editorial department!
"Vincent, you guy, finally got the news!"
When Sean heard the call from Vincent, he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the editor's voice suddenly changed, with confusion and surprise in his tone: "What——? What do you mean you can't provide articles there?"
Sean's heart skipped a beat and he grabbed the phone from the editor: "Vincent, this is Sean.
"What's going on over there?"
On the phone, Vincent spoke awkwardly, and you could almost see the dry lips on his long face. He clicked helplessly a few times: "President... Manager Lewis of the public relations department, he originally agreed to today He gave me the manuscript, so I have been staying here...
"I've been waiting until now, and he suddenly said that he couldn't give me the manuscript today and would have to wait until the evening!"
Sean knew the ins and outs of Vincent’s dealings with the stock exchange’s public relations department——
Originally, in the afternoon, the stock exchange would only provide newspapers with the day's stock data, and securities analysis manuscripts would have to wait until the evening, which meant that these official manuscripts would not be available to readers until tomorrow's morning paper.
When arranging the division of labor for the speed version, Vincent said that Lewis from the stock exchange was an acquaintance of his, and it would be no problem to get a brief draft, so Sean and Richard gave him the job...
Unexpectedly, Lewis would lose his temper at this time.
This is very troublesome for the speed version.
If the stock exchange expressed its unwillingness to make an exception and provide articles in advance, the Wanbao would only need to find a chief writer with qualifications in the securities industry. It is not an unsolvable matter.
It is very harmful to agree to a contribution and then regret it on the same day.
The first issue is the face of the revamped version of the Evening News, and the Speedy Edition is the key to showing the innovation.
Sean really couldn't accept the first issue of The New Paper, which met readers in a incomplete way.
He did not get angry on the phone, but calmly said to Vincent: "Wait for me at the stock exchange, I will be there soon."
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John had already finished working on the manuscript, so Sean asked him to be the driver and took Olivia with him by car to the New York Stock Exchange Building on Wall Street in Harris District.
It was drizzling, and the city looked wet and gray.
Viewed from the air, black octagonal flowers bloom one after another on Wall Street. These flowers are moving quickly, and it seems that everyone has a certain direction.
A Leighton L-type sedan was parked in front of the Stock Exchange Building. The man sitting in the passenger seat opened the door and rushed into the rain without even holding an umbrella.
Sean Dickinson ran past the site of the explosion that killed more than two dozen people in 1920, ran past the wall of bronze plaques inscribed with wise mottos, and stormed into the stock exchange with great force, attracting the attention of passers-by.
Olivia Fengchi held an umbrella and shuttled through the dense crowd with a very dexterous posture, looking elegant and agile.
"Vincent." As he walked towards the entrance of the public relations department, Sean saw his reporter team leader.
The president of the New Paper knew that the reporter was not deliberately causing trouble for him. He could tell from Vincent's work status in the past few days and his unfalse anxiety on the phone that Richard Norton was right. A young man who once followed Ryan now really wants to work hard.
"Mr. Dickinson, they..." Vincent's hair was a little messy and his eyes were reddish. It could be seen that he had tried his best, but was still unable to do anything.
On the way here, Sean had thought everything through.
The public relations manager named Lewis should have promised Vincent before that he would arrange for the main writer to make an exception and submit the manuscript early at the end of the day.
As a member of the public relations department of the stock exchange, there is no reason to frame the Evening News in this way.
The only possibility is that other newspaper giants know that Sean wants to create a "speed version".
In order to "teach a lesson" to the "Evening News", they just informed the public relations department of the stock exchange and asked Lewis not to make an exception for the "Evening News".
And how did the news of the "Extreme Speed Edition" leak out?
Sean could only think of one person - the old editor he had driven away, Steve Ryan.
Ryan learned about Sean's plan indirectly through communicating with people in the newsroom.
In order to add obstacles to the revitalization of Sean New News, he was the one who hindered the incident at the stock exchange.
"If that's the case..." Sean asked Vincent to lead him to the public relations department, "Things will be in trouble - they will refuse my request...
Being a financial writer is a new profession, and it is already extremely scarce. Sean can't find a qualified replacement at the moment.
"If you let people in the editorial department force the writing, it will only make people laugh..."
From now on, it seems to be a certainty that the most important content on the Speed Edition will be absent.
But Sean still wanted to give it a try.
"This is Mr. Lewis..." Vincent stood behind Sean and looked at a tall man with a deep silhouette.
Sean had met him before when he came to the stock exchange and he was a very smooth and professional person.
Seeing Sean walk in, he stood up with full apology: "Oh - you are Mr. Dickinson, right?
"I'm really sorry. The workload of the Public Relations Department has been saturated. The early submissions promised to you before are really not possible...
"How about you use the data for the day? I think it's satisfying enough to see the data for the day in today's evening newspaper."
Sean didn't expect that before he opened his mouth, he was blocked by Lewis' words.
He calmed himself down, there were drops of water on the shoulders of his coat and the brim of his hat. At this time, Olivia also walked into the office, causing several men to look past Sean.
Mr. Dickinson suddenly had a special feeling - it was really difficult to deal with people in daily life...
It feels much more frustrating than the feeling of starting things off after just a disagreement during a secret exploration mission.
From a certain perspective, real life is more torturous than exploring.
The president of Xinbao sighed, but still planned to convince people with reason.
Sean was moved by emotion, reasoned, and coerced, and made an impassioned speech to the public relations department for five minutes...
Mr. Lewis still had a stern expression on his face.
Sean Dickinson sighed inwardly.
He actually drew a red line for himself in his daily life - not to use any mysterious means unless absolutely necessary.
But when he realizes that the "Evening Post" speed edition will suffer a major setback...
He was going to do something.
Therefore, in the eyes of Lewis and others, the somewhat aloof young CEO seemed to have suddenly lost interest in speaking.
In fact, Sean was just observing whether there was an anti-divine mechanism in this office in a way that ordinary people could not imagine.
After confirming some things, he suddenly smiled and pulled Vincent out of the public relations department without saying a word, intending to prepare for the final attempt...
