Early on, Sean had silently divided everything in his life into
"Necessary" busyness and
"Unnecessary" busyness. For example, he believes that it is very necessary to attend Samo's full moon party.
But on an occasion like today, it is completely unnecessary. At this moment, he was standing in the banquet hall of the Briston Hotel in New York, holding a glass of soda water with ice cubes in his hand, and with a smile on his face, listening to the upper class people wearing all kinds of fine clothes chatting almost nothing. meaning content.
If Norton hadn't insisted on him attending this cocktail party, he would have just pushed such an entertainment to his editor-in-chief.
"No! That is the top party in the news media industry. You must go. They must meet the boss of the "Evening Lighthouse"..." Norton's words were still in his ears, and Sean sighed silently in his heart.
However, it is not completely a waste of time on such a boring occasion. After all, as he told Smeagol, he will practice
The process of "getting it back" is regardless of time or occasion. For example, right now, Walter, the boss of "Le Monde", is talking about the war in South Delzhou. Sean is listening and carefully feeling everything happening around him.
Someone walked by quickly, and the wind blew the hair on the back of his head. There were several people chatting in the distance, their eyes glancing at me from time to time.
The bubbles in the soda water in his hand rose rapidly and burst when they surfaced. The bursting sensation spread along the cup. Sean stood up and counted silently.
The light in the enlightened soul is continuing to awaken in the hearts of Sean in this world. If we want to talk about the protagonists of today's cocktail party, Sean is definitely one of them.
This was one of the reasons why he didn't want to participate in this event. On the one hand, the sales growth rate of "Beacon Evening News" is really astonishing, making countless people envious, jealous and even feel threatened.
On the other hand, people still remember the tidbits about him and Catherine...the young man from Leon Green, who was very successful in the New Testament and went smoothly.
People were always whispering about who Sean Dickinson was, or that someone had recognized him from that date photo.
No matter how low-key he kept, eyes were always watching. It's a bit irritating indeed. The chat groups are constantly being broken up and reorganized, but there are always some people saying these things: "Why didn't you bring Ms. Heidi with you today?"
"I really want to see her beauty...
"How did you meet such a beauty?" What was a good news reception turned into an exclusive interview for Gossip.
It's a bit irritating indeed. However, among these people who are full of scandals, there are still a few
Of "normal people". For example, Joseph Pulitzer, the founder of the New Testament Times. This tall, smart and capable gentleman did not mention Sean's tidbits at all. Instead, he greatly agreed with the concept of running a newspaper of "Beacon Evening News".
"You are a rare sober person in this industry." Joseph Pulitzer held a glass of dry martini and had strands of white hair in his combed back hair.
He doesn't seem to be someone who praises others easily, but he truly praised Sean's newspaper. Sean also appreciates the New Testament Times.
It can even be said that some of the concepts of "Evening Standard" coincide with Pulitzer's. When he saw her today, he realized that the so-called success was not without reason.
Today's sales of "The Times" reach 320,000, and it definitely does not rely on luck. To say that there was nothing interesting happening at such a cocktail party would not be entirely true.
From the beginning of the drinking party, Sean noticed that two young men had been walking among different crowds. He could tell that their ill-fitting suits might have been rented, and they weren't interested in the drinks and food at all.
They've been lobbying. Henry Lubben and Brice Harden. These two 22-year-olds have been trying to convince the journalism bosses present today to invest in one of their projects - a weekly magazine called "Time".
They tirelessly talk about the birth of the new middle class, the wave of urbanization, and the call for new reading needs.
Constantly analyzing the two extremes of the current newspaper industry - extreme vulgarity and extreme professionalism. They want to integrate the two and create a wonderful and easy-to-read weekly for the emerging tens of millions of middle-class people.
They have never been able to find Sean, but Sean always nodded repeatedly. Obviously,
"Youth" is what makes them so motivated. but,
"Youth" is also the reason why senior people reject them. They really didn't think that these two fledgling boys could do anything. If they invested real money in them, it would be like wasting money.
Therefore, most of the big guys holding wine glasses just listened to them patiently with a smile, and encouraged them to say that they had great ideas and brought up good ideas. However, they only left one sentence in the end.
"Think about it" and broke up the conversation... The reception lasted for almost two hours, and they still got nothing.
The mouths of the two young men were dry and their faces were a little pale. Finally, they saw Sean Dickinson.
They hesitated for a moment and chatted a few words in private, then they plucked up the courage again and walked over.
"Hello Mr. Dickinson!"
"Henry Lubben, Brice Harden?"
"You know us?"
"Just now you were chatting with Price from the New Testament Herald. I was right next to you, but you might not have noticed." In fact, I wasn't right next to him, but several meters away.
"Oh, that's great. So you know we're planning a weekly magazine? We're going to call it The Times..."
"I know - how much start-up capital do you need?" Henry and Brees looked at each other. No one asked this question at today's cocktail party, and they were a little surprised.
Henry spoke hesitantly: "We have made some preliminary plans...it will cost at least one hundred thousand."
"Okay. I can provide 30,000. More can be added later." With that said, Sean took out a pen and checkbook and started filling it out.
His current account only has 30,000 yuan. His actions attracted the attention of people around him. Many people stopped chatting and looked here in disbelief.
Their faces turned even paler: "Mr. Dickinson...?" He tore off the check and handed it over: "After completing the equity agreement, just send it to the Evening News editorial office." Henry took the check and kept blinking: "Mr. Dickinson...won't you listen to our plan?"
"I've heard it all." Sean blinked his right eye.
"Accurate insight, brilliant plan - just do your best." As if he finally lost patience with the reception, Sean put the soda on the table and strode out of the banquet hall.
The remaining two young men were still standing there blankly. The people around looked at each other, and they couldn't help but gather together: "Did you...did you just see it?"
"I saw it. He seemed to have given them thirty thousand yuan?"
"...Is he crazy? Why did he give them 30,000 yuan?"
