"Welcome to the Evening New Testament... Dickinson, Mr President!"

He came over with a confident expression on his face, a little bit of a friendly smile...

Mr. Dickinson held out his hand, and John Jackson held out his hand somewhat flattered.

Mr. President's hands are very warm and strong, as if they can give people hope.

John suddenly understood everything, and for some reason, he knew that the man in front of him was the savior of this newspaper.

This feeling of being called made John's eyes warm and his nose sour. He seemed to have been wronged too much before he found his confidant...

Of course, it is very strange to cry just after meeting a new boss, so John restrained the urge to cry, opened the door enthusiastically, and brought Sean Dickinson closer to his newspaper office.

"Uh...everyone is waiting for you..." John turned around and led Sean and Olivia forward.

Not far ahead, thirty people stood under the welcome board of the New Testament Evening Post. Mr. Bennett has said that these men are the newspaper's greatest assets. Although there are thousands of differences in the concept of running a newspaper, Sean agrees with the former owner's point of view.

A slightly fat woman with a pretty face and a gentle voice walked over from the front row of the employees and delivered a sunflower flower basket to Sean. Sean met her yesterday, she is the assistant manager, Judy Walter.

With a smile on Judy's face: "Welcome, Mr. Dickinson."

Xiao En continued with a smile, and then handed the flower basket to Olivia next to him.

He gazed at the welcoming staff with friendly eyes.

Although all he saw were smiling faces, Sean could read a lot from their expressions:

A small number of people were excited about his arrival, but most of them had mask-like fake smiles on their faces.

For a few, they didn't even bother to pretend to smile.

While looking around at all the employees, Sean noticed something, so he asked, "Where is Mr. Editor-in-Chief? He didn't come today?"

Editor-in-Chief Steve Ryan, head of the conservative faction at the newspaper, and the elder with the deepest affection for the Bennett family...

Sean was not surprised that he was not in the welcome queue.

"Oh..." the reporter leader with a smirk, the tall and thin Vincent, walked out of the crowd like a kangaroo wearing leather shoes, and said in a sharp voice, "Mr. Ryan seems to be answering an important call. He said he would come right after answering the call, but..."

Sean waved his hand: "It's okay, let him be busy. There will be a long time to face me in the future, I hope he can receive important calls every time..."

A joke put the employees at ease.

Taking advantage of the softened atmosphere, Sean spoke calmly and freely. It is something that reassures and cheers up the employees.

After the speech, amid the applause of the employees, Sean clearly felt that the slightly tense and gloomy atmosphere when he first entered the newspaper office dissipated—he knew that he had left a good impression on most people.

As for those who can't be influenced anyway, he is not in a hurry.

After letting everyone go back to their jobs first, under the leadership of John and Judy, Sean Olivia walked towards the president's office.

As soon as he walked to the doorway inlaid with frosted glass, the door next to the president's office opened, and a man wearing deep glasses, blue eyes a bit cloudy, and loose lips and chin came out. He was full of apologies. , explained in a hoarse voice: "Oh! Mr. Dickinson! I'm sorry!

Editor-in-Chief Steve Ryan held out his hand and shook Sean's.

"I was on the phone just now. It was Williams, the editor-in-chief of The Sun. The guy was talking nonsense like a nonsense...My God, I couldn't meet you at the door..."

Sean let go of his hand, tilted his head slightly and asked, "Why did the people from The Sun call you?"

Ryan waved his hand: "They are expanding now. They want to expand the weekend edition and the sports section, so they dig around everywhere. He and I are old friends. I didn't expect the call to come to me..."

Xiao En chuckled lightly, feeling that the editor-in-chief in front of him had no good ideas for running a newspaper, but he was good at making people angry.

Not only did he deliberately not come to greet him, but the first meeting with the new boss turned out to be that other newspapers were poaching the wall...

Isn't this just threatening after finishing the plot?

With a smile, he gave Xiao En a blow.

Sean suddenly understood the momentary aggrieved look of the young man beside him, John, who greeted him at the door—

Sure enough, there is a big belly dragon entrenched in the newspaper office...

However, the editor-in-chief was the soul of a newspaper, and Sean didn't want to act rashly. Therefore, although I was dissatisfied with the old editor-in-chief's hypocrisy in my heart, I didn't show the slightest bit on my face.

"Then how did you tell him?" Sean said calmly.

"With whom?"

"Editor Williams."

"Oh! I told him, don't think about us! Our newspaper office is doing very well now! It's business as usual!"

The corner of Sean's mouth sank, showing an expression of appreciation: "Good reply. If he still calls, please tell him, I want to treat him to dinner."

Sean blinked his right eye.

Steve Ryan was a little surprised by the reaction of the young man in front of him, so he had to laugh a few times.

John, who had wanted to end the conversation for a long time, saw that Sean's center of gravity moved forward, and quickly pushed open the glass door that had been replaced with the words "Mr. Sean Dickinson, President of the New Testament Evening Post", and led Xiao En En walked into his office.

Judy has thoughtfully opened the external blinds and curtains, and the morning sun shines into the office just right.

This one has a space of about 80 square meters, which gave Sean some surprises.

Leather sofa swivel chair, large desk, unexaggerated glass chandelier, exquisite desk decorations in line with the overall color, bright glass wine bottles filled with brandy, and the old Mr. Bennett oil painting hanging behind the desk in the sun Spots of white light reflected from the shadows brought the silent founder of the newspaper to life.

Obviously, Mr. Bennett is a gentleman with good taste and loves neatness. The president's office he left for himself is not only well-decorated and comfortable, but also extraordinarily tidy. a feeling of…

Sean walked around the office quite comfortably, putting his hands on the comfortable leather swivel chair.

He sighed softly. It wasn't until he came to the president's office that he felt strongly what it was like to own a newspaper.

"Mr. President, do you have any orders?" Judy asked softly, and Sean came back to his senses.

The thoughts that had stopped temporarily due to feeling the surroundings started to work again, and Sean spoke quickly and said: "Judy, please remind the heads of all departments that I have a meeting this afternoon or tomorrow, and everyone in the editorial department People and heads of all departments have to come.”

"OK."

"Oh, by the way, make me a pot of coffee before then."

"OK."

Sean then turned to John: "John, I need you to bring me this month's Evening New Testament, especially today's."

"Ok~lightnovelpub.net~Mr. Dickinson."

After the words fell, Judy and John walked out of the office quickly.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief: Although there must be people in the newspaper office who are unwilling to cooperate with him, at least the two generals from the president's office are not among them.

Sean found that there was a small space for a secretary to work in the entrance area of ​​the office, so he arranged Olivia there.

Not long after, coffee and newspapers were delivered to Sean's table.

With the aroma of coffee, Sean picked up the "New Testament Evening Post", which had just passed the approval that day and had not yet been printed.

Just seeing the headlines on the front page, Sean was stunned.

John, who was walking towards the door, heard Mr. Dickinson's voice behind him:

"John, don't wait for tomorrow, the meeting will be held this afternoon. You go and tell everyone."