Finally, the noise outside the door subsided a little.

Sean knew that the employees had basically made their decisions.

Most decided to keep working and wait and see. And some thorns are still standing outside the president's office, ready to start a debate with themselves.

There was a light knock on the door, Judy poked her head in, and said cautiously, "Mr. Dickinson, the editor-in-chief and the reporters are looking for you..."

"Let them one by one..." Before Sean finished speaking, Judy was pushed into the office.

The editor-in-chief Steve Ryan walked in quickly, followed by his follower, the head of the reporter Vincent, five reporters and three editors with different expressions. The sound of chaotic footsteps creates an unstable atmosphere.

Sean was surrounded by a group of people, but Olivia Fengling didn't do anything, just sat behind her desk and continued to read.

Sean couldn't help frowning: "I said, if you want to discuss with me, you can come to me one by one."

Ryan's attitude maintained superficial respect, and he said calmly: "Yes, we understand your request—but when we were discussing outside the door, we had the same thoughts and opinions, if we come to you one by one , I'm afraid it will waste your precious time..."

Sean didn't have a seizure, he just quietly looked at the group of people in front of him.

They have different expressions, some of them are as straight-faced as Ryan, some of them hide themselves behind the crowd, and some of them dare not look directly into their eyes...

Xiao En was sure that if they were to come to him alone, they might not show up, but at this moment, being encouraged by the editor-in-chief and the team leader, he seemed to feel that he had strength.

Judy quietly walked out the door. In order to maintain the dignity of the boss, she wanted to close the door of the office, but Sean shook his head slightly.

The quick-witted Judy understood what the boss meant, but closed the door a little, leaving a sideways opening.

Sean originally wanted to talk to each other individually, and use private dialogue to break up this "collective pressure" situation.

In that case, he estimates that the worst outcome is that Ryan and Vincent take away one or two reporters and editors, and the newspaper can still operate normally...

Unexpectedly, this Steve Ryan would be so disregarded—he rushed into his office with almost the entire editing force of the editorial department.

His intentions are very obvious.

He wants to give the new young boss a blow. He wants to continue to hold the actual power of the newspaper just like in the Bennett era. He wants Sean to take back the order he just gave at the meeting...

Although Xiao En knew what he wanted to do, he still crossed his hands, sat upright, and said in a deep voice: "Although I don't appreciate your way of disrespecting your superiors, I can also feel that you have a strong desire to express.

"During this extraordinary time, I can ignore your rudeness.

"Since you really want to express something, please say it."

Ryan's cloudy eyes showed a sharpness at this moment, trying to pierce Sean's heart: "Mr. Dickinson, as a representative of the editorial department, what I want to say is that we really understand that you are trying to save The Heart of Newspaper Sales…

"But we agree," the old Ryan looked back at the young people behind him, "it is agreed that the decision you just made at the meeting is still open to discussion..."

"It needs to be discussed?" Sean could feel his patience running out a little bit, but he also enjoyed the feeling of controlling his emotions, "Is there anything worth discussing about this matter?"

Ryan closed his eyes, as if he was taming a stubborn horse: "We all believe that whether it is changing the name, changing the content or changing the price, these are not suitable for the current "New Testament Evening News."

"Do you all think so?" Sean asked the young people behind him directly, looking past the editor-in-chief standing in front of him.

No one answered, and the air in the office became dull.

The editor-in-chief continued: "You don't have to doubt, just now we all..."

Sean stood up suddenly.

In the eyes of Ryan and the reporters and editors, he was so tall that they couldn't help but lean back slightly the moment he stood up.

Sean's tone didn't turn harsh, but anyone knew what he was saying was unquestionable: "Don't try to talk to me about the direction of the paper.

"What I'm talking about is a 'decision', not a 'proposal' for discussion.

"I think your way of doing your duty is by being firm in what I demand, not by storming into my office on a salary from the Evening Standard and trying to interfere with my decisions."

"Mr. Dickinson! The New Testament Evening Post is a place that advocates a free atmosphere, and your autocratic approach may not be appreciated by the employees!" Ryan's tone seemed distressed, "If the newspaper is under your leadership, If it is such an atmosphere, we may have to leave!"

Sean knew that Ryan's words had drifted outside because the door was open.

The employees outside the door almost held their breath. Everyone knew what was going on—the editor-in-chief was threatening the new boss with a mass resignation.

"Mr. Dickinson, I didn't want to say these words..." Ryan raised his hands, as if wanting to ease the atmosphere, "I just want to remind you..."

"Who are you referring to by 'we'?" Sean asked suddenly.

"What?"

"You said, 'we' had to leave, who are you talking about? Is it the entire editorial department, or you and a few of your cronies?"

Ryan had some disbelief on his face: "Of course it's all the people behind me, what's wrong?"

Sean didn't continue to look at the editor-in-chief. He held his arm, tapped his fingers, and looked at the person behind Ryan...

He is weighing.

Judging from the looks of the reporters and editors behind Ryan, Sean believed that as long as he refused to resign collectively, not everyone would go with him.

Likely two or three reporters and editors will remain.

Sean really couldn't find so many qualified candidates in a short period of time, but...

He thought of the three typewriters in front of him in the independent reporter's office.

He knows that he can take the jobs of three reporters all by himself, and this is not the state of his full output.

In other words, even if the editor-in-chief took some people away, and he couldn't find suitable candidates in a short period of time, the "Evening News" could still operate.

No one can threaten Sean Dickinson.

The new president nodded: "Ryan, I originally wanted to work with you to make the "Evening Post" a good one.

"But it looks like you turned down the opportunity.

Ryan doesn't understand what's happening in front of him...

Does this young man know what he is doing?

He really dared to risk the resignation of the entire editorial department to continue to confront him?

Even Mr. Bennett can't help himself, he actually...

The editor-in-chief opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't.

"Pretend to be a hero, don't think about making progress, criticize dissidents, and suppress the thoughts of young people..." Xiao En's eyes became cold, and he looked directly at the terrified editor-in-chief, making his face even paler.

"For my own desire for power and comfort, I will not hesitate to drag down the entire newspaper..."

"The person who hinders the development of "Evening Post" is you!"

John, who was on the side, opened his eyes wide, and his heart was so fast—he once lashed out at the editor-in-chief in a dream, but he didn't expect this scene to actually happen!

Sean walked up to Ryan step by step, and said in a completely suppressed manner: "Steve Ryan, I have nothing to talk to you about!" Ryan seemed to hold up all his willpower so that he didn't sit on the ground ~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean looked behind him: "I believe the young people behind you have different ideas from you."

"Before I leave work today, I accept anyone's resignation, and the resignation procedures will be completed within today.

"However," Sean raised a finger and emphasized, "Collective resignation has no legal effect. I only accept resignation submitted individually."

He turned around and faced the two thorns, with a cold tone: "Ryan and Vincent, you two will stay at your desks and write your resignation letter.

"If you dare to connect or instigate, I will regard it as affecting the normal production of the company and let the education officer take you away directly."

Sean patted the dust on his clothes lightly, stood proudly, and said to the people in the newspaper office through the half-open door:

"Stop trying to kidnap anyone—"

"Let young people choose their own path."