Steve Ryan is sitting in his office.

It can be seen from his eyes that his soul seems to be wandering outside.

The editor-in-chief, who led the entire editorial department to compete against the new president, was still in good spirits and full of fighting spirit just now, but now he is as dull and depressed as an old man with a hangover.

He used to look old, and now he looked even older.

Ryan stood up in disbelief, finally realizing that he had made a huge mistake—

Sean Dickinson is no Mr. Bennett.

The Evening News is not its own kingdom.

He really wants to leave this newspaper that he has struggled for many years...

In a daze, he suddenly wanted to go to the office next door and confess his mistake to that young man.

He wanted to admit that he was wrong, he shouldn't be a king, he shouldn't try to control everything in the newspaper...

Self should not be placed above all.

Ryan stood up and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again—

He can't do it.

Admit your mistakes to a young man, he can't do it.

Let all the employees of the newspaper know that he, Steve Ryan, confessed his mistakes to the new boss in order to keep his position...

This is a greater torment for him than losing his job.

In an instant, his mind changed again.

What changed with his thoughts was his eyes.

The originally confused and bewildered eyes suddenly became fierce and menacing.

I am not wrong, why should I admit my mistake?

All the fault is Sean Dickinson's body!

If it wasn't for the appearance of this brat, he could have continued to control the "Evening Post" according to his own ideas...

Is it my fault that sales are down? !

People nowadays are becoming more and more superficial and impetuous, is it my fault? !

Today's newspapers are scrambling to sell their souls, doing everything they can to attract attention...

Are these my fault? !

That brat, he doesn't understand anything!

I only know how to cater to this increasingly dirty era!

Ryan's eyes looked out the window, the editorial office with a particularly dignified atmosphere.

He saw that many people were writing something on typewriters.

The reporter team leader Vincent noticed his gaze and looked back with firm eyes...

So, his brows relaxed a little.

He knew that not only Vincent, but those reporters would definitely leave with him.

Because he reminded insincerely before that the "Sun" is expanding its staff, even if the "Evening Paper" is gone, they can go directly to the post...

Those young editors may be able to choke, but the entire reporter team will follow him!

Editor-in-Chief Ryan's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of pleasure in his heart: Sean Dickinson, don't blame me for doing a great job, this is what will happen if you don't respect me!

Now the entire industry is in short supply of reporters. Without reporters, I see how you want to run this newspaper!

It will take at least two months to rebuild the newspaper's interview system.

In these two months, the "Evening Post" is very likely to suspend operations.

Well, that means failure for the self-righteous Mr. Dickinson!

As if he had seen Xiao En's defeat, a smile appeared on the editor-in-chief's face.

Reporters one after another walked into Sean's office with white envelopes.

There are more people who choose to leave than Ryan imagined!

The editor-in-chief was finally relieved, and he returned to his desk with a calm pace, using a typewriter that had not been used for a long time, and began to write his resignation letter...

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Near the end of get off work time, Steve Ryan left his office and stood in the middle of the editorial department.

He knew that Sean would announce the resignation list next, and he wanted to take these people out of the newspaper together to show a break, and let Mr. Dickinson taste the consequences of his misconduct.

And those young people stood by his side. It was a touching moment, considering how hard he had been on them.

He secretly made up his mind that he must demand a better salary from the editor-in-chief of Williams of The Sun for these young people!

The new "Evening Post" president came out of the office, holding an envelope in his hand, and he said to everyone: "I regret to announce that our editor-in-chief, Mr. Steve Ryan, has chosen to resign...

"No matter what his future career plans are and which newspaper he will work for next, the Evening Standard will never forget the outstanding contribution he has made.

"Let us bless him together, and wish him all the best and a bright future!"

Everyone in the editorial department applauded, including Vincent, the head of the reporter team.

How is this going? Ryan looked around in disbelief.

Didn't many people submit their resignation letters just now? !

Seeing that Ryan was in a daze, Sean explained with a gentle smile on his face: "Oh, Mr. Ryan, don't worry about the future of the newspaper.

"A lot of colleagues felt sorry for coming to my office to protest together, so they all expressed their apologies to me in writing...

"They'll all do well."

Ryan suddenly understood what was going on.

They were worried that they would be shaken, so they all pretended to hand in their resignation letters.

It's not the newspaper they want to leave...

but me.

It's not the newspaper they want to leave... it's me!

For a while, Ryan began to sweat and feel dizzy.

He didn't expect that he was really going to leave "New Testament Evening News", and he left alone!

Even that Vincent...

He looked blankly at the head of the reporter, who had no expression on his face, and just clapped along with the other employees.

Among all the applauding people, John Jackson's heartbeat was as fierce as the applause at this moment.

He seemed to see the warrior with the sword slaying the dragon.

Witness with your own eyes the removal of the malignant tumor that had entrenched in the deepest part of the Evening Post.

For a long time, Sean Dickinson was his savior.

Steve Ryan was a little unsteady, he wobbled a few steps, and quietly supported the table beside him.

He hadn't "enjoyed" such a long applause from his colleagues for a long time.

In the atmosphere of farewell, Ryan staggered and turned around, walked out of the newspaper office,

Go home, I have to go home...Ryan, who walked to the street, muttered in a low voice, and pulled away the tight collar, as if he was going to find his long-lost soul, and walked aimlessly.

After seeing off the former editor-in-chief, Sean easily turned around and faced the editorial department that had completely obeyed him:

"Okay, everyone.

"Let us bless Mr. Ryan. Of course, we have to bless ourselves—I hope I can find an outstanding editor-in-chief as soon as possible." The three editors in the editorial department are too young to take on the heavy responsibility of editor-in-chief. Find a way to fill this void.

"Until then, I will be concurrently serving as editor-in-chief."

"Also..." Sean turned his gaze to the head of the reporter, "Vincent, you seemed to be very close to Mr. Ryan before. After he left, is it okay for you to start your work?"

After Ryan left, Vincent seemed to be a different person. When Sean called him by name, he stood up straight, not daring to be disrespectful: "No problem, Mr. Dickinson! I will use my best Enthusiastically complete the work you have asked!"

"Very good." Sean tilted his head regardless of previous suspicions. The other reporters looked at Vincent with unbelievable eyes, as if they were looking at some kind of strange species.

"Then then, let's do what I decided at the meeting.

"From today, the evening paper will be closed for seven days. In order to adjust everyone's mood and status, the next two days will be extra paid holidays."

Suddenly two days off, the editorial department burst into low cheers.

"After the holiday ~lightnovelpub.net~ I will announce the new name of the newspaper.

"Of course, the change of the newspaper is definitely not limited to the name - after the start of work, I will determine the section of the new newspaper, and the standard of news editing and editing, etc...

"That's all for later," Sean waved his hand, "Let's get off work today and enjoy your vacation."

In an atmosphere of unprecedented relief, the members of the Evening New Testament ushered in an unexpected holiday.

I don't know why, after some conflicts and "drama", the entire newspaper's original worries about the new president were wiped out.

Instead, there is an expectation.

It seems that after experiencing everything just now, the members of the newspaper office are considered to have a preliminary understanding of Sean Dickinson, and they also know one thing...

This man will really bring unimaginable changes to the newspaper office.