The two-day vacation passed quickly, and when Sean returned to the newspaper office again, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere had changed.

When I first came here, I could feel some depression and panic in this old newspaper office.

After the dramatic moments of the first day and two days of rest, the employees of Evening News seem to have finally found their souls and began to work with peace of mind.

As soon as he arrived in the morning, Sean called the editorial department for a meeting.

The general content of the meeting was divided into two parts. First, Sean informed everyone of the daily sales target of 8,400 copies.

Of course, in order to take care of the imagination of the employees, Sean did not specify that this is the goal of the new newspaper within three days after its release, but only vaguely stated that this number should be reached as soon as possible.

Second, he shared his general ideas about the composition of the new newspaper's sections and the form of manuscripts with all members of the editorial department.

However, before finding a new editor-in-chief, Sean has no plans to deepen and implement the content.

After all, he needs an editor-in-chief to carry out these tasks, not all by himself.

However, in order to ensure that he can catch up with the progress, he has asked the editorial department to start preparing news, and set the tone of future manuscripts with the four model essays he found.

In short, it is to change from the previous "sentimental writing" to become more "objective" and "rational", and try to explain the news professionally.

That is to say, from "gossip" to more readable and nutritious "news".

In the past, the "sensational writing" that was too vulgar and catered to was welcomed by readers, which also made the old-fashioned newspapers continue to use this writing.

But Sean has long realized that the sensational writing method is being abandoned by the times.

Of the four model essays he was looking for, two were from the New Testament Times. The current overlord of the newspaper industry has already grasped the tastes of readers in the new era, that is, news with a more "professional sense" rather than vulgar gossip stories.

Changing the tone and standards of the manuscript, brainstorming and learning, is a time-consuming job that keeps the editorial office busy.

There are still five days before the release of the new newspaper, and Sean's current plan is to spend the first two days interviewing, trying to find a qualified editor-in-chief.

If he can't find it in two days, Sean can only rely on himself to promote the revision work.

Fortunately, however, the excessive attention received by the last issue of "New Testament Evening News" made Sean's recruitment notice widely spread. On the first day just after the holiday, Judy received many calls seeking interviews. After excluding unsuitable candidates, Sean's day has been filled with interviews.

Let Judy prepare a pot of coffee, he sits in his office, ready for a day of fierce fighting...

·

The interview went fairly well.

Generally speaking, the soul positions of newspapers such as editor-in-chief are different from grass-roots positions. They come from some senior and seasoned practitioners, and it is usually necessary to chat with these senior people for a whole day before it is possible to confirm the relationship between the two sides. intention...

But Sean Dickinson, as a mystery seeker, can adopt some interview methods that ordinary people can't imagine.

In the process of dealing with others, by paying attention to the color of the soul through spiritual vision, you can know the true state of the other party.

He once used this method to play Texas Hold'em in the Sulfur Tavern on Undercurrent Street. When he met an opponent who couldn't control his soul color, he was almost invincible...

Not to mention the current situation, he is interviewing for the home court.

Sean only needs to sit in his seat, exude some power at the soul level, and then pay attention to the other party's reaction through his spiritual vision, to know whether the person sitting opposite is suitable.

The fastest record, shortly after the interviewer came in, facing Sean, his soul was instantly filled with light green color representing fear.

That glistening green like will-o'-the-wisp whirls wildly in his soul, blurring, overshadowing other colors...

Although it couldn't be seen from the surface, Sean knew that the person on the other side wanted to run away.

If you want to be the editor-in-chief under him, even if you are just an ordinary person, your soul size must not be superficial.

Soon, Sean lifted his authority, stood up, shook hands with the interviewer, and politely invited him away.

The entire interview process took less than a minute, and the two didn't even have a conversation.

But the other party didn't have any complaints about it - after just meeting, he already knew that he was not qualified for this position.

After excluding six unsuitable people in a row, Sean, who was close to the end of get off work time, finally felt that he seemed to be about to find the right person.

Sitting in front of him at this moment is a quiet and wise middle-aged man.

He was wearing a tailored gray suit and had a gold ring on the little finger of his left hand.

He has black and white hair, combed back tightly; behind the gold-rimmed glasses are like a pair of eagle eyes, and his brows are habitually frowned.

He is not afraid to look at Xiao En, those eyes seem to be looking at them all the time, and they also contain a lot of experience...

A handsome middle-aged man.

Due to family affairs, I left the "Northern New York Review", and when I returned to the workplace again, there was already a suitable candidate for the position of editor-in-chief.

It was during this spare time that he learned that the pre-revised "New Testament Evening Post" was recruiting an editor-in-chief, so he appeared here.

"Northern New York Review" editor-in-chief Robert. Sean seemed to have heard the name before.

An absolutely competent editor-in-chief.

After perfectly answering Sean's question, Mr. Robert's lazy eyes wandered away for a moment, and then refocused.

Already very satisfying. Sean thought to himself. He erected Robert's information and tapped it on the table: it was only the last step.

"Mr. Robert, this is the last question for today—why did you choose journalism in the first place?" While asking this question, Sean looked straight into the depths of Robert's pupils.

What the senior editor didn't notice was that a little golden fire burst out from the depths of Sean's eyes.

Ordinary spiritual vision can only see the color of a person's soul at most, but Sean has confirmed it with spiritual vision, and Mr. Robert has remained calm and calm.

And using a little "fire of oath" in the spirit vision, Xiao En can see through the line of sight, see through the surface of the opponent's soul and go straight to the core—

He can see the "fire" deep in the other person's soul, which is his passion.

When Mr. Robert was thinking about this question, Sean saw what was going on in his heart.

He saw ruins and rubble, a scene of depression and decay.

The sky was overcast, and Robert's whole world seemed hopeless.

Sean doesn't care what Robert is saying anymore...

Using a little divine power, he discovered Robert's hidden secrets.

For this senior editor, a certain belief in his heart has collapsed, leaving only ruins.

What's more, it also made his whole inner world fall into darkness.

He no longer had the fire of passion to start, and all he could offer Sean was the habitual work of decades of editing experience.

Maybe he could handle the editorial duties of an ordinary newspaper, but Sean needed more.

When Robert was still trying to recall his original intention, Sean interrupted him: "Mr. Robert?"

The other party withdrew from the narration with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Sean tried to choose his words: "I think I already have a certain understanding of you...

"Maybe you want to hide it well, but there are some situations that cannot be hidden from me."

Robert's eyes widened slightly, as if in disbelief: "You...what are you referring to?"

"You have suffered a major setback in this industry, right?"

After hearing this sentence, Robert didn't speak, but opened his mouth in a little surprise.

"I can feel that you still want to be the editor-in-chief, but for some reason, some of the things you believed in have collapsed..."

"My advice is, don't rush into work just yet - maybe you want to jump into work to cheer yourself up, but believe me, it's just going to backfire..."

Following Sean's narration, Robert had already lost that kind of demeanor, and a trace of complacency appeared in his surprised expression.

With that said, Sean picked up the piece of paper in his hand and wrote Mr. Jung's phone number: "You'd better take a break and relax.

"Also, if you want, you can contact this Mr. Jung.

"He is my friend, he can heal the wounds in people's hearts..."

At first, Robert had no idea what was happening.

Then, seemingly forgetting to close the mouth, the lower lip began to tremble slightly.

The "role" he built finally began to collapse. The extraordinary figure of him slumped, and he slumped in the chair as if a snowman had melted away. His eyes wandered a little: "I, I thought no one would see it...

"I thought if I just kept working I'd get rid of that hopeless feeling...

He squeezed his dry mouth: "I don't know how you did it, but I swear to God, I feel so much more relaxed-thank you so much...

"Nobody sees it, nobody..."

He covered his mouth, his eyes were red, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

·

After seeing off Mr. Robert, Sean looked up at the clock in the office. It was six o'clock in the afternoon.

The colleagues in the editorial department are still discussing in the conference room—they have basically formulated the new manuscript standard.

Sean was already feeling a little tired.

After Robert's interview, he inevitably tainted some pessimistic emotions.

Even if I have some abilities that are different from ordinary people~lightnovelpub.net~ For finding an editor-in-chief, two days is still too hasty.

He plans to take a break from get off work. He is no longer optimistic about whether he can find a suitable candidate tomorrow.

As soon as she stood up and put on her clothes, Judy poked her head in through the door: "Mr. Dickinson, there is another interviewer..."

And interviewees? Sean remembered that only seven appointments were made today.

"He found it himself..."

Seeing the embarrassed look on Judy's face, Sean asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's kind of..." Judy pointed at her face with a nail-painted finger and turned, "He's kind of, uh... weird."

strangeness?

Sean didn't understand what Judy meant, and frowned slightly.