"Somewhat strange?" Sean frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled.

Judy simply entered the office and closed the door.

"How is it strange?"

After deliberating for a while, Judy sighed: "I want to find a more decent word to describe it, but I can't think of it, so let me tell you directly—he is ugly.

"Ugly?" Sean frowned, and the current conversation made him a little confused.

"Well, it's ugly." As if worried that people outside the door would hear, Judy lowered her voice, "It's the kind that I don't know if his image is suitable for the position of editor-in-chief..."

The editor-in-chief is not an external image post, and there is no requirement for appearance conditions.

Judy is not a mean or fussy person, so she wouldn't tell herself that unless the circumstances were special.

Seeing Judy's reaction, Sean could probably imagine that the uninvited interviewer did have a major lack in appearance.

For some reason, Judy's description of that person made Sean think of "Mud", the weird guy who lost his memory in the labyrinth island.

In terms of ugly, he is probably the ugliest person in the world.

But…

Sean recalled the scene of the mud leading the Minotaur into the abyss.

Since then, he has known that a beautiful heart may be hidden under an ugly appearance.

The president of the Evening News walked back to his seat and took off his coat: "Call him in."

·

Even though Sean had prepared himself mentally, he was a little taken aback when the interviewer walked in.

He also understood Judy's "fuss".

Although a person's bearing is the most important thing, but the flaws in the appearance of the comer will indeed make people more concerned.

His lower teeth protrude from his thick lips, like sparse tombstones on a barren hill.

The eyes are squinting, and the pupils are not aligned in one direction. When you look at him, you don't know whether he is staring at you with his left eye or his right eye.

Although the rosacea is large, it is obviously difficult to breathe.

The eyebrows are extremely thick and black, as if they were marked with black marks.

But the hair was thinning, and a few strands of long hair at the temples stretched across the entire head in vain...

Even though Xiao En repeatedly reminded himself that he should not judge a person by his appearance, he still had to admit that the appearance of the other party was really difficult to compliment.

The interview process cannot be sloppy. Sean stood up, his aura slightly dispersed, and he stretched out his hand towards the interviewer: "Sean Dickinson."

The other party didn't take half a step back, and the color of the soul didn't show any panic or nervousness. He also stretched out his hand: "Richard Norton."

If Sean still had doubts about this gentleman's strengths from the moment he walked in, then after he spoke, Sean's impression of him suddenly improved—

His voice was thick as thunder, like a lion roaring.

He nodded with neither humility nor condescension, and said, "Mr. Dickinson, I would like to thank you for willing to see me.

"First of all, it's close to closing time and I'm here uninvited.

"Secondly, I believe that the informant probably mentioned to you my physical defects.

"But you still chose to see me...

"This is enough to show that you are a leader with a broad mind."

Sean didn't react too much to the compliment, but tilted his head slightly to show his compliment.

When he sat down, he realized that he had some expectations for this interview.

"Mr. Dickinson, I have been following the press release you wrote.

"That's why I chose to come here today.

"Maybe we haven't met before, let alone talked, but you are already my bosom friend."

These words made Sean smile: "Why do you say that?"

"I read a less obvious emotion in your manuscript—dissatisfaction."

"Dissatisfied?" Most people don't mind others analyzing their works, after all, it is an honor, and Sean is no exception.

"Yes. Dissatisfied." Norton nodded, "You can't stand the current atmosphere in the press."

"You can't wait to bury those "sensational" manuscripts with your own hands, those scandals that only know to satisfy people's selfish desires.

"Your attitude has been put into words, they are like a well-trained army.

"No gun is aimed at old news, but every word is a bullet, and every bullet is fired at old style."

Those words made goosebumps appear on Sean's back.

He'd never admitted it publicly, but he couldn't help admitting that it was really on his mind.

But he didn't express his opinion, but his eyes widened and brightened.

He reminded himself: Sean, calm down, and listen to what this old gentleman said.

At this moment, Judy walked into the room just right.

"Pour a drink for this handsome gentleman." Sean reminded himself not to appear too excited.

Norton said with a smile: "Black tea, thank you."

Judy nodded and walked out of the office quickly.

"Therefore..." Norton seemed to have a lot of things to express, "I know that the newspaper you want to start must be worthy of the expectations of a scarred old soldier like me."

"Are you an old soldier?"

"Yeah, I've been on the newspaper front for too long, and I've hit a wall — the bosses I've worked with have been asses.

"I'd like to show them the right way, but you can't beat a jackass, can you?"

Judy returned softly, and Norton took the tea she handed over, calmed down his anger a bit, and continued: "I think there are not many people in the whole industry who are sober now, and Pulitzer is one—"

Joseph Pulitzer, owner of The New Testament Times.

"And you..." Norton looked at Sean, "I believe you are also one of them."

Without any more polite words, Sean directly started chatting with Norton about the reform of the newspaper content.

No one expected in advance how long this conversation would last. Sean didn't realize until he had a sandwich dinner with Norton, until it was completely dark, and until all the employees had left work, that they suddenly realized that they had already chatted. It's been so long.

And such a conversation did not make the two of them feel tired at all.

The ideas on the reform of the Evening News are surprisingly consistent. Not only that, but due to the complementary thinking, some amazing ideas will burst out from time to time. Such an inspired dialogue makes both of them radiant.

Sean realized that if this chat continued, today would not be able to end.

He was basically sure that Richard Norton was the one he was looking for.

He's now so glad he didn't let Judy blow away this unattractive gentleman.

"One more thing..." The conversation was so focused that Sean even forgot to use the oath fire and looked directly at the soul of the other party.

When Norton was still talking about the details of the news~lightnovelpub.net~ Sean's eyes lit up with a little gold, and his spiritual vision penetrated the smoke of emotions, and directly penetrated into the depths of Norton's heart...

The breeze blows the green grass, and an old lion stands proudly on the grassland.

Looking around, full of passion...

The lion is still young.

Sean's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly remembered...

The "Philadelphia Herald" once launched a reform, and the newspaper's sales skyrocketed because of it.

However, before becoming a national newspaper, the editor-in-chief was dismissed by the boss due to a conflict of ideas, and the reform came to an abrupt end...

And precisely because of this, the "Philadelphia Herald" also lost the qualifications to compete...

And the person in front of him is the dismissed editor-in-chief—

"The Ugly Lion" Richard Norton.