"It's a little strange?" Sean frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled.

Judy simply entered the office and closed the door.

"How strange is it?"

After thinking for a while, Judy sighed: "I want to find a more decent word to describe it, but I can't think of it, I'll tell you directly - he looks ugly.

"Ugly?" Sean's brows furrowed, and the conversation he was having now made him a little confused.

"Well, it's ugly." As if worried that people outside the door would hear it, Judy lowered her voice, "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 isn't a mean or fussy person either, so she wouldn't tell herself this if it wasn't for a special situation.

Seeing Judy's reaction, Sean could probably think that the uninvited interviewee did have a major deficiency in appearance.

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

Speaking of ugliness, he is probably the ugliest person in the world.

But……

Sean remembered the sight 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 jacket: "Call him in."

·

Even though Sean was mentally prepared, he was a little surprised when the interviewee walked in.

He also understood Judy's "fuss".

Although a person's bearing is the most important thing, the flaws in the appearance of the comers do make people more concerned.

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

The eyes are a little squint, and the pupils are not aligned in one direction. When looking at him, I don't know whether he is staring at you with the left eye or the right eye.

Although the rosacea is big, breathing is obviously a little difficult.

The eyebrows are extremely thick and dark, like the key points marked in black.

The hair is thinning, and a few long strands of hair on the temples vainly straddle the entire head...

Even though Sean repeatedly reminded himself not to judge people by their appearance, he still had to admit that the other person's appearance was indeed difficult to compliment.

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

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

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

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

He nodded humbly and said, "Mr. Dickinson, I would like to thank you for being willing to meet me.

"First of all, it's almost time for get off work, and I came uninvited.

"Secondly, I believe that the informant may have mentioned to you my defects in appearance.

"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, he just 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 your press releases.

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

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

The 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 other people's analysis of their own works. After all, it is also an honor, and Sean is not exempt.

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

"You can't wait to bury those manuscripts written in 'sensational' style, those scandalous news that only satisfy people's selfish desires, and bury them with your own hands.

"Your attitude has been stated in 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 aimed at the old style."

The words made Sean goosebumps on his back.

He never publicly admitted this, but he couldn't help but admit that it was indeed his inner thoughts.

However, he did not express his position, but his eyes were wider and brighter.

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

At this moment, Judy walked into the room just in time.

"Pour this gentleman a drink." 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 is definitely something that a scarred veteran like me looks forward to."

"Are you an old soldier?"

"Yes, I've been on the front lines of the newspaper industry for too long, and I've run into a wall again and again - the bosses I've been with are all idiots.

"I want to tell them the right way, but you can't beat a stupid donkey, can you?"

Judy returned softly, Norton took the tea she handed over, calmed her anger a little, and continued: "I think there are not many sober people in the entire industry right now, Pulitzer is one of them—"

Joseph Pulitzer, owner of The New Testament Times.

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

Without needing more polite words, Sean directly started to chat with Norton about the reform of newspaper content.

No one predicted in advance how long this conversation would last, and Sean didn't realize until he had a sandwich dinner with Norton, until it was completely dark, and when all the employees had finished get off work, that they suddenly realized that they had already chatted. for so long.

And this conversation did not make the two feel tired at all.

The idea of ​​the evening news reform is surprisingly consistent~lightnovelpub.net~ Not only that, due to the complementarity of thinking, some amazing ideas will burst out from time to time, such a dialogue of inspiration, so that both of them are in high spirits.

Sean realized that if we talked like this, we couldn't end today.

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

He is now extremely thankful that he didn't let Judy blow away this unremarkable gentleman.

"One more thing..." The chat was so intense that Sean even forgot to use the fire of vows and looked directly at the other person's soul.

When Norton was still talking about the details of the news, a little golden light lit up in Sean's eyes, and his spiritual vision penetrated the smoke of emotion and directly penetrated into the depths of Norton's heart...

The breeze moved the grass, and an old lion stood proudly on the grassland.

Vigorously looking out to all directions, with strong ambitions...

The lion is still young.

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

The Philadelphia Herald launched a reform, and sales of the paper skyrocketed as a result.

However, before becoming a national newspaper, the editor-in-chief was fired 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 its qualification to compete with others...

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

"The Ugly Lion" Richard Norton.

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