At one o'clock in the afternoon, there are still three hours before the printing of the new newspaper.

In order to ensure that there will be no problems in the first issue, the editorial department has done all the work ahead.

All the regular content of the first issue has been typeset, only the speed version is left, and four reporters in New York City are sending their manuscripts back.

Everything was going on nervously and orderly.

However, in this seemingly smooth atmosphere, Sean sensed a hint of crisis.

The most important part of the Express Edition is the securities news of the day.

Since the reporter group leader Vincent has acquaintances in the New York Stock Exchange, he served as the resident reporter for securities.

However, it stands to reason that the content of the stock that is guaranteed to be guaranteed has not been sent back.

Something must have gone wrong.

Sean and the editor-in-chief looked at each other uneasily. The president of the new newspaper walked out of the office quickly and came to the editor who had just left the phone and contacted Vincent's special line: "Is it Vincent's manuscript?

"No, sir." The young editor said nervously, his throat dry.

Sean frowned and took a deep breath—his heart was a little confused.

If the manuscript of securities analysis has not been implemented, then the innovation of the "extreme version" can be said to be much bleak——

After all, the stock aspect is quite important to the New Testament elite who read newspapers.

If something goes wrong with Vincent, the speedy version of the first issue will fall short.

Sean glanced uneasily at Norton, who was silent in the noisy editorial room.

Ding ling ling ling...

The phone on the young editor's desk finally rang. Because the boss was standing next to him, he felt a little hopeless, and he rushed to the phone with his right hand, and picked it up instantly: "Hello, this is the editorial department!

"Vincent, you guy, finally got news!"

Hearing that it was Vincent's call, Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the editor's voice dropped sharply, with confusion and surprise in the tone: "What—? What do you mean by saying that there is no way to contribute?"

Sean's heart skipped a beat and snatched the phone from the editor: "Vincent, this is Sean.

"What's the situation over there?"

On the phone, Vincent stammered in his speech, and he could almost see the dry lips on his long face, and he clicked helplessly: "President... Lewis Manager of the PR Department, he originally agreed to today. Gave me the manuscript, so I've been keeping it here...

"I waited until now, and he suddenly said that he can't give me the manuscript today, and he has to wait until evening!"

Sean knew the ins and outs of Vincent's dealings with the stock exchange's PR department—

Originally, in the afternoon, the stock exchange would only provide the newspapers with the stock data of the day, and the manuscripts of securities analysis would have to wait until the evening, which means that these official manuscripts would not be available to readers until tomorrow’s morning paper.

When arranging the division of labor, Vincent said that Lewis from the stock exchange was his acquaintance, and there was no problem in asking for a brief draft, so Sean and Richard gave him the job...

Unexpectedly, that Lewis would lose his chain at this time.

This is a very troublesome thing for the speed version.

If the stock exchange expressed its unwillingness to make an exception in the early morning, the evening news only needs to find a chief editor with qualifications in the securities industry, which is not an unsolvable problem.

Agreed to contribute, but regretted it on the same day, which can be said to be very harmful.

The first issue is the face of the "Evening News" after the revision, and the speed version is the key to showing the innovation.

Sean really couldn't accept the first issue of the new newspaper, meeting readers in a broken way.

He didn't get angry on the phone, but calmly said to Vincent, "You wait for me at the stock exchange, I'll be there soon."

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John had already been busy with the manuscript, so Sean asked him to be the driver and took Olivia to the New York Stock Exchange building on Wall Street in Harris District.

The sky was drizzling, and the city looked wet and gray.

Looking down from the air, Wall Street is full of black octagonal flowers one after another, and these flowers are moving fast, and it seems that everyone has a certain direction.

A Layton L-type sedan was parked at the door of the stock exchange building. The man in the co-pilot did not even open an umbrella, opened the door and rushed into the rain.

Sean Dickinson ran past the site of the explosion that killed more than two dozen people in 1920, ran past the bronze plaque wall inscribed with wise maxims, and charged into the stock exchange with a fierce momentum, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Olivia Wind Chime was holding an umbrella and shuttled through the dense crowd with a very dexterous posture, looking elegant and agile.

"Vincent." On the way to the public relations department, Sean saw his reporter team leader.

The president of the new newspaper knew that the reporter was not trying to block himself. He knew from Vincent's work status a few days ago and his unfeigned anxiety on the phone that Richard Norton was right. A young man who used to follow Ryan and now really wants to work hard.

"Mr. Dickinson, they..." Vincent's hair was a little messy and his eyes were reddish.

On the way here, Sean has already thought about everything clearly.

The manager of the public relations department named Lewis should have agreed to Vincent before, and arranged for the chief writer to make an exception to submit the manuscript in advance at the close of the day.

As a member of the public relations department of the stock exchange, there is no reason to frame the Evening News in this way.

The only possibility is that there are other newspaper industry tycoons who know that Sean is going to create an "extreme edition".

In order to teach the Evening News a lesson, they just greeted the public relations department of the stock exchange and asked Lewis not to make an exception for the Evening News.

And how did the news of the "Speed ​​Edition" leak out?

Sean can only think of one person - the editor-in-chief who was driven out by him, Steve Ryan.

Ryan knew about Sean's plan by communicating with people in the editorial department.

In order to block the revival of Sean's new newspaper, this time the incident on the stock exchange was caused by him.

"If that's the case..." Sean asked Vincent to take him to the public relations department, "It's going to be troublesome - they will refuse my request firmly...

The chief financial writer is a new business, and it is extremely scarce. Sean can't find a qualified replacement right now.

"If people in the editorial department force the writing, it will only be a laughing stock..."

From now on, the absence of the most important content on the Express Edition seems to be a foregone conclusion.

But Sean still wanted to try.

"This is Mr. Lewis..." Vincent stood behind Sean and looked at a tall man with a deep profile.

Sean came to the stock exchange to meet him before. He is a very smooth and professional person.

Seeing Sean walking in, he stood up with complete apology: "Oh—you're Mr. Dickinson, aren't you?

"I'm really sorry, the workload of the PR department is already saturated, and the advance feeds promised to you before can't really be done...

"Why don't you just use the data of the day--I think it's satisfying enough to be able to see the data of the day in today's evening newspaper."

Sean didn't expect that before he could speak, he was blocked by Lewis' set of words.

He evened out~lightnovelpub.net~ There were drops of water on the shoulders and brim of his coat, and at this time Olivia also walked into the office, causing several men to look past Sean.

Mr. Dickinson suddenly had a special feeling - dealing with people in daily life is really hard enough...

It's much more frustrating than the feeling of starting a job without a word in a secret mission.

From a certain point of view, real life is more tormented than exploration.

The president of Xinpao sighed, still intending to convince people with reason.

Sean moved with affection, understood his reasoning, and coerced and enticed him to give a generous speech in the public relations department for five minutes...

Mr. Lewis still had an expression of indecision on his face.

Sean Dickinson sighed inwardly.

He actually drew a red line for himself in his daily life - unless it was a last resort, he did not use any means involving mystery.

But when he realized that the "Evening News" Speed ​​Edition would suffer a major setback...

What is he going to do.

So, from the point of view of Lewis and others, this young president with some axes seems to have suddenly lost interest in speaking.

In fact, Sean just observed whether there is an anti-magic mechanism in this office in a way that ordinary people can't imagine.

After confirming some things, he suddenly smiled and pulled Vincent out of the PR department without saying a word, planning to prepare for the final attempt...

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