At one o'clock in the afternoon, there were 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 in front.

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

Everything is going on tensely and orderly.

However, in this atmosphere where everything seemed to be going well, Sean sensed a hint of crisis.

The most important part of the speed version is the stock news of the day.

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

However, it is reasonable to say that the content of the stock that is safe and secure has not been sent back for a long time.

Something must have gone wrong.

Sean and the editor-in-chief looked at each other anxiously, and the president of Xinbao walked out of the office quickly, and came to the editor who had just put down the phone and contacted Vincent's special line: "Is it Vincent's manuscript?

"No, sir." The young editor was a little nervous and said with a dry throat.

Sean frowned and took a light breath—he was a little confused.

If the manuscript of securities analysis has not been implemented, then the innovation of "Extreme Edition" can be said to be much dimmed—

After all, the content on stocks is pretty important to the New Testament elite who read the newspapers.

If something goes wrong with Vincent, the first issue of Speed ​​Edition will fall short.

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

Ding ling ling ling...

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

"Vincent, you bastard, the news is finally here!"

Sean heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that it was Vincent's call.

However, the editor's voice turned sharply downwards, with confusion and surprise in the tone: "What—? What do you mean that there is no manuscript available?"

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

"What's going on over there?"

On the phone, Vincent spoke in a stuttering manner, and he could almost see the dry lips on his long face, and he clicked helplessly: "President...the manager of the public relations department, Lewis, he originally promised to give a call today. My manuscript, so I have been staying here...

"I've been waiting until now, but he suddenly said that I can't give me the manuscript today, and I have to wait until evening!"

Sean knew the ins and outs of Vincent's dealings with the Stock Exchange PR department—

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

When arranging the division of labor for the speed version, Vincent said that Lewis from the Stock Exchange was his acquaintance, and it would be no problem to ask for a brief draft, so Sean and Richard handed over the job to him...

I didn't expect that Lewis to lose the chain at this time.

This is very troublesome for the Extreme Edition.

If the stock exchange had expressed its reluctance to make an exception in the early morning to submit articles in advance, the Evening News only needed to find a chief writer with qualifications in the securities industry, and it was not an unsolvable matter.

It can be said that it is very harmful to agree to contribute the manuscript, but go back on the same day.

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

Sean really couldn't accept the first issue of the new newspaper, and met readers in an incomplete 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 right there."

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

It was drizzling and the city looked wet and gray.

Looking down from the air, there are black octagonal flowers blooming one after another on Wall Street. These flowers are moving fast, and it seems that everyone has a certain direction.

A Layton L-shaped sedan was parked at the gate of the Stock Exchange building. The man sitting in the co-pilot opened the door and rushed into the rain without even opening an umbrella.

Sean Dickinson ran past the site of an explosion that killed more than 20 people in 1920, ran across the wall of bronze medals engraved with wise aphorisms, and rushed into the stock exchange aggressively, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Olivia Fengling 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 entrance of the PR department, Sean saw his reporter team leader.

The president of New Paper knew that the reporter was not intentionally embarrassing himself. He could tell from Vincent's work status in the past few days and his unfaltering anxiety on the phone. 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 disheveled, his eyes were reddish, it could be seen that he had tried his best, but he was still at a loss.

On the way here, Sean had already thought everything through.

The public relations manager named Lewis should have agreed to Vincent before, and arranged for the lead writer to make an exception and deliver the manuscript early 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 other newspaper giants know that Sean is going to create the "Extreme Edition".

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

And how did the news of the "Extreme Edition" leak out?

Sean could only think of one person—the old editor-in-chief he had ousted, Steve Ryan.

Ryan learned about Sean's plan by insinuating through communication with people in the editorial department.

And in order to add obstacles to Sean Xinbao's road to revival, he was obstructing the stock exchange incident.

"If that's the case..." Sean asked Vincent to lead him to the PR department, "things will be troublesome—they will be determined to reject my request...

Financial chief writers are a new profession, and they are already extremely scarce. Sean can't find a qualified replacement right now.

"If people in the editorial department are forced to write, it will only be a laughing stock..."

Looking at it now, the absence of the most important content on the speed version seems to be a certainty.

But Sean wanted to give it a try.

"This is Mr. Lewis..." Vincent stood behind Sean, looking at a tall man with deep silhouette.

Sean had met him at the Stock Exchange before, and he was very smooth and professional.

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

"I'm really sorry, the workload of the PR department is already saturated, and I really can't do the advance contributions I promised you all...

"Or you can use the data of the current day - I think it is enough to see the data of the current day in today's evening paper."

Sean didn't expect that before he could open his mouth, he would be blocked by Lewis' set of words.

He calmed down, and there were drops of water on the shoulders of his coat and the brim of his hat. At this moment, Olivia also walked into the office, causing several men to look past Sean.

Mr. Dickinson suddenly had a special feeling—it's hard enough dealing with people in everyday life...

It feels much more aggrieved than the feeling of starting to do it after a disagreement in the quest mission.

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

The president of Xinbao sighed, and still planned to convince others with reasoning.

Sean moved with emotion and reasoned~lightnovelpub.net~ plus he gave a generous speech in the PR department for five minutes...

Mr. Lewis's face still had an expression of reluctance.

Sean Dickinson sighed inwardly.

He actually drew a red line for himself in his daily life—not as a last resort, and not to use any means involving mystery.

But when he realizes that the Evening Standard Express is about to suffer a major setback...

He is going to do something.

So, in the eyes of Lewis and others, this young president with a bit of an axis seemed to suddenly lose 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, intending to prepare for the final attempt...