The stock exchange is like a symbol of the prosperity of the city, gray crowds are moving quickly in the humid atmosphere, busy and ups and downs like an invisible market

Olivia Fengling, who has an exquisite figure, leaned on a black umbrella, and stood quietly beside Sean. The gray dress fit her curves, and her figure was indescribably delicate.

Beside Olivia, Sean put a hand on Vincent's shoulder.

He lowered his head, as if he was plotting something with Vincent. If someone with a heart takes a peek at them, you can see Sean whispering to the reporters beside him:

"...get it?—Try again. This time, you don't pay attention to what they say, you just say what you want..."

Vincent just pursed his lips and nodded from time to time. The new president in front of him asked him to walk into the public relations department again and express his appeal to Lewis again. During this process, he should not pay attention to what the other party said.

Mr. Dickinson in front of him insisted that just now, he felt a slight change in Lewis' attitude, and if he was a little tougher, they should cooperate.

Although he didn't see it himself, Vincent was willing to try again for the most important manuscript in the speed version.

So, after sorting out his mood, Vincent turned around and walked into the PR department again.

He noticed that Sean and his assistant also followed in, presumably to cheer him up.

Manager Lewis thought that the other party had already left, but when he saw the three of them returning, he looked up in confusion.

Walking into the office again, Vincent's state was different from before.

There was no longer a fake smile on his face, but a straight face.

Lewis was just about to ask, but he didn't expect the other party to speak, his voice was a bit blunt: "Mr. Lewis, I ask you to fulfill what you promised me before - immediately hand over today's official draft to me."

Lewis, who was still thinking about how to invite these ignorant people away, suddenly froze.

He felt that Vincent in front of him looked extremely majestic, and his words were irresistible...

He was so nervous that his breath was short of breath, his heart beat faster, and he felt that rejecting Vincent's request was simply the hardest thing in the world.

He had no choice but to lick his mouth that suddenly became dry, and replied cautiously: "Okay, okay, sir..."

Not daring to look at Vincent again, Lewis turned around in a panic and looked at the employee in the public relations department next to him: "Rex, finish today's financial announcement before getting off work!"

Vincent thought it would be another verbal battle, but he didn't expect everything to be so simple.

He returned to the office and demanded Lewis to submit the manuscript with a tough attitude. He, who was glib just now, suddenly gave in!

He turned his head in disbelief and wanted to look at Sean, only to find that the young president's assistant was standing behind him.

Sean patted Vincent on the shoulder and led him out of the office.

"It's unbelievable, Mr. Dickinson!" Vincent said excitedly, "Lewis actually agreed. I thought it was hopeless. I didn't expect you to see that he has wavered..."

Seeing the somewhat excited reporter leader, Xiao En had a slight smile on his face.

"If you hadn't rushed over..." Vincent suddenly sighed a little, as if he felt that he was in a disadvantaged position. "If you hadn't rushed over, I might not have been able to get today's manuscript."

Sean shook his shoulder with a strong hand: "No, it's not like that, Vincent.

"If it weren't for your softness and toughness before, the words I came here to say would not have worked.

"The work you do matters too."

Sean knew in his heart that this was not true. He used some unconventional means to ask for the manuscript this time.

But the young newspaper president didn't want to miss an inspiring opportunity.

Hearing what Sean said, Vincent felt a mixture of guilt and gratitude when he thought of his previous actions.

He blinked, pursed his mouth, and nodded heavily.

·

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the new edition of "Evening Post" started printing on time.

On the first floor of the newspaper headquarters, after the first batch of evening papers were printed, John Jackson took a newspaper with freshly dried ink in it, quickly walked up the stairs, passed through the slightly excited editorial staff, and rang the Shaw bell. The door to Ann Dickinson's office.

"Please come in."

Knowing that it was John who came to deliver the newspaper, Sean couldn't help but stood up.

He walked towards John who entered the door, and took the first evening newspaper that the young man handed over, sponsored and edited by him: "Thank you, John."

My heart beats a little faster.

Although he has already seen the sample draft given by the typesetting editor, Sean still wants to browse this official first issue for himself.

Finished in his seat, Sean laid the newspaper flat on the desk.

The Evening Beacon, No. 1, February 5, 1925.

Next to the evening paper is the sign Sean asked the illustrator to draw: a sea surface in a diamond shape, and a stable lighthouse on the sea surface.

"Lighthouse" is the official name of the new version of the New Testament Evening News.

The name and logo are the result of Sean's deliberation.

The personification of Salvationism is usually compared to a "shepherd" or "lighthouse".

Whether it is the intention of "lighthouse" or the rhombus in the logo, there is a faint "pro-salvation" stance.

Not only from the name and logo, Sean has also made up his mind that his position in running the newspaper must be close to the Salvation Church.

This is considered from a larger strategic level.

First of all, Sean already knows that there are problems with the righteous gods of today's first faith.

In the foreseeable future, this huge hidden danger will affect the collective destiny of mankind.

He couldn't foresee what form the conflict would take, when it would start...

But he knew that the future was far from optimistic—it would be a matter of time before that weird righteous **** threatened mankind.

Then, before the outbreak of the war, it was only natural to establish a good relationship with the powerful court and accumulate strength in secret.

In particular, his "Black Knight" identity is the leader of a minority belief.

This is doomed, in order to offset the risk, his "white knight" must maintain a "loyalty" image.

If Shawshank Rogers' "missionary career" suffers a major setback, and is even directly targeted by Keane, Sean, who has always been loyal to the "God Court", can abandon that identity and continue to lurk~lightnovelpub.net~From Considering these aspects, Sean Dickinson, a passionate newspaper pioneer, must have an external image of being pro-God.

What's more, Sean likes the idea of ​​a lighthouse.

He symbolizes firm watch, shining through the fog.

Then came the newspaper's slogan—"New Testament in a Day."

The New Testament Evening Post changed its name, but its soul was put in its slogan.

This slogan is the result of a night of discussion between Sean and Norton editor-in-chief.

The one-day New Testament not only expresses the fact that the evening paper condenses the news of the day, but also has the feeling of reading the "Lighthouse Evening News" as the end of the day...

It is not only a summary of newspaper content, but also an advocacy of a way of life.

Sean believes that if marketing around this slogan is carried out in the future, it will definitely have good results.