"Sean! They're crazy!" Judy heard the man shouting as soon as she saw the handsome man walk into Sean's office.

Judy Walter knew that Mr. 1902 favored black tea, so she went straight to the tea room without asking.

The indignant Moonlight walked to Sean's desk: "They are not criticizing the newspaper, but insulting you!"

Moonlight, who had been to the office during Sean's overtime, sat on the sofa familiarly. Because of his intense mood, he remembered the feeling of smoking again, so he could only take a deep breath and rub his pockets.

When Judy came in with the black tea, Moonlight stood up and took it in a gentlemanly manner.

Evan Burns did not come with Moonlight. After Ivan settled in Yueguang's house, they found that this partner was a bookworm. Except for going to the Queen-level library to borrow and return books, he locked himself in the room to read for the rest of the time-Moonlight had to go every once in a while. Just make sure he's all right.

Sean motioned Moonlight to wait a moment, and continued to read the newspaper in his hand with a smile.

It was a little-known newspaper, with a daily sales volume of only 5,000 copies, but the columnist gave a positive evaluation to the revision of "Evening Lighthouse"——

This is what Sean found interesting: not all newspapers are unanimously targeting themselves, and quite a few knowledgeable people feel the new and progressive temperament of the Evening News after reading the first issue.

This is what Sean didn't expect.

He folded the newspaper in half with satisfaction and put it on the table: "What's the matter, man?" He looked at the moonlight, "You seem to be more angry than me."

Moonlight, who seemed to have been sulking during Sean's reading, sat up straight: "Have you read those articles that wrote you? They can be said to be wanton abuse! How can you..." Moonlight looked puzzled Sean, "How can you not be angry at all?"

Although he knew Sean's temperament, he never thought that he would be caught in such a vortex of negative public opinion. Sean was able to have no negative emotions at all, and even smiled freely, as if every newspaper had awarded him a "medal" .

Moonlight wasn't angry at Sean's "numbness", but really didn't understand why he was so calm.

Then, Sean told Moonlight about his "spotlight" theory - readers like war of words, and as long as other newspapers are still scolding him, they can still promote the "Evening News".

Moreover, after the "moral war" of newspapers in the early 20th century, people would actually be skeptical of such critical articles. The siege and slander at the moment will not really damage Sean's reputation.

There will be no actual losses, and it can also have a promotional effect on the Evening News...

"What's there to be angry about?" Sean spread his hands.

After listening to what Sean said, Moonlight nodded as if enlightened. The anger that filled his heart because his friend was slandered had begun to ebb, replaced by a peace of understanding.

"Also..." Sean moved his chair, got closer, and lowered his voice, "This proves more and more that the reform of the Evening News is a success."

"How?" The pianist tilted his head.

Sean straightened up: "After the first issue was released, did their attacks escalate?"

"That's right. Before, he was just a paranoid talking to himself, but now he's like a pack of mad dogs." Moonlight glanced at the newspapers piled on Sean's desk, and pouted in disdain.

"Why do they do this?"

"Then why," Yueguang sighed, "because they hate you."

"There is no hate for no reason." Sean's eyes flashed that light again, the light of insight, "They hate me more and more because...

"Fear."

Moonlight raised his eyebrows in understanding.

"Fear." Sean continued, "After they read the first issue of Evening Beacon, they were scared."

"That's why they attacked more frantically according to their own instincts."

"The Evening News is really exciting now," Sean tilted his head complacently, "Man."

However, after reading other newspapers, Sean also found something unusual.

Two other major local newspapers, the New Testament Times and the Wall Street Journal, had no comment—no praise or disparagement—for the evening’s revision.

Maybe it's because they don't care about the evening news at all, or because they've gotten out of the vulgar taste of war of words.

In short, these two newspapers that Sean was in awe of, really showed...

Completely different weather.

Sean knew that those newspapers that wanted to make him angry and make him make mistakes were not his opponents from the beginning.

If it is said that running a newspaper is like climbing a mountain, his real opponent is still above the clouds above his head.

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Sean has realized that the "magic trick" of the war of words will gradually fail and produce a backlash effect.

If he continues to be deeply involved in such a whirlpool, not only will it not bring more attention, but it will gradually tire readers, and even leave the impression of "fighting" and "killed maniac" in their minds.

So, Sean followed his intuition and published his final reply to his personal and newspaper attacks in the second issue of the Evening News.

In this reply, he resumed his calm and rational brushstrokes, and repeatedly emphasized the importance of seeking common ground while reserving differences.

He also welcomes corrections and criticisms from people from all walks of life...

At the end of the article, he promised not to make any reply to the attack, and took the initiative to turn off the "spotlight".

The second issue of Evening Beacon still maintains the same high level of distribution.

The next morning, Sean received two pieces of good news.

Because Sean was late in the traffic jam, John, who was excited to open the door for him, made a "V" gesture with a radiant face.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ 20,000 copies! John lowered his excited tone, "The second issue sold 20,000 copies!" "

Sean chuckled lightly.

Although I know that there are still many bubbles, this is a good enough number.

"John, you have to get used to numbers like this in the future." Sean said jokingly as he walked forward.

I saw Judy walking over again. The slightly fat female assistant had beautiful facial features, but her flushed face made her even more charming: "Mr. Dickinson, the order from the post office is here!" Her eyes flickered. , "We've added 600 annual subscriptions!"

20,000 daily sales did not stop Sean, but 600 annual subscriptions stopped Sean.

Before the "bubble" subsided, you can already see the "wine" rising.

Sean knew that in the previous daily sales, only about 1,000 were annual subscribers.

The new edition has only been released for two issues, and the annual subscription has doubled...

This is a somewhat unexpected result for Sean.

Sean knew that this was the credit of the "Speed ​​Edition".

The middle-class people of the New Testament bought the Evening News because they were concerned about revisions and quarrels, and they came across the "Speed ​​Edition", which made their eyes shine.

Considering that progressives are being persecuted by the old school, in order to show their attitude, they have taken practical actions...

So, there is such a result.

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