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"If you don't drive, do you want me to walk there?"

Seeing his persistence, Hagen sighed inwardly and called him.

The newspaper headquarters was not close to the airport. It was a two-hour drive. Chen Jun didn't say anything during the whole journey and silently looked at the newspaper employee composition information sent by Hagen.

The "Daily News" is headquartered in Los Angeles and has distribution bases in western cities in other states. Therefore, there are about 80 people in Los Angeles, including the reporter team, editorial team, art editor team, typesetting team, advertising department, and distribution and printing department.

, editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, president.

The car drove smoothly and stopped when the time came.

Through the window, Chen Jun saw a huge sign on a building from a distance, with the words "Daily News" clearly visible.

This is a very European-style classical building with a strong British style. When they stepped out of the car, they were already greeted by a newspaper editor named Lawrence, followed by a group of men and women with wide eyes and curious expressions. Those were newspaper editors.

of middle-level personnel.

Chen Jun even saw a few oriental faces in it. When he walked inside, there was no fragrance of ink as he imagined. The office was no different from the white-collar offices of this era.

He patrolled for a while and alerted many lower-level employees, such as reporters and editors. They were surprised to see the handsome young man suddenly arrive and discussed in low voices.

After watching for more than an hour, Chen Jun basically understood the production and distribution process of newspapers in this era. A group of middle-level leaders followed him. He walked into the president's office seemingly tired and sat on the table.

Leather soft chair.

Editor-in-chief Lawrence looked up at the figure on the seat and couldn't help but shudder.

"What's the matter, Lawrence?"

"Is that the position of our president?" he reminded.

"So, can't I sit down?" Chen Jun smiled and looked at some ministers and editor-level figures below, except for the newspaper president, "Can you also tell me why President Adams didn't come to see me?

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Hearing this, Lawrence, who was stroking his beard, flashed a trace of disdain. He felt that the other person was a naughty child who had stolen power. He said with a smile, "I just said that President Adams has gone to other cities to handle newspaper affairs. It may take two days."

Genius can come!"

"Well, since he didn't come, I will appoint you as the president temporarily, okay?"

He sat on the soft chair and spoke in a calm and kind tone.

Next to him, Tom Hagen frowned and looked at William who was so abnormal. He couldn't understand the current situation at all. This was such a child's play.

"I can't do it, I can't do it."

As the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Lawrence's eyes suddenly brightened, and he flashed with fierce covetousness, but in a flash he shook his head violently and waved his hands quickly, "I can't do it. I can't compare to the president's talent. I can't do it."

"Can't you?"

Chen Jun suddenly stood up, walked to him, grabbed his shoulders, "Can't you do it? If you can't do it, just stop talking!"

Bang!

A scarlet plum blossom was instantly printed on the white wall. Lawrence screamed in pain, covered his head and fell to the ground.

The five or six middle-level staff in the room were all startled by this scene. They all looked at each other in shock, remembering the news that the president had said that the newspaper was controlled by a gang.

Seeing this scene, Tom Hagen couldn't sit still anymore and stood up immediately.

Chen Jun turned around and looked into those suppressed and angry eyes. He didn't say anything, but patted Hagen's shoulder repeatedly.

Their eyes met in the air, and there were only five or six middle-level people talking quietly in the room.

Staring at those eyes, Tom Hagen couldn't help but feel cold. A black shadow suddenly flashed in his mind. Different from his godfather's wise and deep eyes, these eyes were extremely sharp and restrained, as if he had just pulled out half of a bright silver Sicilian steel knife.

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Hagen sat down quietly.

"To be honest, I didn't mean any harm."

Chen Jun turned around and shrugged, "I just think his tone and eyes are disgusting. It's OK to disrespect me, but you can't disrespect the name Corleone!"

After speaking, everyone was shocked by the words, and he pointed at the Asian face in the middle with some gray hair and a medium build.

"Me?" Wilde pointed at himself, not sure, his eyes evasive, for fear that the young man would nod.

"right!"

Chen Jun nodded, "It's you. I've seen your resume. You're also the editor-in-chief. Do you dare to be the vice president of the newspaper?"

Just as a frightening thought flashed across his mind, his eyes suddenly widened again, his face filled with disbelief. The emotion of fear and surprise came so quickly.

He has always believed that his skin color limited his development, but even so, he has reached this level with his ability. Unfortunately, he is nearly 50 years old, so he has no hope of promotion.

"Can!"

He answered very quickly, as if he had the vitality of a young man instantly.

Chen Jun pointed his finger at everyone again, "Now, although Adams is not here, after I finish speaking, does anyone object?"