The Modern Age of the Mysterious

The conference room on the second floor of the New Testament Evening News.

Sean Dickinson walked in and looked up at the staff in the conference room—

The reporters from the editorial department were sitting with the team leader Vincent, who were still talking about jokes before, but when they saw the new president entered the door, they immediately shut up, with an unfriendly smile on their faces.

The head of the printing and marketing department and the deputy head are a man and a woman. They have the same fat and the same height. They look like two couples who came out of a cartoon. Seeing Sean coming in, the two of them stared round, as if they were dissatisfied with the whole meeting. After all, their department is only responsible for work, and meetings are a waste of time.

The head of the advertising department pushed his glasses. He was not well-looking, with dark circles and bags under his eyes. The entire portrait only had three shades of black, white and gray. He yawned sullenly, clearly unmotivated.

The accounting lady blinked her big eyes, but her mind seemed to have left the conference room.

Editor-in-chief Steve Ryan sat across the long table with ashtrays and coffee cups set out in front of him. He sits so casually, as if he is at home.

Sean's original plan was to let the employees take a break and hold this meeting tomorrow or the day after.

But when he saw today's "New Testament Evening News", he felt that he could no longer delay——

He didn't allow the newspaper he was in charge to look like this, not even for a second.

No choice but to have a meeting.

After a slight cough, the aura of a strong soul naturally radiated, and everyone in the conference room sat upright involuntarily.

The editor-in-chief frowned, and smothered the cigarette **** out of discomfort in his heart. He couldn't understand why he had some instinctive awe for this young man. He coughed lightly to dispel the awkward feeling.

After confirming that everyone's eyes were on him, Sean raised the newspaper in his hand - it was the "New Testament Evening News" that has not yet been printed today.

He didn't say anything, and put the evening paper in front of John, who was sitting next to him: "John, read today's headlines."

"Okay, Mr. Dickinson." John cleared his throat narrowly, "Blanken Manor Prom, reporter, Tom Ackerson..."

"Not long after the New Year's ball, Blanken Manor held another wonderful ball to celebrate the visit of St. Chris, one of the six saints..."

"Okay, John." Sean interrupted John's reading, "You've read this report, I want to ask you..." Sean didn't look at John, but looked straight ahead, looking at The core figures in the editorial department, "What did this report write about?"

"Uh..." John looked away from the newspaper in his hand, "it wrote, uh, the dresses of the ladies at the ball, criticized the eldest Miss Rios for wearing the same dress as the Christmas ball the year before, and also wrote about the new The food that Lord Bishop Leland likes, and the quirks of the New Testament Treasurer when he eats..."

"Well, that's almost it, these are indeed." Sean nodded and continued to ask, "John, I want to ask you, how many years is this year?"

"Huh? Mr. Dickinson?" John didn't understand what Sean meant.

"What year is it in the 1990s, John?"

"1925, sir."

Sean: "Oh, John, thank you! If it wasn't for your reminder, I would have thought it was 1900 when I read today's evening paper."

Almost everyone could understand Sean's joke, and there was a low burst of laughter from the conference room.

The reporter team leader Vincent laughed, as did Tom who wrote this report. But editor-in-chief Ryan didn't laugh.

"Everyone, are you serious?" Sean tried his best to control his emotions, "It's already 1925, and the European War has ended for so long—our front page headlines or prom stories?"

With that said, Sean threw today's New Testament Times on the table. Compared with the old and outdated layout next to it, the layout of the New Testament Times was extraordinarily flexible, and the huge text seemed to jump out of the paper: "Gun killed! —"

The subtitle below it reads: "Just in Xiacheng, three people died!"

"This **** newspaper sold 300,000 copies yesterday and today, and it can only be predicted that there will be more or less tomorrow! Can you tell why now?"

"Mr. Dickinson, please calm your anger." Ryan's voice was as low as thunder, although it was not loud, it could reach everyone's ears, "I know what you want to express. The front page headline chosen by the Times is indeed Eye-catching, but...

"You may not know, the old readers of the Evening News don't like changes. The prom experience is indeed an old-fashioned report, but they do like it...

"If we give up the old readers, the sales of the newspaper will only be..."

Sean waved his hand, and Ryan, who became more and more excited, blinked and swallowed the words.

"There are a lot of things we want to discuss..." After slowing down, Sean said, "I think this is the most unnecessary thing to discuss." He pointed to the title of "Prom".

"As you all know, the sales of evening newspapers are going from bad to worse...

"If we don't save ourselves quickly, there will be no New Testament Evening News in the future."

After Sean's words were spoken, he won the affirmation of some people.

But under the watch of the editor-in-chief Ryan, those who affirmed took their attitude back.

"So, today," Sean slowed down, "I want to announce a few important things."

As if it was the eve of the rainstorm, the conference room suddenly became quieter.

"First~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Sean raised a finger, "The New Testament Evening News will change its name and enter the newspaper market with a new look. "

Before he finished speaking, there was a rustling of discussions in the conference room.

A makeover is a big deal for a newspaper, and it's something that it won't do unless it has to.

It is also the most hated thing by conservative people.

In the midst of the discussion, Sean raised his second finger: "Second, we will suspend the publication for seven days - however, as the new president, I will write a letter explaining our suspension."

The voice of the discussion grew louder, and people exchanged glances nervously, not understanding what was going on here...

"Third..." Sean's voice became louder in order to suppress the panicked discussions. "The New Testament Evening News, which appears with a new look, will be priced from 4 cents to 2 cents."

"What?!" The reporter team leader almost shouted, "We're going to become a penny paper?!"

The penny papers are those newspapers that go the low-pricing route. Once, the mainstream of penny newspapers was 1 cent newspapers, but now the unit price of penny newspapers is mostly 2 cents. Today, it is the penny newspaper that sells more than 100,000 in the market.

As if the sky was falling, the conference room was full of noise.

When Sean said the third decision, people seemed to let go of their complaints about the first two.

It seems to them that the New Testament Evening Paper has become a penny paper, which is a matter of selling their souls.

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