The Modern Age of the Mysterious

John Jackson got up early this morning. When he came out of Schroeder's barber shop, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, it was twenty minutes before he went to work. It took just enough time to walk from here to the editorial office of the Lighthouse Evening News. water

He just got a new hairstyle. The temples are short and grow upwards, and the blonde and chestnut hair on the top is combed back. This hairstyle makes his baby face look more mature. When making a request to Mr. Schroeder, he directly took out a photo-a recent photo taken by the reporter of the Beacon Evening News for an exclusive interview with Mr. Sean Dickinson.

"Just cut it like this," John demanded.

The morning air is slightly cool, the sun is directly ahead, the sun shines on the face and chest, it feels as if it is waking up something...

As an adult in his twenties, John Jackson didn't like being called "Little John" by others. Because he thinks that, apart from his younger face, he is very mature in mind and demeanor.

Maybe not as mature as his boss, Sean Dickinson, but definitely not suitable for a name like "Little John", right?

Thinking of this, he straightened his slightly hunched back, and his steps became more and more steady, without much expression on his face—just like Mr. Dickinson when he was walking.

He imagined Sean's appearance, and felt that he also had momentum. Just like Mr. Dickinson. A well-mannered gray wolf in a suit. water

Little John bought coffee and sandwiches at the breakfast shop at the door. Although he knew that his idol would drink coffee without sugar, he still couldn't help but took two packs of sugar...

Push the door and walk into the editorial department, just when people from all walks of life are waiting to arrive. He walked briskly, nodding his head to greet everyone.

When he turned around the tea room and walked towards his office, a person jumped out. Judy Walter, slightly permed hair bouncing, wearing a plaid skirt, red lips and pearl necklace today... John's heart skipped a beat, but nothing showed on his face.

Judy lured him into the pantry. John frowned: "What's the matter Judy? Mr. Dickinson is coming today, we can't..."

Hush! She snapped her fingers up. With a slightly excited expression, she picked up a newspaper and folded a certain page for John to read. John put the coffee and sandwiches on the table, took the newspaper without knowing what it was, and first glanced at the header... Today's "New Testament Times", the gaze is naturally attracted by the biggest headline...

Then his eyes widened.

Next to the impressive title is a black-and-white photo of two silhouettes illuminated by a flash in the dark. A man is opening a car door for a lady...water

Celebrity Katherine Headey's Evening Visit to Newspaper Upstarts

He followed the article with his eyes and began to read it, and after a hasty scan, he knew what was going on...

Putting down the newspaper, his eyes were lost in thought. After blinking, he picked up the newspaper again and looked at the photo for confirmation.

Then, he finally realizes something: their boss is having an affair. And the object of the gossip is that Catherine Headey.

"Our boss is really... If you don't make a big deal, you will be a blockbuster..." Judy held her face and shook her head lightly, "You said that he is so busy alone, how can he know such a star? Besides, he took the initiative to drive to his house !..."

John narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the news. The other party is a famous movie star now, and the people who go in and out are all upper-class celebrities. Although my boss owns a newspaper office, he is still outside that social circle and can only be regarded as a doer who has just emerged...

People who read the newspapers today are probably hearing the name Sean Dickinson for the first time. How could such an almost unknown person associate with such a person? ! water

Mr. Dickinson's life is really unreasonable...Little John closed his eyes.

When he saw this side news, he was still a little shocked, after all, there was still a gap in the status of the two. But when he thought that the man in the story was Mr. Dickinson...he suddenly felt reasonable again.

Putting down the newspaper and straightening his clothes, John came back from the state of shock, thinking about Sean's usual appearance, he said calmly: "It's not something to make a fuss about..."

Not worth the fuss? Judy looked at the colleague in front of her with some surprise. Then they heard a voice at the door saying hello: "Mr. Dickinson!"

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As soon as he walked into the newspaper office, Sean noticed a strange atmosphere.

Although the people he met greeted him as usual, but outside of that, he always felt that some people's expressions were not natural. There is a strange vibe in the air. water

It should be because of what happened last night...

His employees should already know that their boss is dating a movie star.

However, Sean didn't care about the atmosphere, and just strode towards the office.

"Mr. Dickinson." At the door of the tea room, Little John and Judy stood together. With her hands behind her back, Judy hid a copy of today's New Testament Times, and Lingzhi saw that the folded page was indeed her scandal.

John greeted himself very seriously. He pursed his lips and clenched his fists, with a tacit excitement in his eyes. As if to say: As expected of you, my boss!

Sean felt a little helpless in his heart, but still nodded with a smile.

As a mystery explorer, he has become less and less able to personally understand Changshi's judgment system. water

He knew that being with a woman like Catherine might be what all men dreamed of. But this vanity no longer belonged to him. Compared with these, he cares more about accumulating strength.

The great flood is coming, he is Noah, and he wants to build his big ship stronger.

The current level of explorers, the current sales volume of the newspaper, and the current scale of Night Breeze are not enough.

Where is the mood to care about these things? Shaking his head slightly in his heart, he walked into the office.

Not long after entering the office, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

It was Hill, the editor in charge of the current affairs edition, who probed in. He wore thick glasses and had a perplexed expression on his face. water

"What's wrong?"

"Boss, I have to ask your opinion on this matter..." Hill got in and closed the door gently.

Standing in front of Sean, he seemed a little uncomfortable. After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "Uh...Boss, what happened last night at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com... You know, other companies have already reported it. As an evening newspaper, There is no point in reporting it again. Considering the sales volume of the newspaper, how about we give you an exclusive interview on this matter?"

Hill was unsurprisingly kicked out. When passing by the editor-in-chief's office, he shook his head inward, and Norton could only shrug his shoulders when he saw it.

If the boss does not agree, there is no way.

However, in fact, for Norton, sales growth is no longer a problem. His and Sean's predictions are very accurate, and a more professional news tone has gradually become the mainstream nowadays. Readers are not fools, and they can tell the difference between traditional gaudy tone and professional journalism.

Those newspapers that have failed to transform are rapidly shrinking, and those that are conservative have already been kicked out of the game. water

I heard that the former editor who has been shouting for gaudy taste, the former "Lighthouse Overlord" Steve Ryan, can no longer find a job and can only go home to take care of his grandchildren.

Times are changing. Change should be accommodated, or, even, should be "leaded" to change.

It's only been four months since Sean took over the lighthouse

Both Norton and Sean know that this is the benefit of respecting the audience.

During the two months that Sean was away, the daily sales volume of the Evening News has exceeded the 70,000 mark, and the growth momentum has not even slowed down.

The "Evening Beacon" has taken advantage of the tide of the times and began to accelerate. When they squeezed into the "100,000 Club", that is, when they became one of the top ten newspapers in the country, people couldn't help but face up to this "brother son" who came from Green and didn't know the "heaven and earth".