The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Finally, the clamor outside the door subsided.

Sean knows that employees have basically made decisions.

Most people decided to keep working and wait and see. And some thorns are still standing outside the president's office, ready to start a debate with themselves.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Judy came in with a cautious voice: "Mr. Dickinson, the editor-in-chief and the reporters are looking for you..."

"Let them one by one..." Before Sean could finish speaking, Judy was pushed into the office.

Editor-in-chief Steve Ryan walked in in a hurry, followed by his sidekick, the reporter group leader Vincent, as well as five reporters and three editors with different expressions. The messy footsteps created an unstable atmosphere.

Sean was surrounded by a group of people, but Olivia Wind Chime didn't move, just sat behind her desk and continued to read.

Sean couldn't help frowning: "I said, if there is anything you want to discuss with me, you can come to me one by one."

Ryan's attitude maintained a superficial respect, and he said calmly: "Yes, we know your request-but, when we were discussing outside the door, our thoughts and opinions were the same. You, I'm afraid you will waste your precious time..."

Sean didn't have a seizure, just quietly watched the group of people in front of him.

They have different expressions. Some of them are as stern as Ryan, some hide themselves behind the crowd, and some dare not look directly into their eyes...

Sean was sure that if they were asked to come to him alone, they would not necessarily appear, but at this moment, being encouraged by the editor-in-chief and team leader, he seemed to feel that he had power.

Judy quietly walked out the door. In order to maintain her boss's dignity, she wanted to close the office door, but Sean shook his head slightly.

The smart Judy understood what the boss meant, but closed the door a little, leaving a sideways opening.

Sean originally wanted to talk one by one, and use private conversations to disintegrate this "collective coercion" situation.

In that case, he estimates that the worst outcome is that Ryan and Vincent take away one or two reporters and editors, and the newspaper can still operate normally...

Unexpectedly, this Steve Ryan didn't care about his feelings at all - he wrapped almost the entire editorial force of the editorial department and rushed into his office.

His intentions are very obvious.

He wants to give the new young boss a slap in the face. He wants to continue to hold the actual power of the newspaper just like the Bennett era. He wants Sean to retract the order he just gave at the meeting...

Although Sean knew what he wanted to do, he still crossed his hands, sat upright, and said in a deep voice, "Although I don't appreciate the way you disrespect your superiors, I can also feel that you have a strong desire to express.

"In this special period, I can ignore your rudeness.

"Since you really want to express something, please say it."

Ryan's turbid eyes showed a sharpness at the moment, trying to pierce Sean's heart: "Mr. Dickinson, as a representative of the editorial department, what I want to say is that we really understand your attempt to save The heart of newspaper sales...

"But we agreed," Old Ryan looked back at the young people behind him, "that the decision you just made at the meeting is still up for debate..."

"Negotiable?" Sean could feel his patience running out a little bit, but he also enjoyed the feeling of controlling his emotions, "What else is worth discussing about this matter?"

Ryan closed his eyes, as if he was taming a stubborn fierce horse: "We all believe that whether it is changing the name, changing the content or changing the price, these are not suitable for the current New Testament Evening News."

"Do all of you think so?" Sean looked past the editor-in-chief who was in front of him and asked the young people behind him directly.

No one answered, and the air in the office became dull.

The editor-in-chief continued: "You don't have to doubt, just now we all..."

Sean suddenly stood up.

In the eyes of Ryan and other reporters and editors, his stature was so tall that when he stood up, they couldn't help but lean back slightly.

Sean's tone didn't turn stern, but anyone knew what he said was beyond question: "Don't try to talk to me about the direction of running a newspaper.

"What I'm talking about is a 'decision', not a 'proposal' for everyone to discuss.

"I think your way of doing your due diligence should be to resolutely fulfill my demands, instead of taking your salary from the Evening News and rushing into my office to try to interfere with my decision."

"Mr. Dickinson! The New Testament Evening News is a place that advocates a free atmosphere. I am afraid your authoritarian approach will not be appreciated by the employees!" Ryan's tone seemed to be very sad, "If under your control, the newspaper If it is such an atmosphere, we may have to leave!"

Sean knew that because the door was open, Ryan's words had drifted out of the door.

The employees outside the door almost held their breaths. Everyone knows what's going on - the editor-in-chief is threatening the new boss with a collective resignation.

"Mr. Dickinson, I didn't want to say these words..." Ryan raised his hands, as if trying to ease the atmosphere, "I just wanted to remind you..."

"Who do you mean by 'we'?" Sean asked suddenly.

"what?"

"You said, 'we' had to leave. Who are you talking about? The entire editorial department, or you and a few of your cronies?"

Ryan's face was incredulous: "Of course it's all the people behind me, what's wrong?"

Sean didn't continue to look at the editor-in-chief. He held his arm, tapped his fingers, and looked at the person behind Ryan...

He is weighing.

Judging from the expressions of the reporters and editors behind Ryan, Sean believes that as long as he refuses the collective resignation, not everyone will go with him.

It is likely that two or three reporters and editors will remain.

It's true that Sean couldn't find so many qualified candidates in a short period of time, but...

He thought of the three typewriters in front of him in the independent reporter's office.

He knows that he can take over the work of three reporters alone, and this is not the state of his full output.

In other words, even if the editor-in-chief took some people away, and he could not find a suitable candidate in a short period of time, the Evening News could still operate.

No one can threaten Sean Dickinson.

The new president nodded: "Ryan, I wanted to work with you to make Evening News a good job.

"But it looks like you turned down the opportunity.

Ryan didn't understand what was happening in front of him...

Does this young man know what he is doing?

Does he really dare to risk the resignation of the entire editorial department to continue fighting with himself?

Even Mr. Bennett can't do anything about himself, he actually...

The editor-in-chief opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something, but couldn't.

"Praise yourself as a hero, don't think about making progress, berate dissidents, suppress the minds of young people..." Sean's eyes became cold, looking directly at the terrified editor-in-chief~www.readwn.com~ makes his face even paler .

"For the sake of his desire for power and comfort, he did not hesitate to drag down the entire newspaper..."

"You are the one who hinders the development of the Evening News!"

John, who was on the side, opened his eyes wide, and his heart beat faster than ever—he once slammed the editor-in-chief violently in his dream, but he never thought that this scene would actually happen!

Sean walked up to Ryan step by step, and said in a completely suppressed gesture: "Steve Ryan, I have nothing to talk to you about!" Ryan seemed to hold up all his willpower to not sit on the ground. .

Sean looked behind him: "I believe the young people behind you have different ideas from you."

"Before I leave work today, I accept anyone's resignation, and the resignation procedures will be completed within today.

"However," Sean raised a finger and emphasized, "the collective resignation has no legal effect, and I only accept the resignation submitted individually."

He turned around, faced the two thorns, and said in a cold tone: "Ryan and Vincent, you two will stay at your workstations and write your resignation.

"If you dare to link up or incite, I will regard it as affecting the normal production of the company, and let the education officials take you away directly."

Sean lightly patted the dust on his clothes, stood proudly, and said to the entire newspaper office through the half-open door:

"Don't try to kidnap anyone again—"

"Let young people choose their own path."

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