American Fortune Life
Chapter 365: Can't Stop
In the afternoon, Andy nodded to the newspaper staff with a smile and greeted him on the way, watching a busy worker holding a cardboard box, walking into the newspaper lobby, and discovering a busy scene, he couldn't help but slightly frowned.
With a confusion, Andy came to his office, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, sat on the boss's chair, just wanted to pick up the phone and call Pete Kaplan, and the red light on the answering machine flashed.
“Boss, the editor-in-chief of Kaplan wants to see you. ”
“Let him in. ”
Then the office door was pushed open and Pete Kaplan walked in with a smile.
“Sit down, I just wanted to ask you something... Tory, two cups of coffee.” Andy smiled and extended his hand to tell Pete to sit down and then said to the assistant behind Pete.
“Okay, boss. ”
Looking at the office door being closed, Andy smiled and asked, "When I came, I saw the newspaper was busy up and down. What happened? ”
“Well, the good news is that three New York area newspapers have recently been merged. The World Observer will be ready in no time. The office building downstairs has been rented and is being staffed, so it looks a little messy, but it will soon return to normal.” Pete Kaplan's face is so full of laughter that years of dreams can finally come true, and The New York Observer, a weekly magazine that has left Manhattan, has come out of New York, and at a time when the paper market is visibly shrinking, it can be said that it is already very difficult for their newspaper to make such a development.
“Well, here's the thing. You're moving really fast. Have you thought about the content of the issue?” Andy asked with satisfaction that he was not unfamiliar with media publishing, but he could not compare himself to a senior man like Pete, who could be reassured that there was such a professional at the helm.
“Isn't this coming to ask the boss for some help, and also the boss you need to set a release date.” Pete Kaplan laughed.
“Ha! Who do you want to interview? I don't know too many celebrities... Well, it's not the president, is it?” Andy joked and said, seemingly thinking about something, uncertainly asking back.
“Of course, it would be best if old Mr. Smith could do an interview for us, and as the inaugural issue, it would necessarily be necessary for people to feel our aura. We have a dedicated team of paparazzi, but after all, too many flower news and entertainment stories would impress our newspapers with gossip tabloids. ”
Andy listened to Pete Kaplan's reasoning and shook his head and said after a moment of silence, "Well, I'll get back to you, hopefully to meet your wishes. ”
“Oh, wait for your good news, by the way, when? And here's a sample of the next issue of the weekly magazine.” Pete Kaplan handed Andy the file.
Andy glanced puzzled at Pete and started flipping up quickly, "If it was time, maybe on April 1st, Fool's Day, huh, I think it would be interesting... ”
With a pair on Pete Kaplan's face, I knew it would be like this.
Turning over the sample, Andy couldn't help but frown slightly, which was nothing but news about some sweet little Britney's mental problems, and Heinev, the founder of Playboy magazine's 80-year-old third marriage, to his 53-year-old girlfriend Harry Madson.
For this old boy, Heinev, to be honest, Andy was admirable, three girlfriends who lived in his mansion, and before that, only Madson and Heinev could sleep in the same bedroom, which was a good winner in life.
The only thing that made Andy feel frowned upon was the fact that there was an analysis of the current U.S. real estate market in this issue of the weekly magazine. After all, in the real estate area, The New York Observer is still very authoritative and influential.
Most importantly, the story, with a lot of data and field interviews with journalists, was convincing and Andy was very satisfied with the editors' abilities in his newspaper's real estate column.
Frowning, fingers tapping gently on the desktop of the desk, Andy looked up at Pete and said seriously, “Real estate, I'll let you know when it comes! ”
“ ”Pete Kaplan's heart was slightly heavy and, to be honest, when he first saw the story, he felt the editors were a little alarmed, but now that he sees the face and demands of the boss, he knows it's not that simple.
“Boss... ”
“You're right, what's in this story is likely to happen. If you have a house like this in your hand, get out of it as soon as possible and don't fantasize about it. ”
Andy does not exclude disclosing some views to his subordinates. Of course, he doesn't listen to the individual. After all, Pete has read the story. It is no secret that there are not a few people who see the real estate bubble problem. The key is whether they believe it or not and are unwilling to give up their interests.
Some people's greed, even if you scream through their throats to remind them, to warn them, will not, and will not, believe, because the interests are touching, there are always unrealistic illusions, maybe just a brief drop, maybe tomorrow will rise again...
Sending away Pitt Kaplan, who was a little worried, Andy looked at the red invitation left on the table and laughed, "Is it ridiculous that the newspaper's downturn can be solved by sitting together for a meeting? ”
Invitations were sent jointly by the New York Times and the Wall Street Journal, News Group and other newspapers to gather American newspapers to discuss the future of the press and address the shrinking paper market.
The bigger the group, the more it hates the impact of the Internet. At present, there is no professional news reporting website in the United States, and some are just newspaper websites set up by well-funded newspapers to cater to the needs of internet users.
To be honest, the widespread use of smartphones has brought about the greatest impact on the traditional newspaper market since the media era.
Andy knew that the paper-based survival space would be squeezed, and the Internet was the trend. He also supported Pete's daily newspaper, just to prepare for his own mobile news app in the future, work out the team, and pull it over directly to the horse.
As for the banquet, go, why not, he still remembers the old guys who ridiculed him when he first bought the newspaper. Not only did he not screw up, but he also rose and began to take their share of the daily newspaper. In Andy's view, he didn't want to see more people than he didn't want to see.
At that time, they made themselves unhappy, so naturally they would not let go of the opportunity to manifest themselves in front of a group of old things, choking them, after all, their self-proclaimed gentlemen, even if they were disgusted, disgusted would pretend to smile elegantly.
Andy was so happy to be able to flirt with them.
After picking up the phone and calling his grandfather, shushing for warmth and caring about the health of the two elderly people, Andy said his purpose.
“Oh, well, the inaugural issue naturally needs to be a little more solemn, I'll contact the president for you, I suppose, as long as he has time, I'm trying to reach out to the Donkey Party people, don't worry, I'll find you a suitable candidate... ”
“Thank you, Grandpa, I'll wait for good news. ”
Hanging up the phone, Andy laughed and thought for a while, honestly, sometimes calling to find a relationship is addictive.
“Hello, Mr. CP, I'm sorry to bother you... ”
“It's me, my daily newspaper is going to open, and I'm going to arrange an interview for you... Just left, how is it possible to know now that you're not pregnant, well, honey, you can't rush things like that... ”
“Scar, it's me... ”
“Hey, man, my newspaper's going to publish a daily newspaper, and I've done some interviews for you. Okay, thanks first, I'll get in touch with Damon...” Hanging up Little Plum's phone, Andy found Dayao's phone again.
“Hey, Dayao, it's Andy, I'm so happy to see you back on the field, of course I'm asking you to help... ”
Andy put his scaffold on the desk, pressed his entire body back against the boss chair, handed the phone in his hand to his assistant, picked up coffee from her hand, drank a sip, patted the xing-spirited butt of the trolley satisfactorily, called down a circle, and everyone was happy to accept Andy's invitation to visit.
“Give this list to Pete and tell him that these people have been contacted and that they can be contacted by phone when they are almost ready.” Andy ripped off a page of the notebook on his leg and handed it to his little assistant, who looked back and said.