American Fortune Life

Andy and Ivana grabbed their hands off the suspension stairs and rode directly into the long-awaited car, five SUV fish running out of Kennedy Airport's private apron.

When the car arrived downstairs at Andy's apartment building, the number of paparazzi and reporters surrounded by the door of the apartment was frightening. The news from this group was very informative, knowing that Andy was on a private plane, so nobody went to the airport to crouch and wait here.

Ivana smiled and said, "You don't have to get out of the car. Just let Joseph and a few of them send me in. They won't stop until they get a picture of the two of us. Don't worry, I've been dealing with them since I was 13. Go ahead and do your thing. ”

Andy held her pretty face, kissed her red lips a few times, put down the rear gear plate, gave Joseph a few words of advice, and Joseph informed Toby of the front car with his headset, and then got out to help Ivana open the door.

Elegant, confident, beautiful, xing-inspired Ivana just stepped out of the car and shouted, and all the paparazzi, the reporters, came up and the camera's clear shutter sounded in one piece.

Ivana smiled with a charming smile on her face and waved at the camera, showing the wind and cooperating with the journalists before the bodyguards and building security guards opened the safe passage for her.

Andy looked through the window at her own Ivana, tall with a long white swan-like pink neck, slightly lifted chin, red lips and teeth, splitting exotic demons, a large wave of gold hair that leaned towards one side, a big ring earring set with diamonds glittering in the sun, and a dark red, dark patterned crew neck waist dress undoubtedly added to her infinite charm.

Ivana was just smiling at herself and showing off her beauty in the lens, but ignored the mess that came around her from time to time. After the passage was cleared, she walked up to the door of the apartment with her tall, slender legs.

Andy looked back at Ivana, who had sent him a kiss before walking into the door, and he couldn't help but smile and slowly left the side of the road before the paparazzi surrounded the car.

On the square in front of the Manhattan News Weekly Building in New York City, a convoy entered, the door opened, a pair of shiny black leather shoes landed on the ground, Andy standing tall and pulled up in front of this decades-old skyscraper, looking up, ArtDeco style, a tall spire, the entire building is 189 meters tall and 58 floors tall.

He's been here since three days ago, and the think-tank people behind him haven't spoken, just waiting silently. “Let's go in!” Andy glanced back at the crowd and a smile appeared on his face, leading the way to the main entrance of the building.

The newspaper Newsweek occupies the fifth floor of the top spire of the building, and when the elevator door opens, Andy walks out of the elevator and sees Jon Micham as the head, the entire corridor full of newspaper staff on both sides.

“Pfft... ”

Andy smiled and looked around at the employees on both sides. I really didn't know what to say about Jon doing this. The only way to do this was to nod from the employees on both sides of Yongchung and walk people into the newspaper hall under Jon's guidance.

As he walked into the lobby, Andy stood in the middle, waiting for the staff in the hallway to return to the lobby, and he looked around again for a week and pressed down his cluttered applause.

Honestly, for the old Americans, if it's not from the heart, voluntarily or with excitement and excitement, even if you welcome your new boss, don't think everyone will kiss your ass willingly and encourage him to clap hard, so sometimes it's better to clap, it's inevitable to pull, mess each other's embarrassment.

“I'm Andy Smith, your new boss, and I'm going to be the last boss of Newsweek, and even if one day it goes completely down and loses the market, I'll choose to let it die slowly and I won't let it turn again!

Perhaps people will think I said that. Bad luck! Aren't I talking about the reality that all paper media have to face? You must have seen the emails I sent you, every newspaper employee.

What's black and white and it's almost over?

Newspaper!

I think you've all seen what I wrote. Traditional newspaper business models are completely inappropriate for the current era. Whether you like it or not, the Internet will slowly squeeze, consume the market and living space of traditional paper media.

Now is the time for Newsweek to need a change to kill a bloody path for self-redemption.

As soon as someone heard the change, they began to speculate that the new boss was simply looking for an excuse to lay off, or to cut down on paper publications and increase the input of the Internet in electronic form...

I can't assure you that no one will, because that's impossible, but it's definitely not the massive layoffs that you're worried about, and I can assure you that, because I will never let the newspaper's talent drain me.

There will be news websites, electronic versions, but I will never make the premise of cutting back on paper publishing to develop websites and electronic versions, because that is suicide.

I will never let the ruthless market trends or the mistakes of my strategic decisions turn this printing age scolding news giant into an ordinary member of the myriad adventurers of the Internet age!

Even less would it take a lot of human and material resources to reverse the loss, cut down the spending, original international coverage, which would make it difficult to distinguish us from narrow network and social website commentators, giants without souls, just corpses!

So, the first thing I'm telling you, I'm not gonna lay off on a massive scale!

Second, not to mention for profit, by increasing the price of weekly subscriptions and reducing the number of prints, subscriptions represent influence, influence is our lives!

Thirdly, I don't want any entertaining news, commentary, not to mention bloody reproduction. What I want is that we've been better than all the news magazines for decades, and we're famous for our in-depth coverage!

Loss is not the problem, because I, Andy Smith, am not bad at all! ”

Andy burst into the theme, a deafening speech ended, and the entire newspaper hall fell into a dozen seconds of silence, followed by a full cheer and heartfelt applause from the staff, a whistle, and a long hail to the boss.

Jon Micham's face has become red because of excitement, clapping hard, saying in his heart, "This is Nima, who really understands the media industry and is a good boss for the money! ”

Andy was very happy with the speech, looked at an excited face, smiled and shook hands with everyone. I don't know who started it, and every handshake employee started getting excited about their name.

“Boss, hello, I'm David... ”

“Boss, my name is Tom... ”

“Boss, my name is Jerry... ”

The entire floor of the 58th floor includes a very luxurious and spacious chairman's office, secretarial office area, sofa seating area, meeting room, dining area.

Andy looked at the luxurious decoration of the office, the complete set of white velvety European furniture, noble and elegant, a crystal chandelier in the middle, three large floor-to-ceiling windows in three directions, overlooking the Manhattan area, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are all fabric-examined pearl white court styles, fabric sofas, various sculptures, table lamps.

In addition to the many blank walls that had originally been painted, the Graham family left almost the entire office intact for Andy.

This includes a wide variety of drinks that have not been opened in the wine cabinet, a large box of Cuban cigars placed on an exaggerated red pine European desk, although the desk should be next to an empty cabinet with antique stands, and a bookcase that was obviously taken away from many books.

Andy doesn't care about these either, after looking at the more luxurious lounges in the interior, all kinds of appliances, soft queen beds, bathrooms with large bathtubs can be described as fully equipped and fully accommodated as apartments.

“Boss, editor-in-chief Micham and heads of departments have arrived. “

“Let them in!” Andy sat at the head of the oval table in the office, turning back to Tory Black, who pushed the door in.