American Fortune Life

Andy and Ivana walked down the hanging ladder hand in hand, and sat directly in the waiting car. Five suVs drove out of the private apron of Kennedy Airport.

When the car drove to the downstairs of Andy's apartment building, I was taken aback by the number of paparazzi and reporters surrounding the gate of the apartment. These people were really well informed and knew that Andy was flying a private jet, so No one went to the airport to guard at all, they all came here and waited.

Ivana smiled coquettishly and said: "You don't have to get out of the car, just ask Joseph and the others to send me in. If they don't let them take pictures of the two of us, they won't let it go. Don't worry, I've been here since 13." I have been dealing with them since I was 10 years old, so go and do your work."

Andy held her pretty face, kissed her red lips a few times, lowered the rear fender, and gave Joseph a few instructions. Joseph notified Toby in the front car with his headset, and then got out of the car to help Ivana open the door. car door.

Elegant, confident, beautiful and sexy Ivana just got out of the car, huffing, all the paparazzi and reporters surrounded her, and the clear shutter sound of the camera became one.

With a charming smile on her face, Ivana waved at the camera. Before the bodyguards and security guards of the building helped her out of the safe passage, she showed her demeanor and cooperated with the reporters to take pictures.

Andy looked at his own Ivana through the car window, with her slender pink neck held high like a white swan, her chin raised slightly, her red lips and white teeth, extraordinarily enchanting, her big golden waves leaning to one side, shining in the sun The bright large ring earrings inlaid with diamonds, and the round neck and waist dress with deep red dark patterns undoubtedly added to her infinite charm.

Ivana just smiled and showed her demeanor under the camera, but ignored the messy questions from around from time to time. After the passage was opened, she strode towards the door of the apartment with her tall and slender legs .

Andy looked at Ivana who was blowing kisses back to him before entering the gate, and couldn't help chuckling. Before the paparazzi surrounded the car, the car got up and slowly drove away from the side of the road.

On the square in front of the Newsweek Building in Manhattan, New York, a motorcade drove in, the door opened, and a pair of brand new shiny black leather shoes fell on the ground. Andy stood tall and straight in this decades-old skyscraper In front of the building, looking up, there is an art style, a towering spire, the whole building is 189 meters high, with a total of 58 floors.

Since three days ago, this place has belonged to him, and everyone in the think tank behind him didn't speak, but just waited silently. "Let's go in!" Andy glanced back at everyone, with a slight smile on his face, and walked to the main entrance of the building first.

The "Newsweek" newspaper office occupies the fifth floor of the top spire of the building. When the elevator door opened and Andy stepped out of the elevator, he saw that both sides of the corridor were full of newspaper employees, led by Jon Meacham.

"Slap..."

With a smile on his face, Andy looked around at the employees on both sides. He really didn't know what to say when Jon made such a move. He could only calmly nod to the employees on both sides. Walk into the office hall of the newspaper office.

After entering the hall, Andy stood in the middle, and when the employees in the corridor returned to the hall, he looked around again, and stretched out his hand to suppress the chaotic applause.

To be honest, for old beauties, if you don’t applaud sincerely, voluntarily, or with excitement, even if you welcome yourself as a new boss, don’t think that everyone will flatter you willingly and clap hard to please him. So sometimes it is better not to applaud, it is inevitable to be sparse and messy with each other.

"I am Andy Smith, your new boss, and I will also be the last boss of "Newsweek". Even if one day it completely declines and loses the market, I will choose to let it die slowly, and I will not let it change hands again. !

Maybe everyone will think that I say this, it is unlucky! Am I not talking about the reality that all paper media have to face? Everyone should have seen the email I sent to you, every newspaper employee.

What is black and white and it's about to die?

newspaper!

I think everyone has seen what I wrote. The traditional newspaper business model is no longer suitable for the current environment. Whether you like it or not, the Internet will slowly squeeze and swallow the traditional paper media. market and living space.

Now is the time for Newsweek to blaze a trail and redeem itself by needing a change.

As soon as some people heard about the change, they began to guess that the new boss was just looking for an excuse to lay off staff, or reduce paper publications and increase investment in Internet electronic editions. . .

I cannot assure you that no one will be laid off, because that is impossible, but it is definitely not the mass layoffs that you are worried about. I can guarantee this, because I will never let the excellent talents of the newspaper office be lost.

There will be news websites and electronic versions, but I will never use the premise of reducing paper publications to develop websites and electronic versions, because that is suicide.

I will never let the ruthless market trend or because of my own strategic decision-making mistakes, turn this giant news giant in the printing age into an ordinary member of countless adventurers in the Internet age!

Not to mention that in order to turn losses into profits and reduce expenses, we will cut down the need for a lot of manpower and material resources. Original international reports will make it difficult for us to distinguish ourselves from commentators on the Internet and social networking sites with narrow sources of information. Corpse!

So, the first point I tell everyone, I will not lay off workers on a large scale!

The second point is that we will not use the strategy of increasing the subscription price of weekly magazines and reducing the number of prints for profit. Subscriptions represent influence, and influence is our life!

The third point, I don’t want any more entertaining news, comments, let alone damn reprints, what I want is the in-depth reports that we have been better than all news magazines for decades, and we are famous for!

Losing money is not a problem, because I, Andy Smith, really don't need money at all! "

Andy jumped up and went straight to the topic. After the deafening speech, the entire newspaper hall fell into silence for more than ten seconds, followed by cheers from the audience, excited applause from the employees, whistles, and Shout out hooray to the boss.

Jon Meacham's face was already flushed with excitement, and he clapped his hands vigorously, thinking in his heart, "This is Nima, a good boss who really understands the media industry and is not short of money!"

Andy was very satisfied with the effect of the speech. Looking at the excited faces, he smiled and shook hands with everyone. I don't know who started it. Every employee who shook hands began to report his name excitedly.

"Boss, hello, I'm David..."

"Boss, my name is Tom..."

"Boss, my name is Jerry..."

. . . . . .

The entire floor of the fifty-eightth floor includes a very luxurious and spacious chairman's office, secretary's office area, sofa rest area, meeting room, and dining area.

Andy looked at the luxurious decoration of the office, a full set of European-style furniture with white edges and red velvet, noble atmosphere, a large crystal chandelier in the middle, large French windows on three sides, divided into three directions, overlooking the Manhattan area, and the curtains of the French windows are made of exquisite fabrics Pearl Palace style, fabric sand, various sculptures, table lamps. . .

Except for the many blank walls where paintings had been hung, the Graham family left almost the entire office intact to Andy.

Including a wide variety of unopened drinks in the wine cabinet, a large box of Cuban cigars placed on the exaggeratedly large red pine European-style desk, but the antique cabinet next to the desk should be empty, and there are obvious A bookcase with many books taken from it.

Andy didn't care about these things. After seeing the more luxurious lounge in the room, all kinds of home appliances, a soft big bed, and a bathroom with a big bathtub can be said to be well-equipped, and it can be used as an apartment.

"The boss, the editor-in-chief Meacham and the heads of various departments have come."

"Let them come in!" Andy sat on the oval conference table in the office and said to Tory Black who pushed the door in.

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