Andy and Ivana walked down the ladder hand in hand, and sat directly into the car that had been waiting for a long time, and the five SUVs drove out of the private tarmac of JFK Airport. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the car drove to the downstairs of Andy's apartment building, I was startled by the number of paparazzi and reporters gathered on both sides of the apartment gate.

Ivana said with a smile: "You don't have to get out of the car, just let Joseph and the others send me in, don't let them photograph the two of us, they won't give up, don't worry, I've been dealing with them since I was 13 years old, you go and get busy with yours." ”

Andy held her pretty face, kissed her on the red lips a few times, lowered the rear baffle, and said a few words to Joseph, who used the headset to notify Toby in front of the car, and then got out of the car to help Ivana open the door.

As soon as Ivana, who was elegant, confident, and beautiful, got out of the car, hula, all the paparazzi and reporters gathered around, and the clear shutter of the camera sounded.

With a charming smile on her face, Ivana waved at the camera, showing her demeanor and cooperating with the reporters before the bodyguards and the building's security guards helped her out of the safe passage.

Andy looked at himself through the car window, with a slender pink neck like a white swan, a slightly raised chin, red lips and teeth, extremely enchanting, big golden wavy hair that was tilted to the side, large hoop earrings studded with diamonds that sparkled in the sun, and a round-necked waist dress with dark red patterns, all of which undoubtedly added to her infinite charm.

Ivana just smiled and showed off her demeanor in front of the camera, but ignored the messy questions that came from time to time around her, and after the passage was opened, she stepped away from her tall and slender legs and strode towards the door of the apartment.

Andy looked at Ivana, who turned around and sent him a flying kiss before entering the door, and couldn't help but chuckle, and before the paparazzi surrounded the car, the car developed and slowly drove away from the side of the road.

In the square in front of the Newsweek building in Manhattan, New York, a motorcade drove in, the doors opened, a new pair of shiny black leather shoes fell to the ground, Andy's tall and straight figure stood in front of the decades-old skyscraper, looking up, Art Deco style, towering spires, the entire building is 189 meters high, a total of 58 floors.

Since three days ago, this is his, and everyone in the think tank behind him did not speak, just waited silently. "Let's go inside!" Andy glanced back at the group, a faint smile on his face, and led the way to the main entrance of the building.

The Newsweek newspaper office occupies the fifth floor of the spire at the top of the building, and when the elevator doors open, Andy stepped out of the elevator to see that the entire corridor was full of newspaper employees, led by Jon Meacham.

"Bang ... ”

Andy smiled, looked around at the employees on both sides, and really didn't know what to say about Jon's play, so he could only calmly nod to the employees on both sides, and under Jon's guidance, he led people into the office hall of the newspaper.

Entering the hall, Andy stood in the middle, and when all the employees in the hallway had returned to the hall, he looked around again and reached out to suppress the jumble applause.

To be honest, for the beauties, if they don't applaud from the bottom of their hearts, voluntarily or with excitement, even if they welcome their new boss, don't think that everyone is willing to pat on the back and applaud him hard, so sometimes it's better not to applaud, it is inevitable that they will be sparse and embarrassed by each other.

"I'm Andy Smith, your new boss, and 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 you think I'm unlucky when I say that! Isn't that the reality that all print media have to face? You should have seen the e-mail I sent to you, to every newspaper employee.

What is black and white and is about to be finished?

Newspaper!

I think everyone has seen this sentence I wrote, the traditional newspaper business model is completely unsuitable for the current environment of the times, whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not, the Internet will slowly squeeze and swallow up the market and living space of traditional paper media.

Now it's time for Newsweek to need a revolution to fight its way to redeem itself.

As soon as some people heard about the change, they began to speculate in their hearts that the new boss was just trying to find an excuse to lay off employees, or to cut paper publications and increase investment in the electronic version of the Internet...

I can't promise you that no one will be laid off, because that's not possible, but it's not the mass layoffs that you fear, and I can guarantee that, because I'm not going to let the newspaper lose its talent.

There will be news sites, electronic editions, but I will never develop websites and electronic editions on the premise of cutting down on paper publishing, because that would be suicidal.

I will never let ruthless market trends or mistakes in my own strategic decisions turn this news giant of the print age into an ordinary member of countless adventurers in the Internet age!

In order to turn losses into profits, in order to reduce expenses, we will not cut down original international reports that require a lot of manpower and material resources, which will make it difficult for us to distinguish from the commentators on the Internet and social networking sites with narrow sources, giants without souls, just corpses!

So, the first point I tell you is that I'm not going to make mass layoffs!

The second point is that in order to make a profit, we will not use the strategy of increasing the subscription price of the weekly magazine and reducing the number of prints, the number of subscriptions represents the influence, and the influence is our life!

The third point is that I don't want any entertaining news, reviews, and damn reprints, I want in-depth reports that have been better than all news magazines for decades, and that we have become famous for!

Losing money is not a problem, because I, Andy Smith, am really not bad at all!"

Andy burst in and went straight to the point, and at the end of his deafening speech, the entire newspaper hall fell into silence for more than ten seconds, followed by cheers from the audience and heartfelt applause from the staff, whistles, and shouts of long live the boss.

Jon Meacham's face had become red because of excitement, and he clapped vigorously, constantly muttering in his heart, "This is Nima, a good boss who really understands the media industry and is not bad for money!"

Andy was very satisfied with the effect of the speech, looking at the excited faces, smiling and shaking hands with everyone, I don't know who started the start, every employee who shook hands began to report their names excitedly.

"Hello boss, I'm David... ”

"Boss, my name is Tom... ”

"Boss, my name is Jerry... ”

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The entire floor of the fifty-eight floors includes a very luxurious and spacious chairman's office, secretary's office area, sofa lounge area, conference room, and catering area.

Andy looked at the luxurious decoration of the office, a full set of white-edged red velvet European-style furniture, noble atmosphere, a crystal chandelier in the middle, large floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, divided into three directions, overlooking the Manhattan area, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are all exquisite fabrics of pearl white court style, fabric sofas, various sculptures, table lamps...

Except for the many blank walls on which the paintings were hung, the Graham family left almost the entire office to Andy.

These include a wide variety of drinks in the wine cabinet that are not opened, a large box of Cuban cigars on a large and exaggerated red pine European desk, but the cabinet next to the desk that should be empty for antiques, and a bookcase where a lot of books have obviously been taken.

Andy doesn't care about any of this, after looking at the more luxurious lounge in the room, all kinds of appliances, soft big bed, and the bathroom with a large bathtub can be said to be fully equipped and can be used as an apartment.

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

"Let them in!" Andy said, sitting at the top of the oval conference table in his office, turning back to Torrey Black as he pushed the door in.