"If you don't drive, do you want me to walk over?"

Seeing that he insisted on insisting, Hagen sighed in his heart and called.

The newspaper headquarters is not close to the airport, two hours by car, and Chen Jun didn't speak again on the way, silently looking at the composition of the newspaper staff sent by Heigen.

The Daily News is headquartered in Los Angeles, and there are also distribution bases in western cities in other states, so the number of people in Los Angeles is about 80, including the press corps, the editorial corps, the American editorial corps, the typesetting corps, the advertising department, the distribution and printing department, the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief, and the president.

The car drove very steadily and stopped when it was time.

Through the window, Chen Jun saw a huge sign on a building from a distance, and the words "Daily News" were impressive.

This very European-style classical building, with a strong British flavor, was greeted by a newspaper editor named Lawrence in front of them, followed by a group of men and women with wide eyes and curious looks, those were all middle-level staff of the newspaper.

Chen Jun even saw a few oriental faces in it, and when he walked inside, there was no fragrance of ink as he imagined, and the office was no different from the white-collar office of this era.

He inspected for a while, alarming many low-level employees, similar to reporters, editors were surprised to see the handsome young man who suddenly came, and discussed in a low voice.

After watching for more than an hour, Chen Jun basically understood the production and distribution process of the newspaper industry in this era, and a group of middle-level leaders followed him, only to see him seem tired to walk into the president's office and sit on the leather soft chair.

Editor-in-chief Lawrence looked up at the figure in the seat and couldn't help but pout.

"What's wrong, Lawrence?"

"That's where our president does?" He reminded.

"So, can't I sit?" Chen Jun smiled, looked at some ministers and editor-in-chief figures, but he didn't see the president of the newspaper, "Can you tell me, why didn't President Adams come to see me?" ”

Hearing this, Lawrence, who was touching his beard, flashed a trace of disdain, feeling that the other party was a naughty child stealing power, and said with a smile, "As I said just now, President Adams has gone to other cities to deal with newspaper affairs, and it may take two days to come!" ”

"Well, since he didn't come, I'll appoint you to the position of president temporarily, okay?"

He sat in the soft chair and spoke in a calm tone.

Tom Hegen next to him frowned, looking at the surprisingly abnormal William, who couldn't understand the current situation at all, this was too child's play.

"I can't, I can't."

As the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, Lawrence's eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with fiery covetousness, but in a blink of an eye, he shook his head violently and hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't do it, I can't compare to the president's talent, I can't do it." ”

"Can't you?"

Chen Jun suddenly stood up, walked to his side, and grabbed his shoulder, "Can't you?" No, don't talk! ”

Boom!

A scarlet plum blossom suddenly appeared on the white wall, and Lawrence screamed in pain and fell to the ground with his head clutched.

The five or six middle-level people in the room were all taken aback by this meeting, remembering the previous information that the president had said that the newspaper was controlled by a gang, and they all looked at each other.

Looking at this picture, Tom Hagen couldn't sit still anymore and immediately stood up.

Chen Jun turned around and looked into those suppressed angry eyes, he didn't speak, just patted Heigen's shoulder again and again.

Eyes met in the air, and there were only five or six whispers in the room.

Staring at those eyes, Tom Heigen couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, and a black shadow suddenly flashed in his mind, different from the godfather's wise and deep eyes, these eyes were extremely sharp and restrained, like just pulling out half of a bright silver Sicilian steel knife!

Kuone sat quietly.

"To be honest, I don't mean it badly."

Chen Jun turned around and shrugged, "I just think his tone and eyes are disgusting, don't respect me, but don't respect the surname Corleone, no!" ”

With that, he pointed to the middle-haired, medium-sized Asian face.

"Me?" Wilde pointed at himself, not sure, his eyes dodging, lest the young man nod.

"Yes!"

Chen Jun nodded, "It's you, I've seen your resume, you are also the editor-in-chief, do you dare to be the vice president of the newspaper." ”

The thought of being terrified had just flashed him, and suddenly his eyes widened again, and his face was full of disbelief, and the mixture of fear and surprise came so quickly.

He had always thought that the color of his skin limited his development, but even so, he still reached this level with his ability, but unfortunately his age was almost 50, so he had no hope of promotion.

"Yes!"

He replied quickly, as if he had the vitality of a young man in an instant.

Chen Jun's finger pointed at everyone again, "Now, although Adams is not here, but after I finish speaking, is there anyone who objects?" ”