Chapter 409

Andy and Ivana, hand in hand, walk down the escalator, sit in the waiting car, and five SUV fish out of the private apron of J.F.Kennedy.Apt Airport.

When the car arrived downstairs of Andy's apartment building, the number of paparazzi and reporters on both sides of the door of the apartment was startled. The news of these people was really smart. I knew that Andy was on a private plane, so no one went to the airport to wait.

Ivana said with a smile: "you don't have to get out of the car. Just let Joseph and some of them take me in. If they don't take pictures of us, they won't give up. Don't worry. I've been dealing with them since I was 13 years old. Go and do your work."

Andy holds her pretty face, kisses her on her red lips, puts down the back panel, and tells Joseph a few words. Joseph informs Toby in front of the car with a headset, and then gets out of the car to help Ivana open the door.

As soon as Ivana got out of the car, she was elegant, confident and beautiful. All the paparazzi and reporters gathered around her. The clear shutter sound of the camera became one.

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

Andy looks at his Ivana through the window, holding the long white swan like pink neck, chin slightly raised, red lips and teeth, extraordinarily enchanting, the large waves of blonde hair leaning to one side, the big ring earrings inlaid with diamonds in the sun, and the round neck waist closed dress with dark red patterns, all of which undoubtedly add to her infinite charm.

Ivana is just smiling to show her style under the camera, but she ignores the messy problems from time to time. After the passage is opened, she steps to the door of the apartment with her tall and slender legs.

Andy looks at Ivana who sent him a kiss before entering the gate. He can't help chuckling. Before the paparazzi surrounded the car, the car developed and slowly drove away from the road.

On the square in front of the Newsweek building in Manhattan, New York, a team of motorcades drove in, the door opened, a pair of brand-new shiny black leather shoes fell on the ground, Andy's tall and straight figure stood in front of the decades old skyscraper, looking up, art deco style, high spire, the whole building is 189 meters high, 58 floors in total.

Since three days ago, this is him. All the think tanks behind him didn't speak, just waited in silence. "Let's go in!" Andy glanced back at the crowd with a slight smile on his face and walked to the main entrance of the building first.

Newsweek took up the top five floors of the steeple. When the elevator door opened, Andy walked out of the elevator and saw Jon Mitcham as the leader. The entire corridor was full of newspaper employees on both sides.

"Pa pa pa..."

Andy smiled and looked around at the employees on both sides. He really didn't know what to say when Jon made such a move. He had no choice but to nod at the employees on both sides and take people into the office hall under Jon's guidance.

After entering the hall, Andy stood in the middle, and when all the staff in the corridor returned to the hall, he looked around again for a week, reaching out his hand and pressing down the disordered applause.

To be honest, for the old Americans, if they applaud not sincerely, voluntarily or with excitement, even if they welcome their new boss, they don't want everyone to flatter and please him to clap hard, so sometimes it's better not to clap. It's hard to avoid confusion and embarrassment for each other.

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

Maybe you will think it's unlucky for me to say so! Don't I mean the reality that all paper media have to face? Everyone should have seen the email I sent to you, every newspaper employee.

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

Newspapers!

I think all of you have seen this sentence that I wrote. The traditional newspaper business model has completely not adapted to the current environment of the times. Whether you like it or not, whether you like it or not, the Internet will gradually squeeze, devouring the market and living space of traditional paper media.

Now it's time for Newsweek to make a change to fight for its own salvation.

As soon as someone hears about the change, they begin to guess that the new boss is just looking for an excuse to lay off staff, or to cut down on paper publications and increase the investment in the electronic version of the Internet...

I can't guarantee you that no one will be laid off, because it's impossible, but it's not the mass layoff you are worried about. I can guarantee that because I will never let the excellent talents of the newspaper run away.

There will be news websites and electronic editions, but I will never develop websites and electronic editions on the premise of cutting paper publication, because it is suicide.

I will never let the ruthless market trend or the mistakes of my own strategic decision-making turn the news giant, who is the most powerful in the printing age, into an ordinary member of numerous adventurers in the Internet age!In order to turn a loss into a profit, to reduce expenses and cut down a lot of manpower and material resources, the original international reports will make it difficult for us to distinguish ourselves from the commentators of the narrow source network and social networking sites, the giant without soul, just a corpse!

So, the first thing I want to tell you is that I will not lay off workers on a large scale!

Second, we will not use the strategy of increasing weekly subscription price and reducing print quantity for profit. Subscription quantity represents influence, and influence is our life!

Third, I don't want any entertaining news, comments, or reprints. What I want is that we have been better than all news magazines for decades, and we rely on in-depth coverage to become famous!

Loss is not a problem, because I, Andy Smith, really don't have any money! "

Andy rushes into the theme, and the speech ends. The whole newspaper hall is silent for more than ten seconds, followed by the cheers of the whole audience, the heartfelt applause and whistles of employees, and the shouting of long live the boss.

Jon Mitcham's face was already red with excitement, and he kept on saying, "this is NIMA, a good boss who really knows the media industry and doesn't need money!"

Andy is very satisfied with the effect of the speech. Looking at the excited faces, he smiles and shakes hands with others. I don't know who opened the head. Every employee who shakes hands starts to report his name excitedly.

"Hello, boss. This is David..."

"Boss, my name is Tom..."

"Boss, my name is Jerry..."

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The whole floor of the 58th floor, including a very luxurious and spacious chairman's office, secretary's office area, sofa rest area, meeting room, dining area.

Andy looks at the luxurious decoration of the office, a full set of white edged red velvet European furniture, noble atmosphere, a crystal chandelier in the middle, three large French windows, divided into three directions, overlooking Manhattan Area, the curtains of French windows are all pearl white palace style with exquisite fabric, fabric sofa, various sculptures, table lamps...

In addition to the many blank walls on which the painting was originally hung, the Graham family left the whole office almost intact to Andy.

It includes a wide range of drinks that are not opened in the wine cabinet, and a large box of Cuban cigars that are placed on the large and exaggerated red pine European style desk. However, beside the desk, there should be an empty cabinet with antiques, as well as a bookcase with many books obviously taken away.

Andy doesn't care about this either. After seeing the more luxurious lounge, all kinds of household appliances, soft big bed and bathroom with big bathtub, he can be said to be fully equipped and live in an apartment.

"The boss, the chief editor of Mitcham and the heads of various departments have come. "

" let them in! " Andy sits at the top of the oval table in the office and turns to toriblake, who pushes the door in.