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Chapter 388 The Bird of the Bow

When the high-speed train entered the Southampton area, Arthur saw snowflakes mixed with the cold wind outside the car window, falling on the car window, and the speed melted, slowly sliding down the window, looking at the scenery covered with snow outside, and then looking at the other passengers in the carriage. When he thought of something, he couldn't help but shook his head with a hint of laughter and cry.

Few people don’t like snow. Snowflakes cover up everything that is filthy and unbearable, allowing the earth to enter the atmosphere of a fairy tale world.

It is not uncommon to snow heavily, but when heavy snow meets Britain, things become interesting. The British have always been the laughter of other countries.

You know, even if there is a war, the British will calmly say that death will not stop us from moving forward!

But whenever it encounters heavy snow, all British people will hide, all schools will be closed, and buses will stop running, just like the end of the world.

Without jokes, everything will stop running, and even the train station will be closed, which is simply a lunatic!

Fortunately, the high-speed train Arthur took had arrived in Southampton, otherwise he would probably be stuck on the road...

When the train arrived at the station, Arthur put on a coat and a top hat. With the front and back protection of the bodyguards, he got off the train and walked quickly outside the station.

Outside the station, the special car sent by the Southern Daily Echo newspaper had been waiting for a long time. When the boss walked out, the staff immediately greeted him with respect.

Arthur smiled and nodded, and then sat in the car against the wind and snow. Soon the car started and drove towards the newspaper.

Jerry Fuller, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, who was preparing to welcome the boss's inspection, was a little nervous at this time. To be honest, the young Count, except for the initial stage, had not given more attention to the Southern Daily Echo, which improved the operation of the newspaper.

For such a long time, I sent a briefing to the Earl every day like a routine, and then there was nothing left. The entire newspaper seemed to have been forgotten. What made Jerry Fuller even more helpless was that the Earl generously distributed bonuses and benefits before Christmas. According to his understanding, only their newspaper had the least bonuses and benefits...

Of course, he didn't complain. After all, he knew his own affairs and other companies and industries, and helped the Count earn very generous profits. There was no problem with more money. Even if the newspaper office was rescued, it was still in a state of death. Not to mention making money, their biggest desire now is not to lose money.

When the boss was able to pay the benefits and bonus, he thought that they had already made them thank God. If he had no backbone, the newspapers were really worried about his boss's sudden attention, because it was likely to be another major layoff and the beginning of reform.

There is no way, to put it bluntly, who has made their newspapers not successful? It is already an outdated industry?

Therefore, after receiving a call from the newspaper that his young boss returned to Southampton to inspect the first stop, Jerry Fuller was undoubtedly very nervous and complicated.

It was in this mood that Jerry Fuller welcomed the inspection of his boss Arthur Boling.

Arthur, who walked into the newspaper office area, immediately felt a strange atmosphere. The newspaper employees who greeted him along the way, although they were respectful, their expressions were a little stiff, and they could even see bitterness and helplessness and dodging in the other party's eyes.

"Jerry, what's wrong with everyone? Is something wrong?" Arthur walked into the editor-in-chief's office, looked at Jerry Fuller, who was also smirking, and asked with a frown.

"Ahem, nothing is wrong, everyone... everyone, just worry..." Jerry Fuller poured Arthur a cup of steaming black tea while hesitating with awkward smile.

"What are you worried about? Haha, just say whatever you have-" Arthur took the editor-in-chief's chair without hesitation, picked up the black tea cup, took a sip, and looked at Jerry Fuller who was still standing opposite him.

"Ahem, I'm worried that you will have to carry out reforms again when you suddenly inspected this time..." Jerry was stared at by Arthur's eyes, so he could only grit his teeth, cough twice, and tell the truth.

"Haha..." Hearing this explanation, Arthur couldn't help laughing, shook his head, raised his hand and signaled Jerry to sit down.

After Jerry sat down with a smirk, Arthur stopped laughing and said with a smile on his face: "You are not wrong. I came here this time and there are really important things to explain. It is a reform, and it is not wrong..."

"Ah?" Jerry, who had just sat down, looked at the smiling boss and said anxiously: "Boss, the newspaper has already been short of people. If it is laid off again, it will really affect daily operations..."

"Haha, don't be excited for now. Sit down. When did I say I'd like to lay off employees? I'm a little patient. It's not too late to be excited when I finish speaking!" Arthur did not care about Jerry's loss of composure, and smiled and reached out to signal the other party to sit down.

When he heard that there was no need to lay off employees, Jerry Fuller lost a long sigh, and sat down again with a little embarrassment. He reached out and picked up the black teapot, and added some black tea to Arthur's red lips cup again.

"Boss, sorry, I'm a little lost. The main reason is that we don't have the strength, so we are worried all day long. To be honest, I'm really worried that one day I will be ordered by your boss to close the newspaper. Alas, in the past year, there have been too many local newspapers closed. Could it be that the print media really have to withdraw from the stage of history so miserably?"

The status of print media is already declining. Even the transformation of print media that has been hotly discussed has always been silent in the face of such a situation, just like waiting for the tranquility before a storm, but it is quiet and scary, and silently makes people sigh.

The bankrupt paper media were one after another, but no one exclaimed about the common facts.

"The decline in the paper media is now an unchangeable trend. This is a current situation that needs to be faced. However, as for the complete disappearance of the paper media, it is too pessimistic.

If you want to survive in this reality, you must first know what is the reason why the newspaper is in trouble? Why is the paper media that once couldn't even get into the head, but are now bankrupt and talented? "Arthur held the black tea and said with a relaxed smile.

"Haha, what can there be a reason? The impact of the Internet, the rise of new media, and the changes in habits... There are too many, not that we are pessimistic, but that we really cannot see the future. To be honest, boss, every time I hear a familiar newspaper ceased or went bankrupt, I will definitely have nightmares that night, dreaming that I walked out of the newspaper with tears while holding my personal belongings... Oh my God, that was definitely a disaster!"

Jerry Fuller's eyes were a little red. It seemed that he was really suffering. It was mainly because there was too much bad news from the paper media during this period and there were too many lessons from the past, so he would inevitably be suspicious and worried.
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