The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean returned to the "Daily News" newspaper again, where there was still a lot of noise and a fiery scene.

Sean walked directly into the editor-in-chief. Edward was dozing off, and when he saw Sean walking in, he got up immediately: "Sean, you're here! How's the effect of that advertisement? Did you find your sister?"

"Thanks to you, the advertising effect is good. I have new clues and I am continuing to deepen." Sean took off his hat, "Mr. Smith, I have a press release for you."

Edward Smith's eyes lit up: "Show it to me, let me see!"

Sean smiled apologetically and pointed to his forehead: "The manuscript is still here, you can't read it yet."

Under Edward's confused gaze, Sean smiled and said, "I need a typewriter and a quiet room."

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Edward led Sean to an office next to him and kicked out the freckled intern who was scolded with blood last time.

"Sean, you can use this office for writing these days." Edward gently left the office.

Sean pulled out his chair and sat down, muttering, "It won't take that long."

He clenched his fist, loosened his fingers, then stuck the white paper on the typewriter and began to transcribe the manuscript in his mind.

Sean is typing very fast, but he thinks he can be faster.

While using both hands, he also separated several fingers from the psychic tentacles to assist with typing with both hands.

It was a little awkward at first, but because the spiritual substance was as flexible as fingers, Sean gradually got used to the cooperation between the two fingers, and the typing speed gradually became faster and faster, even surpassing the previous two-handed typing...

After transcribing the first page of the manuscript, Sean basically mastered the knack of typing with both hands and psychic tentacles. His typing speed was more than twice as fast as before!

The typewriter was outputting letters at an almost absurd speed. The black ink typed letters like water droplets from a fountain, and the metal tapping of the keyboard even made a continuous sound, and Sean had to endure the mechanical typewriter. tap delay...

Because the shutters are closed, people outside the office can't see what's going on inside, but they can hear the sound coming from the room - some people stopped what they were doing and craned their necks to look at the office : It's like there's a team of writers typing like crazy at the same time!

"Who is it? The speed of typing is so fast?" Reporters and editors are people who often use typewriters. They can't imagine that someone in the world can type at such a speed...

Kachin!

Sean let out a long breath and took the last page from the typewriter.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch...

"It took only fifteen minutes to complete this 3,000-word in-depth interview..." Sean nodded with satisfaction, "It's a pity that the typing process of the typewriter is delayed, otherwise the speed could be faster."

He got up and was about to take out the manuscript, and suddenly thought: "To finish a manuscript of this length in fifteen minutes, Edward will think that I came with the manuscript, or that there is some strange event involved..."

"When people are faced with unreasonable things, their nerves are very fragile..." Thinking of this, Sean sat down and started typing on the keyboard, "Let's be more reasonable..."

After just fifteen minutes of knocking, Sean went to Edward with the manuscript.

When Sean went in, Edward was still teasing a fat cat. He didn't expect someone to come in at this moment, so he hurriedly kicked the cat off his knees: "How is it Sean, is it going well?"

Sean put the manuscript on Edward's desk: "Very smooth - it's finished."

With confusion on Edward's face, he looked at Sean from behind the brown frame: "But Sean, it's only been half an hour..."

Sean shrugged: "I type very fast. Besides, I actually wrote the manuscript in my head on the way here."

It's not seven, seven, eight, eight, it's all written. Sean thought to himself, but didn't say it.

Edward's expression became a little serious. He didn't want himself to misjudge Sean's moral qualities-if he was just a messed up guy, he would be very disappointed.

He took over the manuscript and began to read it carefully...

A minute ago, he had a scrutiny expression, and then, his eyebrows gradually stretched out...

After ten minutes, his expression did not change again - his eyes were fixed on the manuscript paper, and he entered a state of immersion in wanting to learn more about a certain news, and then read it very carefully.

"God, Sean." Edward threw the manuscript on the desk, took off his glasses, and rubbed Shangen, "God, God, Sean!"

"It's so perfect, the draft doesn't even have a single wrong letter, and the grammar is very rigorous. Of course, that's too low a standard for you, but you've only spent half an hour—" He didn't seem to dare Zhixin generally picked up the manuscript again and looked at it, "I mean, in such a short period of time, writing a manuscript that can be directly printed, this kind of thing..."

Edward Smith, a twenty-year veteran editor, shook his head: "How the **** did you do this kind of thing?"

Sean smiled lightly: "I've written a lot of manuscripts..." Of course, I can't say that he copied the manuscripts in his mind like a ghost octopus with two hands, "Training day after day, so more skilled."

Edward stood up, his nose and cheekbones became red, he patted Sean's arm forcefully: "A decent reporter! A very decent reporter!

"I have accepted this manuscript, and I have accepted it according to the highest standards for a large-scale interview!"

Sean was very excited, but his face remained calm. He went to the accounting room to settle the cash, and such a manuscript directly brought him 30 New Zealand dollars in income - a month's salary for some journalists who just entered the industry!

Newspapers rarely give such treatment to lesser-known reporters in the industry. However, Sean's writing is really good, and Edward's preference, so there is such an unusual treatment.

After chatting with Edward about Mr. Lauer's situation, Sean got up and left.

On the way from the editor-in-chief to the exit, all those reporters and editors, who were often scolded by Edward, looked at Sean with an almost adoring look - what the **** was he so holy that he could make that The devil named Edward Smith, treated so politely?

Sean walked downstairs to the newspaper office when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

The vicious piercing was ready, he turned around vigilantly, and the edge of the spiritual essence almost forced the face of the person who came, but the person turned a blind eye.

He has messy blond curly hair and freckles on his face: "Mr. Dickinson!"

"Who are you?" Sean met him twice, the first time was in the editor's office, he was scolded by Edward to the point of crying; the second time was just now, so that he could write manuscripts, this freckled intern Evicted from the office by Edward.

"Mr. Dickinson, I'm sorry for being abrupt—I heard the editor-in-chief's comments on your manuscript," panted the freckled lad, who seemed to be chasing after him, "I mean, before you came~www.NovelMTL. com~ I thought he was a villain...well, someone who never praised others."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say, I also want to write a manuscript like yours, and I want to be a 'big reporter'!" His blue eyes were shining, and although he was in his twenties, he looked like a child.

There was a smile on the corner of Sean's mouth - he seemed to see himself when he first entered the industry: "What's your name?"

"Jim Kane, my colleagues call me Jimmy." Sean found that he blushed.

"Listen, Jimmy, I don't really have any magic tricks," Sean said. "If you really want to write well, I have a few books that I recommend--if you're patient enough to read it. There will definitely be progress..."

Said, Sean suddenly noticed that Jimmy was wearing a badge on his left chest, the pattern was a short staff coiled by two snakes.

Jimmy noticed Sean's sight and looked down at the double snake staff badge he was wearing: "This is the badge of the messenger **** [Melinas]..."

Sean had heard of this god's name. The belief in [Melinas] has been around since the time of Wenmu in Europe. This **** with a double snake rod in his hand should have come to this new continent with immigrants from Europe. [Melinas] is a relatively small religion in modern times.

Although Jimmy is only an intern, he is also a reporter. Sean, who has always wanted to decide his beliefs, was curious about this, so he asked, "Why did you choose to believe in him?"

Jimmy: "It is said that [Melinas] was once the messenger of God. As a modern 'information disseminator', I think it fits his mission very well..."

"God's messenger?" Sean was slightly moved when he looked at the silver double snake staff badge that reflected sunlight.