Dazhe was impressed with Number 18 capable of staring at it motionlessly for more than an hour.
Such a person was probably the company’s boss’s favorite. The company’s boss liked it, but it didn’t mean that the subordinates would like it as well.
“Number 18, is this customer difficult to deal with?” Dazhe couldn’t help but ask.
Number 18 just turned his head slowly, took a look at Dazhe, and then continued to look at Zhu Maolin who was in a meeting overnight, without making a sound. Dazhe was bored so he looked around.
Naturally, Zhu Maolin couldn’t compare with the other investors she was looking for. Although the other investors’ data cards might not be so serious, it certainly took more effort than the one in front of her.
Why my new master actually approved is this investor who is more ordinary than other investors…? Is it a warning to my work attitude?
On the other hand, she had been observing Zhu Maolin for some time now, but she did not know where to start. It was not because of the lack of ability to deal with ordinary people. The Black Soul Messenger with a long history like her really had too many methods. However, with so many different ways, she did not know which was better.
Or is there a deeper meaning behind it?… The new master doesn’t want Dazhe to be influenced by my style or something?
Complicating a doubt was irrational. Black Soul Number 18 knew it. However, this was not someone else after all, but the one who was her master.
The new master might just pick a client randomly with no deeper meaning behind it… But, what if it does?
Black Soul Messengers were innately in awe of masters – They awe those who throned as the shopkeeper.
Number 18 felt that she was trapped in a vicious circle of thinking. Her reasoning told her that this might be just a simple business, but her intuition reminded her that it was not so simple.
“What are you doing?” asked Number 18 coldly.
Dazhe shook his head and said, “I just wanted to ask you – would you like something to drink?”
Holding two bottles of green tea in his hand, he explained, “Just when I saw you were too serious, I walked away and bought it.”
“Nonsense.” Number 18 pulled off his sleeves and continued to observe Zhu Maolin, “Also, don’t touch me casually in the future. I can let it go this time. If there is another time, Zhan Lu won’t be able to protect you!”
Due to this warning tone, the key pendant on Dazhe’s neck buzzed at this time, as if it was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.
(Zhan Lu: Come! Let’s hurt each other!)
So how long do you have to stare at the person… Dazhe leaned against the wall, yawned, and then glanced at Zhu Maolin who was waving his pen on the projection screen. Dazhe noticed the ring on his ring finger, and muttered, “This guy didn’t even call his wife even if he doesn’t go home…”
…
It was almost two in the morning when Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his group and said, “The candidates for the reshoot have been finalized. Tboy, you should contact the personnel involved early in the next morning. It is best to let her come to the set in the afternoon. As for the script, I’m here to prepare for it… Everyone has worked hard. Let’s get off work.”
The city in the middle of the night was quiet. Some dragged their tired figures to leave. Some returned to their seats; they took their stool and put some clothes on themselves, then they laid there quietly.
Zhu Maolin checked the time and drove away.
He had forgotten when he started to like such a peaceful night without worrying about traffic jams on the road and the sunlight’s glare. The city seemed to fall asleep before his eyes.
In the end, he bought a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of coffee before returning to his car.
Smoking a cigarette, the car stereo was playing “Scarborough-Fair”.
He slowly closed his eyes; he emptied his mind as if being banished to the Bayanbulak Grassland [1] where he was born.
Ding-!
Zhu Maolin: You’re not asleep, yet?
Wife: I was thirsty. Woke up to get myself a cup of water. I noticed that you’re not back yet.
Zhu Maolin: Good night.
Wife: Goodnight.
Zhu Maolin sighed. The slightly astringent taste of coffee woke him a little. He switched on the laptop, put it on his lap, opened the document, and began to write the script in his mind.
This was the only voice that accompanied him.
…
Good night…
-Ask her to find me an acre of land
-Coriander, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
