Chapter 5 Chapter 5 The Demon is Coming / Hate Lin Jie
Damn Monday.
Song Zhihan and Cheng Yang supported each other as they went to the meeting, sipping on iced American coffee to stay alive.
But in fact, Song Zhihan's mind had already run to the conference room not far away. She knew that Lin Jie would show up today and officially join the "Spiritual" project team. She wondered what expression would be on his face when he saw her again.
Song Zhihan was very curious, so curious that she didn't hear what Cheng Yang said until Cheng Yang waved his hands in front of her.
"Hey, you're stupid, why are you ignoring me?"
Song Zhihan was obviously still in a dream, and the confusion on his face was not concealed at all.
Cheng Yang had no choice but to repeat himself: "I just said..."
Before he could finish his words, James caught him and urged the two of them to go inside.
"Cheng Yang! You didn't even notice the meeting was going on, but you're still slacking off here. You really want me to come out and treat you, right?"
James is the same age as them. He is a rich second-generation who spends money on his dreams. He rarely shows up in the company, and every time he shows up, he always catches Cheng Yang. It's like a curse.
Cheng Yang wilted, curled his lips, and said weakly: "I know, I know."
The two of them went in together. The small conference room was already full of people. They were all colleagues in charge of "Spirit". A few others would join in after finishing their current work. It could be said that "Spirit" was the most important project of Mengying Company in the coming year or even several years.
The focus of the conference room was on the man surrounded by several people.
He wore a smoky gray shirt, his collar rolled up, revealing his forearms. His black hair was combed back. Beneath his smooth, full forehead were a pair of sharp eyes, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes creating a seductive curve. His lips were thin, their beads appearing and disappearing as he spoke. This rounded touch perfectly balanced his sharp edges. Perhaps it was for this reason that the people around him chattered endlessly with him.
Song Zhihan's vision blurred for a moment. In the noisy meeting room, she heard her heart skip a beat. What woke her up was Cheng Yang's crazy winking and nodding.
I remember the last time I saw her like this was when they ran into a male celebrity dubbed the Little Daniel Wu at a hotpot restaurant. It seemed Cheng Yang was very satisfied with Lin Jie's face.
Seeing that everyone was present, James' secretary organized the meeting and started it. As usual, the meeting started with an introduction to the project and specific arrangements. Everyone knew that the highlight was the man sitting next to James.
As a colleague, there are too many rumors about him in the industry. No matter how you look at it, you can't avoid his remarkable work, Qianli Canglan Tu. The unprecedented success has placed the work and the person who created it in the supreme position. They can't wait to see how powerful Lin Jie is.
The secretary smiled and left space for Lin Jie.
Lin Jie pressed down the wrinkles on the hem of his shirt, stood up, and had a calm smile on his face, giving people the feeling that nothing was impossible with him around.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lin Jie. I'm very happy to work with you all. I've sent the detailed work arrangements to the email addresses of the team leaders. Please check them."
His eyes scanned everyone's faces without missing a single one, and then settled on the last page of the PPT.
"Everyone's impression of me probably comes from Master and Thousand Miles of Blue Waves. But I stand here now, looking forward to dreaming together with all of you, and making Lingdong a new benchmark. I have this confidence, and I hope you share it."
He didn't talk nonsense or say polite words, but simply stated his current choices and situation. Everything in the past was false, and the present was the most important thing.
The long-lasting applause brought Song Zhihan back to ten years ago, when she first met Lin Jie at the freshman opening ceremony, and he was speaking on the podium as a representative of outstanding students.
The applause was also thunderous. He always seemed to have the ability to move people with just a few words, making people want to be convinced unconsciously.
Before leaving, Lin Jie set his sights on Julie.
"My colleagues from the screenwriting team, please stay for a moment."
Song Zhihan's heart skipped a beat, and facing Cheng Yang's 'you're on your own' look, he felt a little numb on his scalp.
A new official takes office with three major changes. Is Lin Jie going to target the screenwriter team?
Julie, who was called, vaguely guessed what it was. She looked at Song Zhihan meaningfully, with a rather fearless attitude.
The door was closed, and Song Zhihan felt very uncomfortable. She didn't even dare to look up, staring blankly at the water droplets sliding down the outer layer of the coffee cup until Lin Jie asked.
"I've read the character biographies in the first fifty chapters of the original Lingdong novel, and they're substandard. The characters' personalities are vague, the events aren't summarized concisely, and the wording is too wordy. If you maintain this level, I'll consider hiring a new screenwriter."
The merciless comments made the four people fall silent. They didn't expect that Lin Jie, who seemed easy to get along with just now, would be so ruthless. It was only the first day. Was it necessary to be like this?
Julie had already made her excuse. She admitted her mistake, but her words were full of evasion.
"Boss Lin, it's my fault. The original novel was too long, and there weren't any major conflicts in the first fifty chapters, so I confidently handed it over to Song Zhihan. I didn't expect that she, a Master of Arts, couldn't even handle such a small task. Don't worry, I will guide her more attentively. She's still young, and I hope you'll be more tolerant."
Song Zhihan was stunned. Even though she knew that Julie had no bottom line, she didn't expect her to be so shameless. She was a rough editor and an assistant. What she wrote had to be approved by Julie before it could be submitted to her superior. Moreover, she had to submit it within one day. How could she be expected to hand in a perfect answer?
Since she had spoken first, Song Zhihan's further explanation would seem to be an attempt to excuse herself. She was not very good at speaking, so she could only swallow her anger and glare at her with her round eyes.
You annoying old witch, I curse you to sprain your ankle when you go out, choke on water, and never be able to buy the latest bag!
"If I remember correctly, she's just a script assistant and shouldn't be qualified to write a script independently. Any final draft submitted to the superiors for review must be reviewed by you. Do your job well. Instead of passing the buck, it's better to do it right from the beginning."
There was a hint of warning in Lin Jie's words. He was not the kind of person who liked to smooth things over. For him, work efficiency always came first. Julie's little thoughts could not be hidden from him.
Julie didn't expect this to be the result. Her face looked extremely ugly, and the curly hair on the mole was trembling.
Song Zhihan, who had been invisible the entire time, was secretly beaming with joy. Serves him right! It was all Lin Jie's fault. Even a single curse word could make someone mad. I'll ask him to teach me how to curse someday. She's such a clumsy talker, she just keeps repeating the same few words, which makes her seem quite lackluster.
But her pride didn't last long, as she heard the sound of judgment appear above her head.
"And you..."
Song Zhihan raised his head, touched his slightly furrowed brows, and added in time: "Song Zhihan, Song Zhihan."
Lin Jie nodded imperceptibly and finished his words: "Song Zhihan, your manuscript has too much nonsense. It's impossible to reduce the character biography to less than 100 words. You might consider changing your career."
Song Zhihan's smile froze on her face before she could even show it. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and in the end she could only put on a smile and pretend to be honest.
"Okay, Mr. Lin, I understand."
Lin Jie's eyes darkened, and his voice rose slightly: "You know?"
Song Zhihan's shoulders slumped, and he replied in humiliation: "What I mean is, I will change."
With their "excellent" examples before them, the other two screenwriters dared not say a word, and put on an expression on their faces: "Mr. Lin, if you have any dissatisfaction, please feel free to ask us. We can handle it."
Lin Jie looked at them, his brows relaxed, and he spoke with satisfaction: "Your team did a good job. Both the events and the characters are very clear. Keep it up."
The two of them looked at each other as if they had survived a disaster. Compared with Julie's group, their treatment was simply too good.
"Thank you, Mr. Lin, for your affirmation!"
After Mr. Lin, who had used both kindness and force, left, the only people left in the conference room were the four bitter melons from the screenwriters' group—two, to be exact. Julie snorted, expressing her irritation at being humiliated. "Song Zhihan, from now on, any manuscript I assign you must be submitted within the timeframe I specify. I'm very busy and don't have the luxury of cleaning up your mess."
Is it okay for her to feel uncomfortable? Song Zhihan was so angry that he wanted to vent: "Sister Julie, I also hope that you can make your requirements and DDL clear. I'm so thin, I don't have any extra weight to blame you."
The two men were at loggerheads, and another editor, Xiaochi, tried to mediate: "Alright, alright, why are you bickering with yourselves? Time is running out and the task is pressing. Get back to work and stop wasting time here."
Julie curled her lips and stomped on her high heels: "I don't want to bother with you."
Xiaochi patted her shoulder soothingly and left soon.
Well, Song Zhihan is the only one left again.
She punched the air, "Old witch! Two-faced! Can Julie and Lin Jie disappear together?"
Cheng Yang was squatting at the door. Seeing that everyone had left, he rushed in quickly: "Hey, hey, hey, what did Mr. Lin say to keep you here?"
Talking about this makes me angry. Song Zhihan followed suit, lowering his voice and speaking arrogantly to Cheng Yang.
"Song Zhihan, your manuscript is rubbish. If you can't write well again, consider changing your career."
Cheng Yang laughed until tears came out, and cursed with her for a few times before adding: "Just before the meeting, I wanted to tell you that I heard from the masters. Do you know what nickname they gave Mr. Lin?"
Song Zhihan snorted twice: "What?"
"Human demon! Scary, isn't it? I feel the shivers running down my spine when I think of his smile at the meeting. Luckily, our publicity team still has some time before we have to deal with him. I feel sorry for you, my dear. I hope the human demon will spare you for the sake of your beautiful face."
Song Zhihan sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"
Lin Jie had never thought of being gentle with women, otherwise he would not have humiliated her in front of the whole group today, and he would not have rejected her in that way ten years ago.
More importantly, after today's meeting, she finally understood one thing: Lin Jie didn't remember her at all, not to mention her appearance, he didn't even have an impression of her name.
Okay, Lin Jie, you are doing well. You have a thirty-year-old body and eighty-year-old memories. You are aging prematurely, right?
The more Song Zhihan thought about it, the angrier she became. In the end, she succeeded in making herself laugh. She felt more and more like a fool, not only at home but also at work. She was not just a fool, she was simply a clown!
She no longer had any unrealistic fantasies about Lin Jie.
She hated wood mustard.
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