"Zhizhi, it's easy to earn some pocket money. I'll teach you how to write those 'umms'... the kind I send to you."
"There are 360 ​​professions, and every profession can produce an expert. Don't look down on people who write blogs. Ignore them. Most girls like reading them, we just don't say it."
"What's wrong with making a little money on the side by benefiting the eyes of our fellow sexes? Making money is not shameful! This is called creation!"
These are the words Anuo said to Lin Yisheng and Fang Zhi at Lin Yisheng's manor that day.
Because Anuo wanted to write about things she liked to read, and when she learned that Fangzhi also wanted to earn some money to save, she suggested that Fangzhi write with her.
The woman patted her not-so-obvious chest and said: "I guarantee you'll learn. I may not be online 24/7. When I'm not online, I'm just fishing for information. But as long as I see Fang Zhi's message, I will definitely answer the question."
Fang Zhi was very interested after hearing this, so he agreed.
She still blushes and her heart races whenever she sees what she has written or the material that Anuo posts in the group.
But she did see the benefits.
So Fang Zhi continued writing every day, secretly without Qi Shen's knowledge.
The howling wind and cold air outside the window in early winter create a stark contrast with the quiet, warm, and comfortable bedroom.
Winter nights are long and days are short; it's already pitch black outside the window before seven o'clock. Tonight, the moon is sparse, and the arrival of winter foreshadows the approaching new year. The closer it gets to the end of the year, the busier the major corporations become, and Qi Shen is no exception.
Recently, men have been working overtime frequently, and their social engagements have doubled compared to before, so they are also returning to Nangong later in the evenings.
I would come back early, around 10:30 or 11:00, and only then would I realize it was time to go to sleep.
When the man returned late, she realized he was already asleep; she hadn't seen him before she went to bed. When she woke up the next morning, she found him sleeping beside her.
Or perhaps the lingering warmth of his body on the side where he slept reminded her that he had returned during the night.
Fang Zhi walked out of the steaming bathroom, her beautiful body completely wrapped in a white bath towel, with only her straight, slender legs exposed.
After drying my hair, changing into my pajamas, and lying in bed, I realized I had picked up my phone from the bedside table.
[Brother: Zhizhi, get some rest early, don't wait for me. Also, play on your phone less, it's bad for your eyes.]
This was a message the man sent ten minutes ago.
Fang Zhi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes like tassels concealing the secret joy in them.
She replied to him skillfully.
My brother will be back very late again tonight, probably around midnight, which will give her time to continue writing.
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SQ Group rises majestically from the ground, soaring into the clouds. From its top floor, one can overlook the brightly lit city of Haicheng.
The office light, cascading from the ceiling, cast a sharp glare on the man's glasses.
The social engagements and busy schedule of the past few days had left his handsome and clean-cut face showing an undeniable weariness.
[Zhizhi: I know, brother. If you go out for social events, please drink less alcohol; it's bad for your health.]
Qi Shen stared at the girl's text message for a while, as if it were the only bit of fun in his dull and boring life.
A gentle expression appeared in his deep-set eyes, and the restlessness caused by his busy schedule dissipated slightly.
He's been busy lately, and he rarely has dinner with Zhizhi. However, he learned from the servants that the young lady has been busy with something lately. She's not chatting with anyone, but she's always typing away on her phone, as if she's writing an essay.
The servants also said he returned late and left the bedroom light on late. Qi Shen had his doubts about this.
Several employees in the secretariat remained to work overtime, including Assistant Chen. He glanced at the time, walked to the president's office, knocked on the door, and reminded the man inside.
"Mr. Qi, you should head out now. There's still half an hour until the agreed time."
Qi Shen seemed oblivious to what was being said outside.
He replied to the girl with "Okay" and then put his phone in his pocket.
Assistant Chen didn't hear a response from inside and was about to knock on the door again when the door opened from the inside.
Their eyes met, and Assistant Chen lowered his head, stepping aside to make way for the man. "President Qi, Chairman Wang of the Construction Group is already waiting for you at the Mingguan Restaurant."
Qi Shen hummed in agreement, glanced at Assistant Chen's face, and said calmly, "Any other schedules tonight?"
"Yes." Assistant Chen, who knew the itinerary by heart, blurted out, "After having dinner with Chairman Wang, Mingcheng's Xiao Ming will invite you to a gathering in the V8 private room of Tingshui Cuiguan."
"Let's cancel it."
"OK."
The man walked past Assistant Chen and strode steadily down the corridor. Assistant Chen gave a brief instruction to the remaining staff in the secretariat and hurriedly followed.
The Bentley stopped at the group's entrance, waiting for the man and his assistant, Chen, to get in before starting the car.
The street scenes on both sides rushed past, and Qi Shen took out his phone and made a call. The call was answered after about ten seconds.
"Why did you decide to call me?" A nonchalant male voice came through the receiver.
"Shao Si," Qi Shen said in a calm and even voice, "tell your manager to put all the expenses for tonight in the Ting Shui Cui Guan V8 private room on my tab."
Upon hearing this, Fu Shaosi narrowed his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his charming eyes, and smiled, "Sure, no problem."
The alcohol sold to regular customers is priced at market price, but the alcohol sold to his own brothers is priced five times higher.
Although this small amount was nothing to them, they would be foolish not to make money when they could. The more they ripped off Qi Shen, the more money they would earn for parts for his next sports car.
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