Chapter 517 Young Marshal Huo's Little Mute 8
"In addition, Mr. Huo is over fifty years old, and his subordinates have been fighting each other openly and secretly for a long time, so his strength is declining year by year."
Song Jinhuan suddenly realized, "So, Mr. Fifth used the excuse of appreciating the female lead's literary talent to actually get close to the male lead?"
Sanjin: "You could say that; scholars care a lot about their reputation."
"Especially against this turbulent backdrop, military men generally held great respect for capable scholars."
"If a hermit like Mr. Fifth were to go to someone's door asking to be accepted, wouldn't that be lowering his own status? In the future, when debating with the opposing side, his shortcomings would inevitably be exposed."
Song Jinhuan: "So, even if Huo Ze does nothing, this assistant will still find a way to defect to him?"
Sanjin: "Yes! That's right!"
Song Jinhuan couldn't understand. "Then what about me? Is there anything I need to do?"
"We can win over Huo Ze by retaliating against those intellectuals, making him lower his guard and trust you!"
Song Jinhuan blinked: "But, I just ate a meal and my score went up by four points!"
Sanjin earnestly advised, "Host, it's time to do something for the target."
“Although your favorability rating might increase even if you just sit there and breathe the air, we need to make it tangible.”
Song Jinhuan remembered what Sanjin had told her: to learn to love and to give.
Do what you can to achieve your goal.
Song Jinhuan said thoughtfully, "But I can't swear, and I'm not good at writing either."
Sanjin: "Doesn't the host know how to carve Buddhist amulets?"
I almost forgot about it if you hadn't mentioned it.
This reminder gave Song Jinhuan an idea.
So here's the problem: she needs a set of tools, but she doesn't have any money. How can she get them?
After much thought, she set her sights on Huo Ze.
Before they knew it, it was midnight, and the girl was still sitting cross-legged by the coffee table, her pen constantly drawing on the white paper.
She had to gesture to the servants for a long time before she finally got her hands on it.
Because I didn't have much strength in my hands, the tool drawings were initially crooked and messy. After drawing them a couple more times, I gradually mastered the method.
At midnight, Huo Ze still hadn't appeared.
Song Jinhuan was so sleepy that he kept yawning. He glanced at the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then climbed up and lay down.
For several days in a row, Song Jinhuan did not see Huo Ze, but her favorability rating inexplicably rose to 10.
It seems they have another place to rest.
I just don't know when I'll think of her.
Looking at the tool diagram she had drawn, Song Jinhuan felt an unprecedented anticipation for the other person's appearance.
Don't ask her why she's so sure the other person will help; it's all based on his status as her fiancée and his 10-point favorability rating!
Since that day, Hozer has been living in his office.
Seeing Huo Ze huddled on the sofa looking aggrieved, Deputy General Zhang tried to subtly inquire about the reason, but was met with vague responses.
This shows that the young marshal really disliked his mute fiancée.
"Young Marshal, why don't we send that person to the Huo residence? That way, the young marshal won't have to suffer so much, unable to return home."
Huo Ze frowned and said seriously, "If we send her back, wouldn't my father just get a handle on her?"
"By then, there will be countless people in the newspapers criticizing me for abandoning my fiancée."
Deputy General Zhang was puzzled. "Can't the young marshal just deny it?"
"As for those writers, no matter what you do, they will never be satisfied."
"This marriage was arranged by Commander Huo; he's going to marry the mute girl."
Huo Ze slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly, saying sharply, "Nonsense!"
"Don't you even know how old that old scoundrel Huo is!"
Lieutenant Zhang panicked, his knees buckled, and he knelt down.
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