Chapter 160 Weekly Journal
President's Office.
The thick document was placed on the table and had been read many times.
The man hadn't said a word since he came out of Cheng's house. He was now standing in front of the French window, not knowing what he was thinking about.
He still looked calm, but if you looked closely you could see the taut lines of flesh and bones beneath his shirt.
Secretary Liu stepped forward amidst the tense atmosphere in the room and spoke cautiously.
"Boss?"
"Handwriting."
The man spoke, his voice becoming hoarse.
His eyes were unfocused, as if in a trance, yet his slow words carried a demonic solemnity and dangerous repression.
“A person’s habits can be imitated, can be coincidental, but handwriting can be identified.”
Secretary Liu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head silently.
"Got it, boss."
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"Write a weekly diary?!" Miss Shen's eyes widened and she almost stuck the straw into her nose.
"I'm not an elementary school student, why should I write a weekly diary?"
Uncle Mao on the opposite side looked helpless.
"This is the company's new rule. All artists have to write this. They say it's to keep up to date with the latest news about the artists they care about, so everyone has to fill out a full sheet of paper."
Miss Shen uttered a sigh,
"I'm already busy enough, okay? Why should I waste time on meaningless things?" Then she rolled her eyes, leaned over the table and gave her agent a flattering smile.
"Uncle Mao, why don't you help me write it?"
The agent shook his head righteously.
"It says above that if you find out that the agent or assistant is ghostwriting, the bonus will be deducted immediately," then the agent smiled at Miss Shen.
"Pian Pian, look, Uncle Mao, I have a family and a daughter to support. Can you please have some pity on me and let me write obediently? How do you think?"
Shen Pianpian bit the straw, feeling very depressed.
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That night, Miss Shen rolled around on the bed for a long time, biting the pen, and finally squeezed out four hundred words like used-up toothpaste.
She looked at the A4 paper full of daily records and sighed.
"I'm old and I can't even write an essay."
Miss Shen flicked the paper and talked to herself.
"Who cares? If it were an elementary school essay, she would probably win based on the number of words."
She casually threw aside the weekly diary written in vigorous and powerful strokes, and Miss Shen quickly turned off the lights and fell asleep heartlessly.
Next to her, Cheng Zhiyuan sat on the balcony in the night, staring motionlessly at the extinguished lights beside him, like a sculpture blending into the shadows.
In the distance were the bright lights of the city, and he looked at the dark balcony next door, as if looking at a fragile beautiful dream. The suppressed desire and fear under his calm face were like the rising and falling tides in the dark night.
The cool night breeze blew past the man, then passed through the branches of flowers on the terrace, penetrated the unclosed window next door, and brushed across the sleeping face of the girl.
Perhaps she was still dreaming, she smacked her lips heartlessly.
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After finishing her scenes the next day, Shen Pianxian took a detour back to the company to submit her weekly diary before going home.
As soon as Uncle Mao drove away, a black Jaguar drove steadily over, passed in front of her and stopped in the parking space.
The face that just flashed by the driver's seat window seemed a little familiar?
Miss Shen tilted her head as she walked with her bag on her back.
Then she saw the driver's door open, and a man who shouldn't be here got out of the car with long legs. He took off his suit jacket and locked the car casually. His tall and straight back exuded a sharp and imposing aura as he walked casually.
Shen Pianpian just stared at her immediate superior as he walked towards her with long legs, and then his gaze suddenly froze when he looked up at her.
The air suddenly became quiet.
After a long while, Shen Pianpian finally regained his breath in the increasingly strange atmosphere. He slowly raised his hands and smiled dryly.
"Hi! What a coincidence."
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