I really didn't do anything!
Yu Niannian had finished her visit, and she didn't have any tasks for the day. She would probably stay at Zhixing Games for the next few days to coordinate needs, and Song Zhiming gave her a ride.
The conversation on the way mainly revolved around investment matters.
Yu Niannian drove herself here, so the elevator went all the way down to the basement.
Not far after leaving the elevator, I saw a very familiar figure from behind. It had a beautiful physique, excellent height, and a good head-to-shoulder ratio.
It's perfect for sketching practice.
Yu Niannian's professional instincts led her to follow the past with her gaze.
It looks familiar...
Where have I seen this before?
Song Zhiming noticed that she had suddenly stopped talking, so he followed Yu Niannian's gaze and introduced her naturally: "Ah, that's President Jiang, whom you've been wanting to meet."
Yu Niannian: ?
"President Jiang?!"
No way? Yu Niannian continued to follow him with her gaze until she saw Jiang Chuan get into the car.
What a coincidence!
Or is her memory confused?
But the feeling was just so similar, a kind of intuition that came from an art student, plus the fact that she had sketched the other person's likeness in her memory and on canvas...
“Yes, you’re quite lucky, actually…” Song Zhiming carefully chose his words: “You met President Jiang before our company’s employees did.”
Yu Niannian was somewhat puzzled by this statement.
Song Zhiming explained with a smile, "Because President Jiang doesn't show up at the company."
It's not that it's not often there, but rather that it's not there at all.
Without dwelling on this strange matter for too long, Yu Niannian felt that she should create the images in her mind as soon as possible.
Perhaps those gaps in Jiang Chuan's understanding that remain after talking with Yu Yue can be filled in this way.
She hurriedly said goodbye to Song Zhiming, and as soon as she got into the car, she kept using the pressure-sensitive pen, and soon a basic draft was completed.
@Even with high myopia, I still insist on drawing. This is Yu Niannian's Weibo account. She updated it with one of her paintings after a long time.
I've been busy with my startup lately.
Soon, her followers left comments such as, "This painting is so beautiful!" and "I didn't know you could do thick paint, it's so gorgeous!"
"Hmm? Is this the teacher's OC? I think there was a similar one before. (Image link attached)"
The previous picture was a silhouette of someone standing alone in the crowd, but at least you could still make out the outline of their face.
The composition of this image has a more cinematic feel. The person is standing in the light, dressed in a suit and tie, and their demeanor is not particularly elegant but rather casual, yet they are moving towards darkness.
He moves forward with unwavering determination—standing in the light, yet facing the darkness head-on.
There was no visible expression, but it left the viewer with plenty of room for imagination.
He must be a handsome guy.
Judging from the scene, it's just an ordinary underground parking garage. The color scheme isn't very distinct, with red markings on the pillars and a faint green glow from the emergency exits.
The abruptness of the two elements makes the image more contrasting.
Paintings that leave much to the imagination, such as those described as "world-famous paintings!" and "world-famous paintings!", coupled with Yu Niannian's recent designation as the chief art director of "The Road to Becoming a Corporate Slave"...
Therefore, once a painting is completely completed, its meaning is no longer something that the creator can control.
However, calling it a "world-famous painting" is a bit of an exaggeration.
Yu Niannian was a little embarrassed. She scrolled up and replied to the OC's guess: "No, it's a real person and scene. I just happened to capture it with my naked eye, with a little bit of artistic processing mixed in."
Real people?
Such good looks, could she be a celebrity? -- No, no, stop! I can't think about the entertainment industry. What if some celebrity fans come and claim her as their own? It'll be like having guests from all directions...
That would inevitably lead to a chaotic and messy situation.
After being caught cheating and being asked for a divorce by his wife, Lei Weize is now facing another major crisis: mid-life unemployment.
In addition, he also has to take a portion of his hard-earned savings from his years of hard work to compensate the victims.
Furthermore, because his actions at the company were exposed, the company directly and clearly terminated his contract without him receiving any compensation.
Nothing could be worse than this: wives and children separated, families destroyed and people killed.
Even his middle school daughter, who usually idolizes him, has become somewhat cold towards him, or at least distant.
Lei Weize felt that his ex-wife must have been exaggerating and ruining his image as a father.
Despite experiencing such a major life change, Lei Weize has managed to maintain a relatively stable mindset.
It's just a comeback. Although he doesn't have any impressive capital, his experience is something that others can't buy with money.
Once this storm has passed, you can just go to another company for a better job.
Lei Weize can't stay here, he'll go to another province to cause trouble.
He wasn't worried about the court at all, even if the victim strongly demanded an appeal—after all, he hadn't done anything, and hadn't even left a mark on the girl.
Aside from direct evidence on WeChat that could serve as evidence of his verbal sexual harassment and veiled probing, nothing else, no matter how many victims there are, will amount to much.
There's absolutely no need to worry about the AI's images; he hasn't, or rather, hasn't had time to, share them.
Just be shameless and wait it out for a while, and you'll be fine.
If this happened to a girl, it might make her feel extremely uncomfortable, ashamed to face others, or even cause psychological stress.
But Lei Weize is a man, and these things that happened to him are nothing more than romantic escapades, which will only be described as "passing through a sea of flowers without a single petal clinging to him".
It's been a while since we've had any peace and quiet.
事态稳定下来之后，雷伟泽第一想法就是去找自己的情人泄泄火，可转念一想想，当时和前妻一起揍他的也有这位在。
I lost interest instantly.
The two haven't been in contact since then, so it's probably over.
It's been several days and the pain is still severe with no improvement. Who would have thought that his wife, who has been retired for over ten years, would still be so fierce when she gets into a fight, when she's usually so gentle?
Lei Weize was burning with lust. He wasn't the type of person who could control himself, otherwise he wouldn't have been flirting with women everywhere and engaging in workplace sexual harassment.
He thought about it and finally decided to do things that wouldn't pass censorship on Jinjiang Literature City. After all, he was a villain, so he didn't have any moral constraints.
Fine, let's just hook up.
(Just to clarify this part for the reviewer: Lei is having a one-night stand!!! It's not prostitution, there's no prostitution!! There's no description of anything below the neck, they just touched each other without any other movement, okay?)
His personal style and demeanor certainly can't compare to his carefully maintained mistress, but it's just a quick fix for an emergency, a way to enjoy himself.
Since I'll be free from now on, I might as well enjoy some other types of young beauties.
Lei Weize comforted himself in this way.
The two looked at each other, but had nothing to say. They were both adults, not in a romantic relationship; it was just a matter of mutual benefit.
The other person turned and went into the restroom to prepare.
When everyone was almost ready, they came out of the restroom. Lei Weize was still standing there awkwardly, his back covered in cold sweat. No matter how he touched it, he couldn't feel anything at all.
Perhaps it couldn't pass censorship; in any case, it's like a dead fish, sliding in a straight line without any response.
Men are always particularly sensitive to these things. For some reason, Lei Weize felt that the gaze of his casual sex partner, who was slowly approaching, was cold and hurt his self-esteem.
Could you have hidden the sarcasm in your eyes a little better?
For some reason, he suddenly remembered @FreeArtist's sarcastic remark: "Because only those who can control themselves are human."
Is this an ironic reference to his inability to control himself, and then his body acting spontaneously without needing to be controlled anymore?
Did they just castrate themselves?
Enraged, Lei Weize's chauvinistic tendencies kicked in, and he pinned the man down on the bed.
Just as they were about to take the next step—they were inexplicably raided/prosecuted…
(The crackdown on prostitution wasn't actually about soliciting prostitution; it was just something we stumbled upon by chance after receiving an anonymous tip. There was no mention of soliciting prostitution.)
Although Lei Weize did nothing, he's already in the Yellow River, his pants are covered in mud, so he's basically defecating anyway.
Crackdown on prostitution? What prostitution! It's consensual, a harmonious union of human life and love!
This is a hookup!
Lei Weize couldn't explain it clearly, but he was very annoyed and agitated.
I've managed to squeeze out a little bit of savings from my belt, so at least let me enjoy myself a little!
Officer, do you believe me if I say I didn't do anything?
I really didn't do anything!
What can I do if it won't pass the review?!
The person he was hooking up with was also panicked, even more so than Lei Weize. As for why she was so panicked...
In conclusion, Lei Weize eventually escaped this inexplicable quagmire, because... because there were two reasons. First, he went to the hospital for a checkup and discovered on his test results that his life was burdened with unbearable weight.
The technical term is: erectile dysfunction.
The translation is impotence.
Under the sympathetic gazes of the doctor and the accompanying police officer, Lei Weize slowly typed a question mark in his mind.
"It's alright. Just cooperate with the treatment, and there's still hope for you to be cured." The doctor patted his shoulder. "This disease isn't uncommon, so you don't need to worry too much."
This, this is... this... it would have been better to just let him calm down in the detention center for a few days!
Secondly, the "woman" he summoned wasn't a woman at all; it was a man dressed as a woman. No wonder he didn't say much when he came in.
After coming out of the bathroom, you need to wrap yourself tightly in a bath towel.
Lei Weize: When you're down on your luck, even drinking water can cause you to choke, right?
Jiang Chuan had anonymously done a good deed last night, and naturally, he had also discerned Lei Zewei's resignation to his fate, so he didn't care.
This confident former executive may not realize what awaits him; no company would be willing to hire someone like him to manage a company.
What if another sexual harassment occurs?
Furthermore, employees would find it difficult to respect such a boss.
In fact, Lei Weize could have easily denied any intention to rape, claiming he had the desire but not the courage, but he was very confident that he had grasped the other person's weakness.
A self-righteous way to die.
Jiang Chuan made his final decision and put the matter aside for now. Single-linear tasks were too inefficient; he was already considering higher-level multi-threaded tasks.
Regarding magical abilities, their usage can be broadly categorized into the following levels. The simplest ones usually only require one magic circuit, which can be used effortlessly and with 100% accuracy.
For example, common abilities such as teleportation, observation, and invisibility.
These are all things that can be mastered in one go.
The second level is slightly more difficult, such as the ability Jiang Chuan once demonstrated to teleport while carrying heavy objects.
And then there's the combination of skills—like beating up Boss Wei in front of a lot of people without being caught—Boss Wei, whom we haven't mentioned in a while…
Jiang Chuan didn't have time to waste on him, and with the workers still having to go through a process to get their wages, Jiang Chuan didn't want to let this kind of person off easily either. So, based on the magic circuits, he developed a fully automatic beating device.
Before the workers got their wages, Boss Wei would start to feel pain all over his body from time to time.
Moreover, the cause of the illness cannot be found; it's just pain.
Old Wei couldn't struggle, so he simply stopped moving. He was resigned to his fate; if you want to fight, then fight; if you want to suffer the consequences, then suffer the consequences.
You've already suffered the consequences, so don't even think about taking this money with you!
Once you have backbone, that's it.
However, what Boss Wei didn't know was that the more stubbornly he refused to pay and tried to obstruct the workers from demanding their wages, the more beatings he would receive. It was a rather peculiar... vicious cycle.
Getting back to the main point, what Jiang Chuan is practicing now falls under the category of domain ability.
It is possible, but if it is to be used on a large scale and on a wide range, its stability still needs to be tested more thoroughly.
Although it wouldn't pose any real danger, Jiang Chuan, who always strives for perfection, still hoped to maximize the success rate.
He was lying flat on the bed with his eyes closed.
The count stood guard over him, and from his perspective, Jiang Chuan remained in a state of unease.
Her brows furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her hands unconsciously gripped the sheets. She closed her eyes, softening the aggressive look of her heavily made-up face, yet she still appeared unapproachable, cold and stern—though she was undeniably vulnerable.
I tried harder and harder, but if I used any more force, my fingernails would dig into my palm.
The veins on his hands were prominent, winding like green snakes across his arms. His knuckles were slightly white, while his joints were slightly red.
He was breathing heavily, his breathing rhythm was a little erratic.
The count thought to himself, "Even someone who seems to have no weaknesses has moments of vulnerability."
Since he didn't have a tablet to play with, his thoughts started to wander. Looking at Jiangchuan, he naturally thought of the first time they met.
The emotional impression at the time, including the memories now, is focused on: the first time He was rejected so many times by a human being.
Only now did he suddenly realize that Jiang Chuan might have been uneasy at that time. He subconsciously pursed his lips and remained serious.
Why can't I sleep soundly?
Then, thinking of Jiang Chuan, the Earl sighed as he saw the words in his eyes, which were extremely simple yet incredibly weighty: "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach."
This really makes it seem like He has no status as a guardian of magic.
In his dream, Jiang Chuan finally completed a part of the consciousness link, but just as he was about to take action, his biological clock woke him up.
It was 5:30 a.m.
Jiang Chuan got up, washed, and exercised as usual, without any of the symptoms of a normal person wanting to stay in bed longer.
The count stretched, still not fully awake, utterly puzzled. After being confused for so long, he finally managed to ask in his dazed state, "Why do you always have to live such a hard life?"
Mr. Cat is used to being lazy.
The next chapter is about the launch of the online version of "The Way of the Corporate Slave"!
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