"I heard from the school driver, Mr. Su, that he's now the chairman of the board of directors of this university. Congratulations."
After Zhang Mofei sat down, he first gave a compliment.
Su Ze waved his hand and said unhappily: "No need to compliment me, I just want to see the manuscript, just think of me as someone who is urging me to finish it..."
Zhang Mofei hurriedly put the briefcase on the table and took out a copy of the manuscript. "I have already written two-thirds of the content. The remaining few days are more than enough for me to finish the content of the second half. Please rest assured, Mr. Su..."
Su Ze nodded in a serious tone: "The progress is good, just enough to meet my needs."
My pen has been smoking these past two days, otherwise Mr. Jin would have doubted his own creative ability... Zhang Mofei breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Ze was very anxious. After saying a few words, he dismissed the guest and said, "I hope to see the remaining troops as soon as possible. You can go back first."
Zhang Mofei was stunned for a moment and asked, "Mr. Su, can you please take a look at it? If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I can go back and make some changes."
A custom-made article must have a custom-made attitude. Zhang Mofei's original intention was to wholeheartedly meet Su Ze's requirements for the story.
But then he saw Su Ze righteously saying, "Come on, Mr. Zhang, you should believe in your own work. It is very attractive in itself. Even if I don't read the content, I know it meets my requirements... This is the confidence that a novelist worth millions should have."
Anyone who receives such praise would be overjoyed, especially since it is recognition from the client.
Zhang Mofei was so excited that his confidence suddenly surged.
He stood up, put on his hat, and said, "Well, I'll take my leave now. The air is nice today, and I think it should be a good day for writing."
After saying that, he strode towards the door.
Su Ze suddenly called him: "By the way, Mr. Zhang, you can take a look at the newspaper today. The report about Wilbur is worth reading."
Zhang Mofei nodded and took note of it, then opened the door.
Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and said, "By the way, Mr. Su, please keep my manuscript..."
Su Ze raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"
Zhang Mofei considers himself professional and humorous, saying: "Spoilers are fatal to certain stories."
Su Ze forced a smile: "You are right."
After Zhang Mofei left, Su Ze used the magic of words to turn the entire office space into a restricted area.
Then he stood up and opened the door to the lounge...
I have to say.
Bai Fu is much more open-minded than Chi Zhiyuan!
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The other side.
Zhang Murphy walked slowly out of the campus of Skatonic University.
He had never felt so good before, and he wanted everyone to cheer for him...
It's like a dream.
A few days ago, he was still a poor and down-and-out novelist, but now, he is already a successful top novelist.
"I must not let Mr. Su down... I must not let my readers down. I must write the most perfect work!"
He kept thinking.
It was not until he passed by a newsstand that he suddenly came to his senses and remembered the news Su Ze mentioned, so he bought a newspaper.
Sitting in the special car on his way home, he spread out the newspaper in the back seat and read the contents of the newspaper one by one...
"The Book of the Dead..."
He whispered to himself and silently memorized the name of the book.
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