"What can I do? I can't write it!" She scratched her head. How could such a stupid TV series have any depth?
Moreover, what Jin Lihan, this madman, wants to see is probably related to finance. How could these things possibly appear?
Isn't this forcing her?
It was not until exactly twelve o'clock in the evening that Jin Lihan returned home and Fu Jiaojiao finally finished writing her reading notes.
She looked at the 1,123 words and felt very satisfied.
It is commendable that a woman with a liberal arts background can write something so profound.
"Have you finished writing?" Jin Lihan saw her proud look and then looked at the turned-on TV, and knew that she was completing her task.
[Of course not, who am I? I'm a love genius.]
[There are some minor flaws, but it's definitely not my fault.]
"I've finished writing. Would you like to take a look at it now, sir?" Fu Jiaojiao stretched and yawned again.
Jin Lihan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard about the imperfection. He was a perfectionist. Fu Jiaojiao had been with him for so many years and she didn't know it?
"Let me see." He nodded and took the notebook from her.
As soon as he saw it, his brows furrowed tightly.
The font was not neat. Although it was not ugly, it was definitely not good-looking.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that there were a lot of scribbles and corrections on it, which was a complete disaster.
As for what is written, it is more like a pile of shit, full of nonsense and the main point is lost.
Not to mention depth and connotation, there is no content at all.
"Just these two pages?" He read through what she wrote in just a minute.
I estimate there are not even two thousand words in this.
"Yeah, this took a lot of effort to write. It wasn't easy."
"My water is just like this, Mr. Jin, don't you know?"
Fu Jiaojiao looked at him innocently. Her original body was a girl who had not graduated from high school, so it was almost the same level as hers.
Anyway, what Jin Lihan cares about is her face, not anything else.
Jin Lihan showed a stiff smile, "Forget about the nonsense, at least give me enough words."
"I said 20,000 words. Are there 2,000 in here?"
"No!" Fu Jiaojiao took a sip of water with confidence.
"Then why don't you continue writing?" He took a deep breath.
"There are 1,123 characters here, not counting the punctuation marks. I have poured my heart and soul into every single one of them. Please read on!"
"You only need to read the twenty thousand words about eighteen times."
Fu Jiaojiao patiently explained, and if the number of words was not enough, she would add more words to make up for it.
Jin Lihan was amused by her remarks, "You mean I have to read it eighteen times to get 20,000 words?"
"Bin, you are a smart person, you will understand it immediately."
Fu Jiaojiao nodded, she had to find a place to vent the anger she had suffered today.
Anyway, it’s an unimportant matter, so I can just give Jin Lihan a perfunctory response. He won’t do anything to me.
"You think I can't do anything to you, right?" He gave a deadly smile.
I originally wanted to pick it up high and put it down gently.
But this woman was just challenging her patience.
"At worst, you can just deduct my salary!" Fu Jiaojiao spread her hands. It didn't matter to her that she had a black card worth tens of thousands.
Compared with the few dollars deducted from the salary, it doesn't seem to matter.
"Good, very good!"
"I hope Secretary Fu can continue to maintain this."
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