The manager said in a panic, "Mr. Shi, I'm so sorry. There might have been a mistake during our purchase. I apologize for what just happened. This is a very small matter and can be settled privately without going to court. Feel free to state any terms you have."
Chen Wanghan was completely amused, his handsome face sneered: "Why didn't you say that to that girl just now? You won't admit it until you are exposed. You are really tough and only know how to bully little girls."
The manager and employees still wanted to block Shi Wang's way and didn't want him to leave.
Shi Wang said coldly, "If you try to stop me again, I'll call the market supervision department. According to the Product Quality Law, if you counterfeit or use someone else's brand, your illegal products and illegal gains will be confiscated. Zhong Qingwangxiang is selling a bottle for ten thousand yuan. The way you're selling it, that's enough to revoke your business license."
The restaurant manager suddenly stopped in his tracks, breaking out in a cold sweat. The elevator just arrived, and the manager and other staff watched Shi Wang and Chen Wanghan get on the elevator and leave.
Shi Wang pressed the button for the -1 floor. Chen Wanghan sighed beside him, "Shi Wang, do you know why you always attract girls? You help girls whether they like you or not. Did you see the way that girl looked at you when she heard you call her Shi Wang? Her eyes were about to sparkle."
It's a delusion of love. You can tell whose wine it is just by listening to it.
After drinking ten bottles in a row, I met her again, and she became my hero to save the beauty. It was simply a fateful first encounter.
Shi Wang remained unmoved: "There's no need to spread rumors about the girl. We just met by chance."
Chen Wanghan shook his head: "You really don't understand. You always arouse the hearts of girls, and when they come to pursue you, you reject them harshly, which makes them sad."
Shi Wang said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether the person you're helping is a man or a woman. That bottle of wine was sold under the name of Yang Liu'an, so it has something to do with me."
Chen Wanghan suddenly looked at the phone in his hand: "There is a message on your phone."
Shi Wang lowered his head and a message popped up on his phone screen.
"@每天睡 (Daytime Sleep)" you follow published a new blog post.
He looked calm and put his phone in his pocket.
Chen Wanghan didn't pay much attention: "You drive, take me back."
Shi Wang said coldly: "It's not on the way."
Chen Wanghan pressed on: "Hey, are you on your way, or where are you going?"
Shi Wang looked towards the elevator door. It opened with a ding, and a wave of emotion crossed his mind: "Buy herbal tea."
When Shi Wang arrived at the rehearsal room, everyone was chatting in groups of three or four as usual.
Shi Wang placed the cup of throat-soothing and lung-clearing herbal tea on the spot where he usually took a nap during the day, and began to look through his script, feeling inexplicably nervous.
Lu Tiao came in with a bunch of packages. "The actors in the play Venus, come and get your costumes. The costumes have arrived."
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn, and the actors of Venus swarmed over: "Hey, hey, hey, let me see, I'm Cupid, where are my clothes?"
"Is this the third girl's?"
"Isn't the second male lead here?"
"He said his throat was very uncomfortable. He went to the hospital and was diagnosed with mandibular inflammation. He couldn't even speak, let alone recite his lines. We have to find someone else to replace him."
Everyone else had received their clothes, leaving only Zhu Mian and Shi Wang's. Lu Tiao handed Shi Wang's to him and said, "Shi Wang, this is your performance costume."
Shi Wang glanced at him and said, "Thank you."
People around opened the package and complained: "What's going on? The thread is so tangled. What kind of manufacturer did you find?"
"Forget it, just cut it off."
Shi Wang suddenly raised his head and said, "Boss, give me the daytime nap as well."
Lu Tiao gave it to him: "It's just right, give it to your partner. I have to rehearse another play."
Shi Wang took it and opened the package. Inside was a pure white long dress. Just by looking at it, one could imagine how outstanding the effect would be when worn. But as other actors said, there were many loose threads.
The ends of the threads have been burned with a lighter, becoming a hard knot that can easily prick people.
Shi Wang pulled out a pair of scissors from the pen holder on the table.
The slender fingers supported the long skirt, and at first glance, it felt like the hands should be used to hold a book. Holding the light gauze skirt, he lowered his eyes quietly, casually cut off the threads, folded them and put them back, as if he had never touched them.
When the daytime nap came, it was evening. The gorgeous sunset glowed on her smoky green dress, as if her dress was so gorgeous. Her hair, dyed brown for the magazine shoot, was curled into curls, just like the goddesses with snow-white skin and light hair in Western mythology.
As soon as she arrived at her usual seat, she saw a pile of clothes on the table. She picked it up curiously and found that they were performance costumes.
Other members of the club kindly reminded her, "The threads on this costume are very prickly, senior, remember to cut them off, otherwise you'll get pricked."
Xiaomian responded: "Okay."
She picked it up and turned it over and over but couldn't find a single thread.
Others noticed it too: "Don't you have any lint?"
Daytime sleep is unclear: "No."
Others didn't think much of it, just thinking it was because of the uneven quality, and said enviously: "That's great, we don't have to spend so much time cutting it."
There was a faint smile in Shi Wang's eyes.
I didn't take it seriously during my nap and sat down, only then did I notice the cup of Cantonese herbal tea in front of me.
She was a little confused.
Gu Qingxu said he had to stay at the law firm today and didn't have time to come.
Shi Wang suddenly said, "I bought it. Didn't you have a sore throat?"
Zhumian turned to look at him and was stunned for a moment.
His eyes remained calm: "This herbal tea soothes the throat."
But this is not Guangdong Province, where herbal tea is not available everywhere, and authentic Cantonese herbal tea is not easy to buy.
Xiaomian just said politely: "Thank you."
She said this, but made no move to touch the cup of herbal tea.
The weather in early autumn is already slightly cooler, and the temperature at night is pleasant. Even when looking at the person I hate the most, my heart feels inexplicably calm.
In Shi Wang's peripheral vision, she never touched the cup of herbal tea.
She pulled out a stack of freshly printed scripts from her bag.
Because she gave hers to Zhang Shuang, she went to print another copy, which was still warm from the printer.
Shi Wangye lowered his head and flipped through the pages, organizing his new script. The snow-white pages fluttered, and the sunset glow outside the window was rich. He suddenly said, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
His tone was so indifferent that Zhu Mian thought he had misheard.
But this is what Shi Wang really wanted to ask.
She subconsciously looked at him: "What?"
Shi Wang also raised his head. At this moment, the sunset glow flowed back into the rehearsal room, gilding his features. His cold, snow-like eyes stared at her intently, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
His voice was not loud, a very normal volume, and he asked a very normal question, still with a low and slightly hoarse voice from smoking. But asking in public, no matter how covert, there was a risk of being heard.
Zhu Mian met his deep gaze and stood there in a daze.
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