Steven didn't even know how he walked out of the hospital. His mind was blank.
The doctor had already given him a death sentence. He was aging a hundred times faster.
His bone density was dropping, his stamina was declining, and his bodily functions were deteriorating.
This made him feel that everything was boring.
According to the doctor, he could live for about a month.
Of course, there was no fixed amount. It could be faster, or it could be slower.
What could he do in a month?
Maybe he could finish his last movie.
Steven took a deep breath and suddenly pulled himself together.
Yes, even if he was going to die, he should finish filming the movie at hand first.
At least, he couldn't screw Rasfa over. After all, Rasfa was the host of the movie and PLM Films was the investor.
The next day …
James was a little surprised to see that Steven was full of energy again.
"Mr. Steven, how's your body?"
"Not bad. Are the people who applied to be my assistant here?"
"Yes, they're outside now. Should I call them in?"
"First, get rid of all the guys."
"What?"
"I need a female assistant. I don't need a male assistant. Do you understand me?"
"Fine." James was helpless. Steven was still so domineering.
After a while, James brought seven or eight women to the door.
"Go in one by one. You go first," James said, pointing at an Asian girl.
Knock, knock —
"Come in," Steven called.
When he saw that the first to walk in was an Asian girl, he was surprised.
Yu Wenhui was already used to Steven's gaze.
After all, this was a white-dominated society. People of color were never valued or even discriminated against here.
Asians and Asians, in particular, were ostracized in all aspects.
She was only here to try her luck. She didn't really think that she could become the assistant of a famous director.
"Let me introduce myself," Steven said.
"My name is Wenhui.Yu. I'm currently studying at UCLA. I'm a fourth-year financial management major. I'm 22 years old. Half a year ago, I had experience working for a Fortune 500 company. My profile also has the company's evaluation."
Steven flipped through Yu Wenhui's information. "You're from China, right?"
"Yes."
"The correct pronunciation of your name is Yu Wenhui?"
"Yes."
Yu Wenhui didn't expect Steven to care about how his name was pronounced.
"Are there any interesting places in China?"
"There are many fun places. If Mr. Steven has the chance to go to China, I can show you around, whether I get hired or not."
"It doesn't matter if I have the chance to go to China or not. You've already applied," Steven said with a smile.
"What?" Yu Wenhui was stunned and looked at Steven in surprise.
He was from China. Putting aside his own files and information, there were still a few other applicants. Why did Steven make a decision without even looking at the choices?
Yu Wenhui thought that she was quite beautiful, but she should be more in line with the Eastern aesthetic standards. Westerners should not be interested in her appearance.
After all, Yu Wenhui had studied here for more than three years, so she had a certain understanding of western aesthetics.
There were even times when a girl in the dormitory asked her if she had a boyfriend in her hometown since she was so ugly.
What else could Yu Wenhui say other than rolling her eyes?
She really couldn't understand what this great director was thinking when he actually took a fancy to an ugly woman like her.
Of course, Yu Wenhui was very excited to get the job.
"I hope you can come to work tomorrow. At the same time, I don't want you to explain why you're late. The last assistant I fired was late."
"Yes, I understand, Mr. Steven."
"Okay." Steven waved his hand. "Call James in. He's the bastard who told you to come in."
Soon, James came in. Steven said, "James, prepare a contract for that lady. Don't tell me it's not part of your job. I don't want to hear that."
What could James say? He could only lower his head and act as Steven's temporary assistant.
…
When Yu Wenhui returned to school, she suddenly heard a whistle.
Yu Wenhui turned her head in surprise and saw that it was the football team. They seemed to have just finished training.
The big guy who had just whistled was probably the captain of the football team, McCullen.
"Hey, Chinese girl, do you have time to have a meal together?"
"Sorry, I'm not free." Yu Wenhui frowned. She didn't like McCullen.
She also remembered that McCullen seemed to be in a relationship with another girl in her dormitory.
She didn't want to break their friendship because of this, so she turned to leave.
But McCullen's arm blocked the wall. McCullen was tall and strong. He was 1.95 meters tall. Yu Wenhui looked too small before him.
"Chinese girl, don't reject me so quickly. I promise you'll fall in love with me."
"Sorry, I'm not interested. Please move aside."
"How about you kiss me and I'll move aside? How about that?"
"Move aside." Yu Wenhui looked at McCullen angrily.
"You look good when you're angry."
"Haha … Chinese girl, McCullen seems to like you."
"You're so lucky."
The other members of the football team were also jeering at the side.
"Let's go. Don't be so shy." McCullen grabbed Yu Wenhui's arm without hesitation.
"McCullen, do you want to be expelled for harassing girls?" Yu Wenhui flung McCullen's hand away.
McCullen's expression froze. He didn't attack again.
He indeed didn't have the guts. "I was just joking," he explained.
With that, McCullen opened his arms and took two steps back.
However, McCullen didn't see behind him. Someone bumped into him. McCullen turned around and yelled, "Don't you have eyes?"
But what greeted McAllen was a cold gaze. McAllen shuddered.
He bumped into none other than Chen Zhao.
Pu —
Getting punched in the stomach, Macallan was about to kneel down. Chen Zhao grabbed Macallan's collar and looked around. "What are you looking at? Do you want to die? Scram, all of you. "
All the football players lowered their heads and fled.
Yu Wenhui also turned to leave. Who was that Asian?
Was he from a gang?
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