There was one thing that Taisetsu had already begun to admire Number 18. That was, Taisetsu found that she could stare at him motionlessly for more than an hour.
As for whether Number 18 blinked or not, it was unknown. If it took such a long time to stare at a so-called investor, or even more than that, then Taisetsu felt that the work of the Black Soul Messenger was definitely a hard job.
But then again, this person named Zhu Maolin was indeed like what his subordinates thought, a workaholic.
Such a person is probably the favorite general of the company's boss, right? It's just that the company's boss likes him, but it doesn't mean that the people below will like him.
"Number 18, is this guest difficult to deal with?" Taisetsu couldn't help but ask after all.
At this time, Number 18 just slowly turned her head and glanced at Taisetsu, then she continued to look at Zhu Maolin, who was in a meeting overnight. She didn't make a sound. Taisetsu asked for a snub, so he had to look around.
In Taisetsu's view, Number 18 was completely mysterious. But for Number 18, she was just confused about something. The new master's intention of approving this potential investor this time.
In fact, going back the time to the road before she went back to the club, the man in front of her was just casually done by Number 18. She just happened to pass by. She felt that this person's soul power was not bad, so she also made a white card.
Zhu Maolin naturally couldn't be compared with the other investors she found. Although the other investors' information cards were not necessarily very serious, it was certain that the effort spent was much more than the one in front of her.
The new master actually approved this investor who was more ordinary than the others. Is this a warning to my work attitude?
On the other hand, she had now observed Zhu Maolin for some time, but she had a feeling of not knowing where to start. It was not because of insufficient ability. To deal with ordinary people, a Black Soul Messenger with a long history like her really had too many ways. But the problem was that there were too many ways, and she didn't know which method was better.
She also told Taisetsu that the Black Soul Messenger had her own preferences. Obviously, Zhu Maolin was not her preferred type.
Or perhaps … because this time he needed to guide the new Black Soul Envoy, Taisetsu, the new master chose Brother Zhe, who looked more ordinary and easier to start with, purely as a tutorial?
In fact, there was a deeper meaning behind this … the new owner didn't want Taisetsu to be influenced by my style?
It was the most irrational thing to complicate a doubt — Black Soul No.18 knew this very well. However, this was not a bystander after all. It was the one who acted as her master.
Perhaps the new owner just casually took it out and didn't have any other intentions … But what if there was?
The Black Soul Envoys were born with an uncontrollable awe of their masters — they were in awe of the person who had the position of the shop owner … To be more precise, they were in awe of the throne.
18 felt that she had fallen into a strange circle of thought. Reason told her that this might just be a very simple business, but her intuition reminded her that it was not so simple.
She suddenly felt a pat on her shoulder, and her body suddenly turned into mist and retreated. She gathered back again one meter away.
Taisetsu's arm was still raised in the air, looking a little overwhelmed.
"What are you doing?" No.18 asked coldly.
Taisetsu shook his head and said, "I just want to ask you, do you want to drink something?"
He still held two bottles of green tea in his hand and explained, "I just saw that you were too serious, so I walked away and bought it."
"Black Soul doesn't need to eat." No.18 said indifferently.
Taisetsu shrugged, "But there is also a sense of taste, right? Not eating … isn't it pitiful? Well … whatever. I put it here. If you want to drink, take it yourself. "
"Boring." No.18 flung her sleeves and continued to observe Zhu Maolin, "Also, don't touch me casually in the future. I'll let it go this time. If there is a next time, Zhan Lu can't protect you! "
With a malicious warning tone, the key pendant on Taisetsu's neck buzzed at this time, as if it was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.
(Zhan Lu: Come on! Come and hurt each other!)
So how long are you going to stare at her … Taisetsu leaned against the wall, yawned, and then glanced at Zhu Maolin, who was waving a pen on the projection screen. He saw the ring on his ring finger and muttered, "This guy, if he doesn't go home, he can't call his wife …"
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"That's it."
When it was nearly two o 'clock in the morning, Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his group and said, "The candidate for the makeup shoot has been finalized. Tboy, you contact her early tomorrow morning. It is best to let her come to the set in the afternoon. As for the script, I will prepare it … Everyone has worked hard. Let's get off work. "
The city was very quiet late at night. Some people dragged their tired figures away, while others returned to their seats. They pulled out the stool, covered themselves with clothes, and didn't want to move.
Zhu Maolin looked at the time, then drove the car away.
He kind of forgot when he began to like such a quiet night. He didn't have to worry about traffic jams on the road, and there was no dazzling sunlight. The city seemed to be asleep in front of him.
But he was still thinking about the script for tomorrow's makeup shoot. At this time, there was only a vague prototype in his mind. He hadn't been able to grasp the specific details thoroughly.
Soon after, he parked the car in front of a convenience store in front of the park. He asked the staff to buy a midnight snack earlier, but he didn't eat it. Now that he felt hungry, he settled it directly in the convenience store.
In the end, he bought a pack of cigarettes, then asked for a bottle of coffee and returned to his car.
While smoking, the car stereo played "Scarborough-Fair".
He slowly closed his eyes, and his mind began to empty as if he was exiled to the Bayinbrook Grassland, where he was born.
Ding-!
The notification sound of the mobile phone text message pulled Zhu Maolin's thoughts from the vast grassland back to the mobile phone in the car in front of the park. He glanced at it.
Wife: Are you still working overtime?
Zhu Maolin: You haven't slept yet?
Wife: I'm thirsty to drink water. I saw that you didn't reply.
Zhu Maolin: En. There is a makeup shoot tomorrow. I'm still in the company. You should rest first.
Wife: En.
Zhu Maolin: Good night.
Wife: Good night.
Zhu Maolin sighed. The slightly astringent taste of the coffee brought him a little spirit. He turned on the laptop, put it on his lap, opened the document, and began to write the script in his heart.
— Are you going to Scarborough-Fair?
— Coriander, sage, rosemary, and thyme …
This was the only sound that accompanied him.
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Good night.
— Please find an acre of land for me.
— Coriander, sage, rosemary, and thyme
— Just between the sea and the coast
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