There is one thing that Dazhe has begun to admire No. 18. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info is that Dae-cheol found that she could stare motionless for more than an hour.

As for whether the 18th blinked or not, it is unknown - if it takes so long to stare at a so-called gold master, and maybe even far more, then Dazhe feels that the work of the Black Soul Emissary is definitely a chore.

But then again, this man named Zhu Maolin is indeed like what his subordinates think in their hearts, a workaholic.

Such a person is probably the favorite general of the company boss, right? It's just that the company's boss likes it, but it doesn't mean that the people below will like it.

"No. 18, is this guest difficult to deal with?" Dazhe finally couldn't help but ask.

On the 18th, he just slowly turned his head at this time, glanced at Dazhe, and continued to look at Zhu Maolin, who had been meeting overnight, without making a sound. Dazhe was bored, so he had to look around.

In Dazhe's view, No. 18 is completely mysterious...... But for the 18th, she was just confused about something - the intention of the potential owner approved by the new owner this time.

In fact, turning back the time to the way before she went back to the club, the man in front of her was just No. 18 casually, but he happened to pass by, and he felt that this person's soul power was not bad, so he made a white card too.

Zhu Maolin naturally couldn't compare with the other financiers she was looking for - although the other few financiers' data cards were not necessarily very serious, but it was certain that the effort was much more than what the one in front of her was doing casually.

The new owner actually approved this and other more ordinary gold owners...... Is it a warning to my attitude towards work?

On the other hand, she had been observing Zhu Maolin for some time now, but she had a feeling that she didn't know what to do. It's not because of her lack of ability to deal with ordinary people, there are too many ways for a dark soul emissary like her to have a long history of seniority - but the problem is that there are too many methods, and she doesn't know which method is better.

She had also told Dazhe that the Black Soul Emissary had her own preferences - apparently, Zhu Maolin was not her preferred type.

Or is it ...... Because this time it is necessary to guide the relationship between the new Black Soul Messenger Dazhe, so the new master will choose Brother Zhe who seems to be more ordinary and easy to start, just as a tutorial?

Even, in fact, there is a deeper meaning in this...... The new owner doesn't want Dazhe to be influenced by my style or something?

Complicating a suspicion is the most irrational thing to do - and Black Soul 18 knows this. However, after all, this is not someone else, but the one who is her master.

The new owner may just pull it out and have no more meaning...... But what if there is?

Dark Soul Emissaries are inherently in awe of their masters, which they can't control—they are in awe of those who hold the shopkeeper's throne...... More appropriately, it's this throne.

Number 18 felt that she was caught in a strange circle of thinking, and reason told her that it might just be a simple business, but her intuition reminded her that it was not that simple.

She suddenly felt a tap on her shoulder, and her body suddenly atomized and retreated, gathering back again a meter away.

I saw that Dazhe's arm was still raised in mid-air, and he looked a little at a loss.

"What are you doing?" said 18 coldly.

Dazhe shook his head and said, "I just want to ask you, do you want to drink something?"

He still had 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 souls don't need to eat. No. 18 said indifferently.

Dazhe shrugged, "But there is also a sense of taste or something, right......? Isn't that pathetic? Okay...... Whatever you want, I'll put it here, if you want to drink, take it yourself. ”

"Boring. No. 18 threw off his sleeves and continued to observe Zhu Maolin, "Also, don't touch me casually in the future, forget it this time." Next time, Zhan Lu won't be able to protect you!"

With a malicious warning-like tone, the key pendant around Dazhe's neck buzzed at this time, as if he was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.

(Zhan Lu: Come on, let's hurt each other!)

So how long are you going to keep an eye on people...... Dazhe leaned against the wall, yawned, and then glanced at Zhu Maolin, who was waving his pen on the projection screen, saw the ring on his ring finger, and muttered: "This guy, if you don't go home, you won't call your wife......"

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"So be it. ”

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his group and said, "The candidates for the make-up have been finalized." Tboy, you're going to get in touch early tomorrow morning, and it's best to get her on the set in the afternoon. I'll prepare the script...... Everyone's worked hard, let's get off work. ”

The city was very quiet in the middle of the night, some dragged the tired figure away, others returned to their seats, the stools were pulled apart, and the clothes were covered, and they did not want to move.

Zhu Maolin looked at the time and drove away.

He had forgotten a little that he didn't know when he started, and he began to enjoy such a quiet evening, without worrying about the traffic jams on the road and the glare of the sun. The city seemed to be asleep before his eyes.

But he is still thinking about the script of the small film to be made tomorrow, and at this time there is only a vague prototype in his mind, and he has not been able to grasp the specific details thoroughly.

Soon after, he parked his car in front of a convenience store in front of the park. Earlier, he asked the employee to buy a supper and came back, but he didn't eat it, and now he felt hungry, so he solved it directly in the convenience store.

Eventually, he bought a pack of cigarettes, then asked for a bottle of coffee and went back to his car.

Smoking a cigarette, the car stereo plays "Scarborough-Fair".

He slowly closed his eyes, and his mind began to empty as if he had been banished to the Bayingbrook Meadows, where he had been born.

Ding--!

The reminder sound of the text message on the mobile phone suddenly pulled Zhu Maolin's thoughts from the vast grassland back to the mobile phone in the car in front of the park, and he glanced at it.

Wife: Still working overtime?

Zhu Maolin: Haven't slept yet?

Wife: I was thirsty and drank water, but I saw that you didn't come back.

Zhu Maolin: Hmm. There's a make-up tomorrow, and you're still in the company, so you can rest first.

Wife: yes.

Zhu Maolin: Good night.

Wife: Good night.

Zhu Maolin sighed, the slightly astringent taste of the coffee brought him a little energy. He opened his laptop, rested it on his lap, opened the document, and began to write the script in his mind.

――Are you heading to Scarborough Market?

- Coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme......

This is the only voice that accompanies him.

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Good night.

- Ask her to find me an acre of land

- Coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme

-- Between the sea and the coast

This is also the only voice that accompanies her to sleep...... In this double bed.