Lin Zhaoxia was full of hope and sent him Mr. Shi's summary and biographies.
After waiting for a day, no reply.
He also sent the 50,000-word autobiography to Secretary Song. Soon Secretary Song relayed Mr. Huang's words.
Mr. Huang was very satisfied and said that when Lin Zhaoxia finished writing this autobiography, he would come to her for any planning projects the company had. Secretary Song sent Lin Zhaoxia a compressed file, saying that Mr. Huang trusted her and asked her to help select photos for the autobiography.
He also asked for Lin Zhaoxia's address and said that Mr. Huang would give Lin Zhaoxia some specialties.
Of course, Lin Zhaoxia was very happy to be recognized by Party A. The autobiography has been completed with 70,000 to 80,000 words. If there are no deletions, as long as I listen to his sharing a few more times, it will be completely finished and the balance will be paid.
Lin Zhaoxia helped select some photos to be used and sent them to Secretary Song.
The things Secretary Song asked the rider to deliver arrived in the afternoon.
A box of Zhoushan seafood, including hairtail, squid, and swimming crab, as well as several bags of duck tongue, a specialty of Wen City, some with soy sauce flavor and some with spicy flavor. He also gave her two bottles of foreign red wine.
Is this because she's afraid that she won't have wine to go with her duck tongue?
Lin Zhaoxia likes the duck tongue from Wen City very much. There is a classmate in her class who is from Wen City. She often rubs her duck tongue and eats it when she was in school. Pair it with wine and rice to watch TV dramas and eat it as a snack, it tastes delicious.
Lin Zhaoxia expressed her gratitude to Secretary Song on WeChat.
Feeling quite good. Party A's father can handle this.
I was thinking about steaming two crabs for dinner when I received a call from Zhang Lianqiu.
"It's a shame that you're not in Haishi. The sponsor's father gave me a lot of things today. It's too much to eat alone." Lin Zhaoxia showed Zhang Lianqiu what she had received.
Zhang Lianqiu let her show off with a smile. After a while, he said hesitantly: "Seeing that you are in a good mood, I feel relieved."
Lin Zhaoxia paused and said, "Is there any bad news?"
"Zhao Xia," Zhang Lianqiu said, fearing that she would be hit, "Although the market has been bad in the past two years, Mr. Shi is not the only one with business..."
Lin Zhaoxia's heart was up and down, "Mr. Shi, did you reject it?"
"Mr. Shi is still very satisfied with you. He is very satisfied with the synopsis and biographies you sent yesterday. However, the investors have other arrangements. Zhaoxia, don't be discouraged. I will help you pay attention to other things. There must be a better job than Mr. Shi."
Zhang Lianqiu felt that her sisters were fools. They didn't even sign a contract, so they gave them synopses and brief biographies. Her sisters did this all for her sake.
I feel very sorry. Try your best to understand Lin Zhaoxia.
Lin Zhaoxia was a little surprised. She wrote five outlines, and the other party was very satisfied. He also asked her to write synopses and character biographies, and also asked her to write episodes. Now, no more?
In order to wait for this job, she gave up interview opportunities at two companies.
"Toruka? Are you okay? It's not a big deal. Just find another job. There are plenty of them."
Lin Zhaoxia smiled at her: "Okay, just look for her again. I'm fine."
Zhang Lianqiu said something next, but she couldn't hear a single word. I hung up the phone and sat on the sofa for a long time.
Until hungry. When I entered the kitchen, I originally planned to steam only two swimming crabs and save four for tomorrow and the day after. Now I plan to eat them all.
Seafood will become stale after being stored for a long time, Lin Zhaoxia said to herself.
When the crabs were cooked, she did not cook any other dishes. She opened a bottle of red wine given by Mr. Huang and poured a glass. When you go out to socialize, you have to learn how to socialize. If you can't drink white wine, it is necessary to drink some red wine to exercise your drinking capacity.
Make your own reasons. Sit at the dining table and eat crabs while drinking red wine.
I stopped playing with my phone and just ate in silence. I finished six crabs in one go and drank two glasses of red wine.
After eating, I felt a little uncomfortable in my stomach, so I leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.
Tianshou Mountain.
All the buildings in the imperial mausoleum are shrouded in the night, shadowy. The palace was deserted and deserted. Cao Cuo had already ordered the palace officials not to approach the main hall and not to disturb His Highness the Seventh Prince.
The hall was empty and dark, and Zhao Guangyuan didn't even look at his phone. He sat alone, touching the black rubber band on his hand, lost in thought.
For six years, he lived like a dry well. Until he met Lin Zhaoxia.
Miss Lin was different from any other woman he had ever seen.
She was not coy or pretentious, and she disliked him at first, but she was actually very enthusiastic. She sent him to see a doctor in the middle of the night, cured him, and took him in again.
He had spoken to her more than he had in six years combined. Every time he saw her, he felt happy.
She made him feel like he wasn't a loser.
But now, he is clearly a useless person.
In the past few days, he could feel the surge of air around him, but he suppressed it. He was just a useless person...
Zhao Guangyuan touched the black rubber band on his hand, lost in thought.
Suddenly, Zhao Guangyuan stopped stroking and looked around.
Why?
Is it so late?
The last time she couldn't find a solution for a long time, it was because she was sick that she was able to get over it. Could it be that something happened to her again this time? Zhao Guangyuan was shocked, stood up hurriedly, and walked towards the direction of the surging air...
The next moment, Zhao Guangyuan appeared at Lin Zhaoxia's home, right in front of the sofa where she lay down.
"Zhao Xia? Miss Lin?" No response. Did something really happen?
Lin Zhaoxia's forehead was sweating, and she hummed unconsciously as if she felt something.
What's going on here? Zhao Guangyuan finally couldn't help it and put his hand to her forehead... Isn't it hot? But why do you sweat so much? Is it too hot?
But when he glanced into the hall, he saw that the cabinet air conditioner was still on, and the room was as cool as Tianshou Mountain in early autumn.
Zhao Guangyuan leaned over and called her twice more, but she still didn't wake up. Come closer, huh?
Smells of alcohol. Did she drink?
Zhao Guangyuan found a thin quilt to cover her, got up and searched in the room, and sure enough he saw a bottle of wine on the dining table. The bottle full of foreign languages made Zhao Guangyuan, who had only learned few modern words, a little frustrated.
But subconsciously I knew it was a bottle of wine.
I pulled off the cap of the bottle, looked at the glass next to it, poured some into it...it was actually wine!
The purple-red wine lay quietly in the transparent glass, gently rotating and swaying. The wine made beautiful arcs as he moved, and a transparent liquid adhered to the inside of the cup, forming small droplets of wine flowing downwards. .
There is such a wonderful wine in the world!
The drunkard's consciousness is ready to stir. Zhao Guangyuan couldn't wait to bring it to his mouth, raised his head slightly and took a sip, good wine!
He had never tasted such good wine!
Looking at the half bottle of red wine left on the table, I thought, take it for yourself.
He turned around and looked at Lin Zhaoxia on the sofa. Then he woke up from a dream and walked around the room again, then to the kitchen. Crab shell?
Just crab shells? That’s how many crabs we’ve eaten! So she skipped dinner and ate the wine instead?
Zhao Guangyuan shook his head, looked for medicine in Lin Zhaoxia's medicine box, poured a glass of water, and walked to Lin Zhaoxia.
"Miss Lin, you will feel better after taking the medicine." He held Lin Zhaoxia's head and said, "Yuan, I'm sorry." He fed her the medicine.
Then he sat on the floor in front of the sofa and looked at her quietly.
It wasn't until the phone beeped that I woke up from a dream. Zhao Guangyuan was afraid of disturbing Lin Zhaoxia, so he hurriedly picked it up and wanted to turn it off. When he saw that the screen was on, it was a WeChat message.
Han Yang: "Xia Xia, good night, sweet dreams."
Xia Xia? Han Yang? Who is Han Yang?
