Chuxue looked sad: "But I usually have endless work to do and endless reports..."
Zhou Jinru did not give up any opportunity: "That is the job of the Saint of Kalan. There is only one girl named Enya here."
"Doctor, what's your script?" Chuxue's eyes lit up. Maybe after escaping from Kjerag, she would have a chance to be herself.
"Hamlet."
Zhou Jinru had previously written Shakespeare's classic drama in his spare time. Although the original work had a tragic core, he could now transform it into a standard prince's revenge.
The king died in a well-arranged "accident". The prince who was studying abroad heard that his father had died, left a will, and passed the throne to his uncle. He secretly returned to the country and witnessed the death of his mother. In order to protect his younger brothers and sisters, he An army was organized from abroad, and they invaded the kingdom with overwhelming force. Finally, they came to the city, and the uncle and nephew killed each other. The truth turned out to be...
Chuxue stopped abruptly when she saw this. She felt a sense of déjà vu, and her expression was a little ugly. In her eyes, the script was obviously a beautification of silver gray. She was indeed the ally that the man said. They were like each other and colluded with each other!
And it’s not finished yet!
"Where's the back?"
She raised her head with frost on her face, but saw Zhou Jinru raising his hands and shouting in an unusually pitched aria: "To survive or not to perish, that is the question!"
There seems to be this line.
Chuxue turned back a few pages and finally discovered that this sentence came from the night after the death of Wang Zimu's mother. On the night when she decided to resist, she asked herself alone, and finally made up her mind to fight back to the kingdom and get back what belongs to her.
"So can you use some of your precious time to draw some illustrations for this story? It will be trial-released in Longmen. If the effect is good, it may be translated into multiple languages and printed in large quantities. The royalties are easy to say. I won't let Miss Enya All your hard work was in vain.”
Chuxue frowned in distress. From the bottom of her heart, she was unwilling to do anything to beautify the silver gray, but if she just drew some illustrations, there should be no problem, right?
And it’s not work. If you want to draw, you can draw. If you don’t want to draw, just put it aside.
It seems feasible.
"I have a request. You can't rush the manuscript. Art needs to be brewed and the right emotions are needed to find inspiration."
Zhou Jinru raised his hands in approval. Originally, the Prince's Revenge was sitting on the bookshelf gathering dust. Now he took it out just to stop Chu Xue from being so decadent, lest the warlord thought that his ally had done something strange to his sister, causing a The hard-working saint turned into a decadent young woman after arriving in Rhode Island.
How could he have any intention of urging the manuscript?
For more than a year, Yin Hui has been committed to integrating Xierag's internal strength without leaving his homeland. Therefore, now Xierag has completely become his private kingdom. Even if Yin Hui is crowned one day, Zhou Jinru will not It feels strange.
On the third day after the first snow came to Rhode Island and New Year's Eve, the Rhode Island land speeder finally completed all preparations before setting sail.
Zhou Jinru stood on the deck, and Amiya followed him. They looked into the distance and relaxed their eyes that were sore from reading reports for a long time.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Zhou Jinru moved his limbs and asked in a low voice: "Why are there no frigates around our Rhode Island?"
Amiya glared at him angrily: "Of course it's because of poverty. We in Rhode Island have just gone through a cold winter period that lasted for more than a year. Even the fuel filled in the main ship has to be saved. How can we have resources? Supplying frigates? There were originally some frigates, but now they are all stored in Victoria’s Freeport, and they have to pay a high maintenance fee every quarter!”
Bai asked, but still shot himself in the foot.
Zhou Jinru shut up decisively. He didn't expect that the problem was actually him, and he was embarrassed.
In the afternoon, Noire was already waiting for him in the physical training room.
They have been doing some basic fighting training here these days. Since Zhou Jinru has a good foundation, he can get into the state quickly and learn in a decent way. Although he cannot withstand the beating of the masters, he can at least show it as a showman. .
"The doctor only needs to direct the battle from the rear. Under the protection of so many operators, the enemy can rush in front, so no matter how good his skills are, it will be of no use."
Heijiao corrected Zhou Jinru's mistakes and persuaded him not to work so hard.
"This is not possible. What if an enemy's special agent sneaks into Rhode Island and the operators fail to discover it in time? Then wouldn't I become meat on the chopping board and be slaughtered by others?"
Zhou Jinru believed that it was always right to be cautious, but Heijiao's next words almost made him fall.
"That's right, so doctor, can I get a salary increase now?"
Increase, increase wages?
"Why? I did pay a training fee, or is it that the salary of D-class operators is very low now? It's not low. I looked at the files and it's rising every year."
Heijiao spread his hands helplessly: "But compared to the year before the doctor left, our salary increase was not as good as the year before. Everyone in the company can tolerate it in difficult times. Now that the situation has reversed, the reduced employee benefits should at least be increased. Bar?"
Zhou Jinru nodded thoughtfully: "Are many employees saying this?"
"There may be some, I don't know very well."
"Okay, I will arrange this later, you don't have to worry."
Zhou Jinru responded. He wanted to conduct an internal employee survey in Rhode Island after the year, using an anonymous questionnaire.
I hope there won’t be any purely self-indulgent questionnaire responses like saying that going out on combat missions is too easy.
Back in the office, Zhou Jinru first read two reports, both of which were investigation reports on the recent large-scale loss of people in the infected community in Syracuse. However, the rulers of Syracuse Mobile City did not seem to care about the large-scale transfer of infected people.
“What does Colombia need so many people for?”
Zhou Jinru signed the end of the report and put it on the table to be handed over to Dr. Kelsi. He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be another person here. Chuxue had been busy for three days. I don’t know if he had made any progress in the illustration. It didn’t matter if he hadn’t. It's just to find something for her to do.
Tiptoeing to the bookcase, this area has become her workshop. Zhou Jinru was a little touched when he saw the Holy Lady holding a pencil and drawing seriously. Chuxue also worked consciously, and Yinhui should be surprised when she saw this scene. Very happy?
"Oh, doctor, you're here. I drew a few illustrations. Take a look."
Chuxue glanced at Zhou Jinru and handed him some papers on the edge of the desk.
Zhou Jinru flipped through two pages casually, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. His expression changed several times: "Why is this happening?!"
