Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 641 Hear
For one thing, Da Zhe has already begun to admire No. 18.That's when Da Zhe discovered that she could stare at her without moving for more than an hour.

As for whether No. 18 has blinked or not, it is unknown-if it takes such a long time to stare at a so-called benefactor, and it may even be far more than that, then Dazhe thinks that the job of the black soul envoy is definitely A chore.

But having said that, this person named Zhu Maolin is indeed just as his subordinates think, a workaholic.

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

"On the 18th, is this guest difficult to deal with?" Dazhe couldn't help asking after all.

At this time, No. 18 just turned his head slowly, glanced at Dazhe, and then continued to look at Zhu Maolin who was in the meeting overnight, without making a sound.Dazhe was bored, so he had to look around.

From Dazhe's point of view, No. 18 is completely mysterious...but to No. 18, she is just confused about something—the intention of this potential donor 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 random on the 18th, just passing by, and felt that the power of the soul of this man was not bad, so I made a picture White card.

Naturally, Zhu Maolin couldn't compare with the other donors she was looking for - although the data cards of the other donors may not be very serious, but what is certain is that it took more effort than the one in front of her. It's a lot more to do casually.

The new owner actually approved this benefactor who is more ordinary compared to other... Is it a warning to my work attitude?
On the other hand, she has observed Zhu Maolin for some time now, but she feels that she has no way to start.It's not because of lack of ability. To deal with ordinary people, a black soul messenger like her with a long history has too many methods-but the problem is that there are too many methods, but I don't know which method is better.

She also told Da Zhe that the black soul messenger has her own preferences - obviously, Zhu Maolin is not her preferred type.

Or... because this time it is necessary to guide the new black soul envoy Dazhe, so the new owner will choose Brother Zhe who looks more ordinary and easier to start, just as a tutorial?
Even, this actually reveals a deeper meaning... The new owner doesn't want Dazhe to be influenced by my style?

It is the most irrational thing to complicate a doubt - Black Soul 18 knows this very well.However, after all, this is not someone else, but the one who acts as her master.

Maybe the new owner just took it out casually and didn't have any more intentions... But what if there is?

Black soul messengers are born with awe that they can't control for their masters—they fear the person who owns the throne of the shopkeeper... More precisely, it is this throne.

No. 18 felt that she had fallen into a strange circle of thinking. Reason told her that this might be a very simple business, but her intuition reminded her that it was not that simple.

But she suddenly felt a pat on the shoulder, her body suddenly mist, then retreated, and came back together again one meter away.

I saw Da Zhe's arm was still raised in the air, and he looked quite at a loss.

"What are you doing?" Number 18 asked coldly.

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

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."

"The black soul doesn't need to eat." No. 18 said indifferently.

Da Zhe shrugged, "But there is still a sense of taste, right? If you don't eat... isn't it very pitiful? Well... Whatever you want, I put it here, if you want to drink, you can 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, let's forget it this time. Next time, Zhanlu won't be able to keep you!"

With a tone like a malicious warning, the key pendant on Da Zhe's neck buzzed at this moment, as if he was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.

(Zhanlu: Come on! Let’s hurt each other!)

So how long do you have to stare at him... Dazhe leaned against the wall, yawned, 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 he doesn't go home, he won't call his wife..."

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"So be it."

It was almost two in the morning when Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his team and said: "The candidate for the reshoot has been finalized. Tboy, you can contact her early in the morning, and it is best to let her come to the set in the afternoon. According to the script , I will prepare... Everyone has worked hard, let's get off work."

The city was very quiet in the middle of the night. Some people left with tired figures, while others returned to their seats. The stools were pulled away, and the clothes were covered, and they refused to move.

Zhu Maolin looked at the time, then drove away.

He kind of forgot that he didn't know when he started to like such a quiet night, without worrying about traffic jams on the road and no glare of the sun.The city seemed to be falling asleep before his eyes.

But he is still thinking about the script for the supplementary film tomorrow, and he only has a vague prototype in his mind at this time, and he hasn't 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 staff to buy supper, but he didn't eat it. Now he felt hungry, so he went straight to the convenience store.

In the end he bought a pack of cigarettes, asked for a bottle of coffee, and returned to his car.

Smoking, the car stereo playing "Scarborough-Fair."

He slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts began to empty, as if he had been exiled to the Bayinbulak Grassland, which was the place where he was born.

Ding--!
The reminder tone of the text message on the mobile phone 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'm thirsty to drink water, but you didn't come back.

Zhu Maolin: Yes.There is a make-up shoot tomorrow, and I'm still at work, so you should rest first.

Wife: Yes.

Zhu Maolin: Good night.

Goodnight, wife.

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

—Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

- Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...

This was the only voice that accompanied him.

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good night.

— Ask her to find an acre of land for me
- Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

- right between the sea and the shore
This is also the only sound that accompanied her to sleep...on this double bed.

(End of this chapter)