Trafford’s Trading Club

640. Chapter 640 Chapter Hear

Chapter 640 Chapter Hear

A little Da Zhe is already starting to admire the 18. That is Da Zhe found that she could stare at it for more than an hour.

As for the 18 number, there is no such thing as blinking. If you need to stare at a so-called investor for such a long time, or even far more, then Da Zhe feels that Black Soul Envoy’s work is definitely one. A chore.

But then again, this person called Zhu Maolin is indeed like his subordinates in the heart, a workaholic.

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

“18 number, is this guest difficult to deal with?” Da Zhe couldn’t help but ask.

At this time, the 18 only slowly turned around and looked at Da Zhe, and then continued to move toward Zhu Maolin who was meeting at night, and did not say anything. Da Zhe had a boring look and had to look around.

In Da Zhe’s opinion, the 18 number is completely mysterious. But for the 18 number, she is just confused about something – this new master’s intention to approve this potential investor.

In fact, turning the time back to the road before she went back to Club, the man in front of him was just the 18 number, just passing by, feeling that the soul of this person is not bad, just do a good job. White card.

Zhu Maolin naturally can’t compare with the other investors she is looking for – although the other information cards of the several investors are not necessarily serious, but it is certain that the effort is more casual than before. Do a lot more.

The new master actually approves this and other investors who are more ordinary than the other… Is it a warning to my work attitude?

On the other hand, she has now observed that Zhu Maolin has had some time, but instead has a feeling of being unable to start. Not because of the lack of capacity, to deal with ordinary people, she has a long-standing experience with Black Soul Envoy. There are too many methods – but the problem is that there are too many methods, but I don’t know what method is better.

She also said to Da Zhe that Black Soul Envoy has its own preferences – obviously, Zhu Maolin is not the type she prefers.

Or maybe… because this time it is necessary to guide the relationship of the new Black Soul Envoy Da Zhe, so the new master will choose Brother Zhe. It looks more common and easy to start, just as a tutorial?

Even, this actually reveals a deeper meaning… new master doesn’t want Da Zhe to be influenced by my style?

Complicating a doubt is the most irrational thing – Black Soul #18 knows this. However, this is not a person after all, it is to be the one who dominates her.

The new master may just be pulled out and there is no more meaning…but what if there is?

Black Soul Envoy innate will have awe of the masters who can’t control themselves – they fear the people who own the throne of the store… more relevantly, this throne.

The 18 feels that she is caught in a strange circle of thinking. Reason tells her that this may be just a very simple business, but it is intuitively reminding her that it is not so simple.

She suddenly felt that her shoulders were photographed, and the body suddenly retreated after being atomized, and gathered back again one meter away.

I saw that Da Zhe’s arm was still in the air, quite a bit overwhelmed.

“What are you doing?” 18 asked coldly.

Da Zhe shook his head and said, “I want to ask you, do you want something to drink?”

He still had two bottles of green tea in his hand and explained: “When you saw that you were too serious, you walked away and bought it.”

“Black Soul doesn’t need to eat,” 18 said indifferently.

Da Zhe shrugged. “But there is also a taste like it? Don’t eat…not very pitiful? Ok…up to you, I put it here, you have to drink it yourself.”

“boring.” 18 opened his sleeve and continued to observe Zhu Maolin. “And, don’t touch me casually, this time. Even next time, Zhan Lu can’t keep you!”

The hostility warns the same tone, and the key pendant on the neck of Da Zhe snorted at this moment, as if he was quite dissatisfied with this provocation.

(Zhan Lu: Come on! Come hurt each other!)

So how long do you have to stare at people… Da Zhe leaned against the wall, yawned, and then aimed at Zhu Maolin, who was waving his pen on the projection screen, saw the ring on his ring finger and said: “This Guy, don’t go home and don’t call his wife…”

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“Just about about this.”

Near two in the morning, Zhu Maolin looked at all the employees in his group and said: “The candidate for the retake is finalized. Tboy, you will contact me tomorrow morning. It is best to let her go to the studio in the afternoon. Scripts, I am going to prepare… everyone is working hard, get off work.”

The city in the middle of the night is very quiet. Some people are dragging away from the tired figure. The others are going back to their seats. The stools are opened and the clothes are covered, so they are not willing to move.

Zhu Maolin looked at the time and drove away.

He kind of forgot to know when to start, and began to like such a quiet night, don’t worry about the traffic jam on the road, there is no glare. The city is in front of his eyes, as if he is still sleeping.

But he is still thinking about the script to make a small film tomorrow. At this time, he has only a vague prototype in his heart, and he has not been able to grasp the specific details.

Soon after, he parked his car in front of a convenience store in front of the park. I asked the staff to buy the nightingale earlier. He didn’t eat it. When he felt hungry, he solved it directly in the convenience store.

Finally he bought a pack of cigarettes, and then returned a car with a bottle of coffee.

Smoke is smoking, and the car audio is played by Scarborough-Fair.

He slowly closed his eyes and his thoughts began to empty, as if he had been banished to the Bayinbulak grassland, where he was born.

Ding–!

The reminder tone 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 took a look.

Wife: Still working overtime?

Zhu Maolin: Still not sleeping?

Wife: Thirsty to drink water, see you did not return.

Zhu Maolin: Um. There is a make up shot tomorrow, still in the company, you should rest first.

Wife: Yes.

Zhu Maolin: Good night.

Goodnight, wife.

Zhu Maolin sighed, and the smell of coffee gave him a little spirit. He opened the laptop, rested on his legs, opened the document, and began writing his script in the heart.

– Are you going to the Scarborough Fair?

– coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme…

This is the only voice that accompanied him.

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good night.

– Ask her to find an acre of land for me.

– coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme

– just between the sea and the coast

This is also the only sound that accompanied her to sleep… in this double bed.

(End of this chapter)