"Sing Tao Daily", in the president's office---

When Su Dingxian walked into the room, he saw Zhuang Wenjie sitting behind the boss's desk at a glance.

Zhuang Wenjie turned his back to him and was looking at the outside world through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhuang Wenjie said without looking back, "Hong Kong is developing so fast. Two years ago, there was only an old building opposite. Now a new building is rising from the ground--I really don't like this new building. It's too high, and I always want to look up to it..."

Su Dingxian smiled and said, "There will be a day when a new building becomes an old building, and people will always get old. As for height, the higher your heart, the higher your vision... Why care about other people's eyes?"

Zhuang Wenjie smiled, turned the boss's chair, turned around casually, then put one hand on the armrest of the chair, held his cheek, looked at Su Dingxian with his eyes squinted, and said, "You are Su Dingxian? Not bad, you are very handsome!"

Su Dingxian smiled: "Are you Mr. Zhuang?"

"Which Mr. Zhuang is you are asking? If you are asking Mr. Zhuang Shikai, the president of Zhuang Group, you are embarrassed, he is not here; if you are asking Mr. Zhuang Wenjie, the president of Sing Tao Daily, then I am!" Zhuang Wenjie pointed to his nose with a playful look on his face.

Su Dingxian shrugged: "It doesn't matter, you all have the surname Zhuang! The most important thing is that you are sitting in this office now, so I'm looking for you!"

Zhuang Wenjie slapped the table and laughed: "Good words! Whoever sits in this seat will make the decision!" Then he picked up the black pen and asked Su Dingxian: "Do you know Jin Yong?"

Su Dingxian: "How many people in Hong Kong don't know him?"

Zhuang Wenjie smiled, "It seems that I have something wrong with asking---You are very familiar with Jin Yong?"

"I'm not familiar with it." Su Dingxian replied very simply. "To be precise, it's not about relatives or not."

Zhuang Wenjie smiled and hit the table with a pen: "Since that's the case, why do you have his pen?"

Su Dingxian: "Stolen."

Zhuang Wenjie: “…?!”

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes were surprised, "Did I hear it wrong?"

Su Dingxian said: "You heard it right--I stolen this pen from Jin Yong."

Zhuang Wenjie smiled: "So you are a thief..."

Su Dingxian: "Just stealing a pen, you're just an elegant thief." His tone was light.

Zhuang Wenjie was a little stunned, then smiled even harder, and opened the folding fan, and saw that the word "Feng Ya" was written on it.

"I always thought I was shameless enough to write such words on the folding fan--but today I realized that you are sharper than me!"

When Su Dingxian faced the ridicule, he looked calm and said, "I feel ashamed of Mr. Zhuang's praise for such a praising!"

Zhuang Wenjie: “…?!”

"Pu" closed the folding fan and pointed at Su Dingxian. He wanted to say something, but couldn't say it. After a long time, he pointed at Su Dingxian and said, "I----appreciate you!"

"But I'm very curious, why did you steal this pen?" Soon, Zhuang Wenjie turned the topic again.

"Mr. Zhuang, you are so smart, you should guess... If you didn't have this pen, would you meet me?"

Zhuang Wenjie stood up from the boss's chair, walked to Su Dingxian, squinted his eyes and looked at Su Dingxian carefully, shook his head and said, "Although you are very handsome, I usually only see two kinds of people, one is a beauty, and the other is a person who sang a good song - of course I won't see anyone like you!"

Su Dingxian shrugged: "So, I have to be a thief!"

Zhuang Wenjie laughed: "Good words!" Then he pointed to the sofa next to him: "Please sit down!"

Su Dingxian was not polite, so he sat down directly, not shy or reserved at all.

Zhuang Wenjie stood up instead, looked down at Su Dingxian and said, "Tell me, what's wrong with you coming to see me?"

"Two things, first, I want to ask if your newspaper wants someone else. Second, I want to contribute..."

“Submission? You can write?”

“Average.”

"Take it a look."

Su Dingxian took out the manuscript of "Broken Void" and handed it to Zhuang Wenjie.

In Su Dingxian's opinion, his article is remarkable. Even if Zhuang Wenjie doesn't feel shocked after reading it, his eyes should be lit, then he will smile and sign a contract with him happily.

But---

The reality is that Zhuang Wenjie just took a few simple glances and threw the manuscript that Su Dingxian had worked hard onto the table, saying, "This kind of thing needs to be read slowly--but you are very smart. You know that you have taken the manuscript and let me read it directly. How to replace it with normal submissions? You can't think of results in less than ten days or half a month."

Immediately, Zhuang Wenjie took Su Dingxian's resume and looked at it, saying, "You said you want to apply for a job at our newspaper? But what should I do? Our newspaper is not short of people now---" He handed the resume back and looked at Su Dingxian with a playful look.

Su Dingxian: “…”

He then stood up and smiled and said, "I'm so sorry, I'm disturbing you!" His posture was still neither humble nor arrogant.

Zhuang Wenjie has been paying attention to Su Dingxian's emotional changes. Seeing him like this, he said again: "But you worked hard to see me and left like this, and I couldn't bear it. I just said that I like two kinds of people the most, one is a beauty, and the other is knowing how to sing small songs..."

"Sorry, Mr. Zhuang, I don't know how to sing the songs. Even if I understand, I won't sing it to you!" Su Dingxian smiled on his face, but his tone was very cold.

Zhuang Wenjie didn't expect Su Dingxian to be so tough, and laughed and said, "Have I ever told you to sing it to me? What I mean is whether you have time tonight? If possible, accompany me to the Lichi Theater to listen to the opera! It's okay to listen to the opera, but there are many famous artists in the Pear Garden there. Even if you have money tonight, you can't buy tickets!"

Su Dingxian frowned: "A person with a status like Mr. Zhuang, you should not be short of people..."

"I just said that I admire you! Well, this is a good opportunity. Maybe we can become friends--if we really become friends, don't say you are going to work in a newspaper, even if you arrange you to another company, it would be a big deal for me..."

Su Dingxian stared at Zhuang Wenjie's eyes, as if guessing what tricks he was playing.

Zhuang Wenjie looked back at Su Dingxian with a frank look and continued, "I read your resume just now. You have no education or experience, so it is difficult to apply for a job anywhere! Now the whole Hong Kong people are in trouble, especially jobs like newspapers that are both decent and high-paying, which are even more difficult to find - you have to think clearly!"

Su Dingxian smiled: "Since Mr. Zhuang invited me to watch a free show, why wouldn't I go?"

"Hey, this is what you said, we'll make up for it! See you at 8 o'clock tonight!" Zhuang Wenjie said happily, his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of cunning.

Su Dingxian nodded.

After talking about these ---

Just as Su Dingxian turned around and was about to leave, Zhuang Wenjie called him behind him and said, "Axian, you forgot your stuff--"

Su Dingxian felt awkward to Zhuang Wenjie calling himself "Axian". To be precise, this title is full of conspiracy.

Su Dingxian turned his head, but saw Zhuang Wenjie waved the black pen engraved with the words Jin Yong at him.

Su Dingxian smiled slightly: "Master Zhuang knows Mr. Cha?"

"Of course I know him, and I am also a fan of his book."

"That's best, you give him this pen for me."

Zhuang Wenjie: “…?!”

I was about to say: "Why did you ask me to pay it back? It wasn't my stolen!"

But he saw that Su Dingxian had already turned around and left.
Chapter completed!