As far as He Chaozhi is concerned, there is only one person he wants to see or not, and there is no one he cannot see.
Liu De is a master of calligraphy. No matter how big his arrogance is, he can't be bigger than him, the Lord of Night City.
"No need."
Song Lan's beautiful brows furrowed without trace, and her voice was as cold as snow on the eaves.
"I can handle this matter myself. If I need help from others even for my own work, I might as well resign as soon as possible."
Defeating Shen Yingxue is only the first step.
In the future, she will take back KEO step by step, become the president, and help her father take revenge.
If she can't even do this little thing well, how can she talk about revenge?
But He Chaozhi won't know this now.
He Chaozhi looked at the energetic woman in front of him with interest, and suddenly realized that whenever she mentioned work, she seemed to be a different person.
Aloof, calm and charming, she has a different style in bed than usual.
"Maybe Shen Yingxue is waiting for you to resign now. I know Shen Yingxue. Do you think she will play fair with you?"
He Chaozhi played with the woman's delicate fingertips.
Song Lan's skin is white, as white as snow even in dark colors, it really looks good on him.
"She can find someone whenever she wants. What does that have to do with me?"
Song Lan tried to pull out his fingertips and pumped them a few times, but they didn't twitch.
He Chaozhi liked the way she occasionally resisted the thorns. When she struggled, he would hold on tighter.
"Are you sure you don't need my help? Just think about it, Liu De has a bad temper and won't accept either soft or hard advice. By the time Shen Yingxue interviews him, you won't even have time to cry."
Song Lan chuckled lightly.
A dark light flashed across her eyes, making her look indescribably coquettish.
"You also know that Liu De refuses to give in, so he may not be willing to give Shen Yingxue face. You can't tell who will cry and who will laugh. Mr. He, it is not in line with your character to rush to badmouth."
She leaned forward slightly and whispered in He Chaozhi's ear.
"After all, I am your one-of-a-kind bed partner. I know many things, far more than just serving you, Mr. He."
The woman's red lips brushed against her ear, and the fragrance overflowed.
He Chaozhi darkened his eyes and stretched out his hand to grab her, but Song Lan nimbly avoided it.
Song Lan stood a few steps away and waved to him.
"I still have to work, Mr. He, please go slowly without seeing me off."
After saying that, Song Lan turned around and left, his rippling steps quickly disappearing at the entrance of the alley.
There was only one spot of moonlight left, like the shadow of a woman, swaying and moving.
He Chaozhi clicked his tongue.
This Song Lan... is getting increasingly out of control.
But this is what's new about Song Lan.
The next day, Song Lan came to Liu De's studio with the interview script that he had prepared for one night.
Liu De is a famous calligraphy master in China, and his ink brush strokes are everywhere in his studio.
He looks wanton, free and easy, just like Liu De's proud temperament.
"Are you a reporter from KEO?"
Liu De stood in front of an ancient calligraphy table, with one hand behind his back and the other hand writing and splashing ink on the paper.
Liu De is nearly sixty years old and has a common problem among old-school artists: he loves elegance.
So Song Lan did what she liked today, wearing a Huqing cheongsam, a black knitted jacket draped over her shoulders, and her long hair tied up with a hosta, looking elegant and pure.
Her natural beauty is not inconsistent with Liu De's studio, which is full of simplicity.
This is also the reason why Liu De accepted her.
"Yes, Teacher Liu De. I am Song Lan, a reporter from KEO. This is my business card."
Song Lan said in a gentle tone, "We at KEO Magazine have long admired your name and look forward to cooperating with you in a special interview on Chinese style and ink painting to make your original intention of freehand calligraphy known to more people. You are busy first. I will wait here."
You are free."
After saying that, Song Lan stood aside knowingly.
Liu De raised his head and took a deep look at Song Lan.
"What a pity, why did you become a reporter?" He shook his head.
Liu De couldn't stand the reporter's sharp-tongued manner and his inquisitive manner.
"No matter what prejudice you have against reporters, Mr. Liu De, I come to see you out of respect for you." Song Lan leaned forward and said politely.
Liu De was not moved by her politeness.
Instead, he said coldly, "No matter how much you say, it's useless. Go back. I won't accept interviews from anyone."
Rejection is to be expected.
Song Lan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said to Liu De, "I will wait for you outside the door. If you are willing to be interviewed, please tell me immediately."
She didn't bother to stalk him, and walked out neatly.
Liu De couldn't help but raise his head and said something to her back.
"It's useless for you to wait outside until dark. I said I won't accept it, and I just won't accept it."
We have to wait until dark first, Song Lan thought.
As soon as Song Lan went out, she saw Shen Yingxue walking over with a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.
When she saw Song Lan coming out, Shen Yingxue knew that she had been rejected.
The pride on Shen Yingxue's face almost overflowed.
"Song Lan, Song Lan, didn't you threaten to defeat me, and now you were kicked out? Not everyone can afford the position of deputy director, and this is what you will end up with if you overestimate your capabilities."
She looked at the middle-aged man next to her, beaming as if she had already won an interview with Liu De.
"Do you know who this is? This is Mr. Lu, a big banker and the president of the Chinese Studies Research Association. You will definitely lose this time!"
Banker, president?
Song Lan listened calmly to this man's title and identity, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"Really? Then I wish you success."
Song Lan's eyes were calm, as if he was really blessing Shen Yingxue.
Shen Yingxue saw that Song Lan didn't talk back to her before, but actually blessed her, and walked into the studio with an expression on her face that she had seen a ghost.
Song Lan continued to wait outside the door.
Ten minutes later, Liu De's angry roar suddenly came from inside.
"Get out, get out - I don't care what your status is, who allowed you to bring people into my studio, are my words worthy of being tarnished by you, get out!!"
Although Liu De is old, he still has a lot of energy.
Song Lan raised her lips and saw Shen Yingxue and Mr. Lu being kicked out by Liu De as expected.
The two of them looked glamorous when they entered, but looked embarrassed when they came out.
The banker, Mr. Lu, turned red and shouted at Liu De, "Isn't it just that I know how to do calligraphy? What's so great about it? You just think you're arrogant!"
He turned to Shen Yingxue and said apologetically, "Sorry Miss Shen, I didn't know Liu De was so disrespectful. I've offered millions to buy his words, but he still refuses to be interviewed!"
Shen Yingxue smiled stiffly, "It's okay, Mr. Lu, I don't care."
How could she not care that the dignified eldest lady of the Shen family was kicked out by a bad old man!
Shen Yingxue was almost furious.
As soon as she raised her head, she met Song Lan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Song Lan had already guessed that they would be kicked out.
