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Mr. Chou
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He has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, the kind of character that makes a woman's eyes light up at first sight. Of course, that's not all. He travels to various countries, speaks four languages fluently, has extraordinary eloquence, and a refined temperament. He is a handsome and noble gentleman. He is a seasoned player in the business world. He is Mr. Chou.
It was a weekend before the New Year, and it was my first time representing the entire publishing house to negotiate cooperation with overseas Chinese. The chief editor sent me to discuss the book planning activities for the next quarter with him, to put it bluntly, to find him and secure sponsorship. I went for the money, and he came for me. The two of us, greedy and lustful, are both upright individuals.
The time was around 2:30 in the afternoon, at the Qianqian Cafe on Lin Fenglu. I arrived earlier than usual, as I needed to show proper respect when seeking a favor from someone. Despite being someone full of romantic ideals, I always present myself as a shrewd individual in his presence. Women always tend to become more assertive in front of the men they admire.
As the clock struck half past two, the cafe was unusually quiet. At that moment, a man dressed in a black leather jacket and wearing black sunglasses walked straight up to me. It was him, Mr. Chou. I quickly stood up, and he gestured for me to sit down. Despite being an admirer, I still held a deep respect for him. A young girl from the literary academy, sitting in front of a successful local entrepreneur, no amount of pride could overcome the test of experience.
"Hello, Mr. Chou, I am the editor Lin Qianxi from Today Publishing. The last reader meeting was very successful, and the chief editor asked me to thank you. Here are the new book and some small gifts," I handed him the things, and he took the book and gifts with a smile, looking at me.
"Why are you smiling?" For the first time, I felt nervous being looked at by a man. I unconsciously pushed my glasses up with my finger.
"Miss Lin, your name doesn't match your personality," he said as he looked down at the gift, easing the tense atmosphere.
This is a challenging question.
"Why don't you look like it? I'm all ears." I refused to be outdone and planned to come out on top.
" Qianxi, quite mischievous. You are just like the phrase 'as gentle as a chrysanthemum.'"
It turned out that he was praising me, and my face was a little rosy. I looked at him shyly, but he sat there steadily, like a child, earnestly looking at me.
"Chou, Mr. Chou, let's talk about the cooperation!"
"No problem," he said as he gently placed the gift on the table, clasped his hands together, and immediately assumed a posture ready to negotiate business.
I couldn't help but admire in my heart. Just a moment ago, he was all smiles and laughter, but his role changed so quickly. His thinking followed the rhythm without being disrupted by it. This person is not simple!
We talked for twenty minutes. From topic selection to publication, he seemed to know more than me. Many times, I wanted to take notes of what he said.
"Okay, I'll do as you say. Send me the details by email," he said as he got up. I quickly handed him the gift, and he politely accepted it, smiling at me again.
"The scarf you're wearing today is nice. Thank you for the gift," before I could react, he hurriedly disappeared into the distance. I stood there with my mouth wide open, wondering if I had succeeded. Did I just get lucky, effortlessly securing a million sponsorship for the publishing house? Is he just foolish with money, or did I speak eloquently? I can explain this well to the chief editor when I go back this time. As I stood up, I suddenly felt refreshed, and at that moment, large snowflakes began to fall outside.
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