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Zhong Kui's Diary
In the Marketing Department of Rui Company, Zhang Rui, Chen Shan, and others looked at the two people standing in the middle of the office with strange expressions. I was one of them.
"Hello everyone, I am the new copywriter Jiang Ziyu. Please take care of me," said a middle-aged man next to me, wearing resin glasses, with a faint smile on his face, and his hair and shirt meticulously arranged. He was looking at everyone in the Marketing Department with a cheerful demeanor.
Since the last incident, Yun Zhihan had left Rui Company, and Tang Zian generously returned his shares to Sha Zhiyuan. Without Yun Zhihan's support, Zhu Liancheng and Ren Zhiming naturally fell silent and even came to congratulate Sha Zhiyuan on his return to the upper echelons of Star City's business world. In terms of role transitions, they were far beyond many first-tier domestic celebrities.
Because of this, Ren Feiyu and Zhu Qi found no reason to stay at Rui Company. The positions previously held by Zhao Donghai (Yun Zhihan) and Zhu Qi were now vacant. Xiao Lin was somewhat lucky; after a trip to the talent market, he recruited a beautiful copywriter. As for the remaining copywriter and Graphic Designer positions, suitable candidates had yet to be found.
In this context, I greeted Sha Zhiyuan and Xiao Lin and happily reported for duty at Rui Company's Marketing Department with Jiang Ziyu. I was still doing graphic design while Jiang Ziyu would handle copywriting.
Xiao Lin was surprised by my return to the company and asked why. I simply said I came to learn something, and they didn't ask further. Come on, did they think I brought Jiang Ziyu in just to flirt with her?
I glanced at a copywriter who had been there longer than us; her name was Luo Xiaoyue, a quiet girl like an orchid in an empty valley.
Jiang Ziyu's appearance was carefully designed. Fatty specifically sought out an expert known as "the number one womanizer in Star City," Zhang Changfa, who claimed he could charm anyone. He developed a series of strategic guidelines tailored for Xiao Lin, covering everything from appearance and attire to social interactions.
As for why we hired an expert to train Jiang Ziyu, it was because Fatty's recent misfortunes continued, so we planned to cut through the chaos quickly and fulfill Jiang Ziyu's wishes to learn about the Cursed God.
Surprisingly, although Zhang Changfa's name didn't sound impressive, his insights into dating left us dumbfounded.
For instance, regarding appearance, Fatty and I thought we should make Jiang Ziyu look like a sunny young man. The saying goes that mature women prefer strong men; it's written everywhere. But Zhang Changfa firmly disagreed: "Mature women preferring strong men refers purely to physiological needs. You are looking to date now; someone like Xiao Lin will definitely not date someone her age."
Of course, we cited several examples of May-December romances as counterarguments. Zhang Changfa scoffed: "Such relationships do exist but are built on long-term subtle influences. If you want to pursue a Director-level beauty in a short time frame, playing the May-December romance is absolutely impossible. Besides, those relationships usually end in breakups anyway."
Thinking about it made sense; we awkwardly decided to change Jiang Ziyu according to Zhang Changfa's requirements: clean-cut, mature, humorous, wise, and financially stable.
I secretly glanced at Xiao Lin and noticed that her gaze toward Jiang Ziyu wasn't particularly enthusiastic; instead, Luo Xiaoyue seemed quite interested in Jiang Ziyu. My heart couldn't help but feel anxious—was this plan reliable?
As before, Xiao Lin smiled and announced that there would be a welcome dinner for newcomers tonight; each person would contribute fifty while she would cover the rest.
After getting familiar with everyone around me and finding a seat, my first task was to contact my personal designer. The colleagues from other departments were unaware that I was looking for a ghostwriter; Zhu Qi only knew I was here for ghostwriting purposes and hadn't disclosed my intention to hire someone for design work.
Should we find a few people to play the hero and save the beauty? I sent a text message to Zhang Changfa about this question. After a while, Zhang Changfa replied, "Ordinary hero saves beauty scenarios are easily seen through. We must create a dark and terrifying situation to let them be alone together. Only after experiencing danger together can their feelings heat up quickly."
Damn, playing tricks? Isn't that my specialty? Besides, Jiang Ziyu is a Demon herself; there's no need for pretense, the effect will definitely be there. Around noon, I created a WeChat group and added all the relevant people. After discussing for a while in the group, with Zhang Changfa's overall planning and my continuous input with Fatty, we came up with a rough plan. We just needed to execute it tonight.
That evening, the department's dinner was held at a KTV with a buffet, and we booked a Private Room equipped with a Mahjong table. We had a full evening of eating, drinking, singing, and playing Mahjong.
This time I was prepared; I took out over ten thousand yuan in cash and gave half to Jiang Ziyu. However, I suddenly remembered something: did I return Zhu Qi's four thousand yuan or not?
After one round of Mahjong and drinks, the atmosphere quickly became lively, especially Chen Shan, who was almost flying around the room. She threw Mahjong tiles and grabbed the microphone to sing, even stopping mid-song to toast with others... As for me, relying on my decent alcohol tolerance, I kept encouraging everyone to drink, especially Xiao Lin. Whenever she got off the Mahjong table, I made sure she was thoroughly intoxicated. By the end of the night, she was so tipsy that she didn't even want to discard her winning tiles but instead played her drawn tiles.
Around one in the morning, everyone was already quite drunk, including me; I felt a bit dizzy.
Well, it's about time to make a move.
I exchanged glances with Jiang Ziyu. Damn it, Jiang Ziyu seemed drunk too; she didn't notice my signal at all. I pulled her aside and said through gritted teeth, "Did you not see my signal? It's time to act."
Jiang Ziyu looked surprised for a moment: "Sorry, your look was too subtle; I really didn't notice. Haha, okay, I'll go get ready now."
With that, Jiang Ziyu approached the Mahjong table pretending to watch Xiao Lin play. Currently sitting at the table were Xiao Lin, Luo Xiaoyue, Zhang Rui, and Liao Yongqi. Jiang Ziyu positioned herself between Xiao Lin and Luo Xiaoyue while Chen Shan was singing. I held a Beer Bottle and spun it around aimlessly.
Feeling that it was about time, I sent Fatty a message instructing him to create some kind of malfunction at the Power Supply switch that would take some time to fix.
Just as I sent the message, someone suddenly pushed open the door with a bang. Looking closely, it was Zhu Qi! She stood at the door in a drunken haze holding a can of beer and laughed broadly: "Haha! So it's you guys! This... this is really... quite a coincidence to run into old colleagues here..."
Edge stumbled in and bumped into Xiao Lin: "Boss! I... I'm so happy to see you again! Let's have a drink!"
Xiao Lin also seemed tipsy; she swayed as she stood up and grabbed her drink to toast Zhu Qi. Unexpectedly, Zhu Qi lost her balance and fell right onto Xiao Lin. Luo Xiaoyue hurriedly stood up beside them...
At that moment, there was a sudden power outage; darkness enveloped us instantly causing everyone to freeze for a moment before screams erupted—not only from our private room but also faintly from other rooms.
I shouted loudly: "Don't panic! Smokers take out your lighters; female colleagues turn on your phone flashlights!"
Immediately, I pretended to shout, "Oh no, my lighter is missing."
Chen Shan and Zhang Rui also exclaimed, "Hey, my lighter is missing too."
Of course, the lighters that were on the table had already been thrown into the trash by me, so it was no surprise they couldn't find them. I suppressed my laughter and shouted, "Quick, everyone take out your phones."
"Hey, where's my phone?"
"Where did my phone go?"
Another round of commotion ensued, which I found amusing. As soon as we entered the room, I had suggested that all my colleagues place their phones in a conspicuous spot under the pretense of banning phone use. This way, it would be easier for others to see incoming calls. At the moment the power went out, I quickly collected everyone's phones into my Mustard Seed Pendant.
As for Zhu Qi, she came over to chat but likely didn't have her phone with her.
With that, the room remained in darkness. However, after my shouting, the initial panic among everyone subsided; at least the screams had stopped.
Of course, this wasn't the effect I wanted; I needed a more dangerous atmosphere. Only danger could break down barriers between people.
"Damn it, the door won't open," Chen Shan called from the entrance. "It's pitch black outside; you can't see anything."
Not being able to see outside was exactly what I wanted. Kong Xuan had immediately jammed the door shut and covered it thoroughly with a thick piece of velvet fabric.
These were standard measures; if I wanted to use other methods, there were even more impressive tricks up my sleeve.
However, it was clear that these two tactics were already effective. At least now, the private room felt like a sealed dark chamber where nothing could be seen.
It was about time for Jiang Ziyu to take action. I cleared my throat and said, "Everyone try to hold hands with the person next to you. Ideally, a male colleague should hold onto a female colleague's hand, but don't let two female colleagues hold onto the same male colleague. This one-on-one pairing will give the male colleagues more reaction time and space."
I was just making things up; all this talk about reaction time and space was nonsense. I simply wanted Jiang Ziyu to hold Xiao Lin's hand without anyone else interfering.
The room fell silent for a moment as if everyone was hesitating. I understood their thoughts; it was just darkness after all—there was no need to hold hands.
"Chen Shan, are you back?" I called out.
"I'm back," Chen Shan's voice sounded next to my Mahjong table.
I chuckled to myself and cleared my throat again. At that moment, Jiang Ziyu made her move, and a pale white smile suddenly appeared on the Flower Board, accompanied by a creepy chuckle that drew everyone's attention before the smile vanished.
But that was enough; several screams erupted in the room, so piercing that it was impossible to tell who had made them. A hand reached over and grabbed my arm, then stopped screaming and clung tightly to me, trembling all over from fear.
Gradually, the screams subsided, as it seemed that the four women had each grabbed a male colleague. The pale smile on the Flower Board flashed again, prompting another round of gasps from the women.
The goal was to keep stimulating them, making them dive into the arms of their male colleagues. Heh, this idea from the master of flirting was indeed clever.
I patted the shoulder of the woman holding onto my arm and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"
"Mm!" she replied, finally disregarding everything and burrowing into my embrace, holding onto my waist tightly. I was left dumbfounded because I recognized her voice.
The one in my arms was actually Xiao Lin.
Wait, who was Jiang Ziyu holding?
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