Chapter 310
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Five years later.
Secretary Dong, president office and Chief Secretary of Lanjiang entertainment group, walked with a stack of documents and knocked on the door like a wind, "President Ling, there is progress in the script."
"Come in."
A steady voice sounded from the office,
Secretary Dong pushed the door open, walked directly to the desk, and said respectfully to the figure behind the desk, "the screenwriter of 'the rest of life' can't be contacted for the time being, but we contacted her assistant. Her assistant said that Miss Dora is now studying in Europe, and she doesn't want to talk about the script for the time being, saying that everything is left to the assistant."
"Back" was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a deep voice, "how about the information revealed by the assistant?"
Secretary Dong was slightly stunned and looked serious, "I'm probably not satisfied with the price. I've checked that at present, there are still no less than six companies competing with us for this script, three of which are our rival companies, which are very competitive. After all, this miss Dora's achievements in the screenwriting industry in recent years are too exaggerated, and only two scripts are published every year, but these two plays must be in the top three in that year, so it's expected that they will become a hot seller."
"Have you talked to her assistant about the price?"
"Yes, the assistant means that the price will rise, and the additional conditions will wait for Dora to come back."
"Then wait."
Secretary Dong was slightly stunned. "Do you really want to wait? Even if Dora comes back, she may not cooperate with us, and according to their meaning, the price of this script may be sky high in China."
"The name of the script is' I will share joys and sorrows with you for the rest of my life '."
"Well." Secretary Dong answered without hesitation.
"Wait."
A cold word echoed in the huge office.
Secretary Dong nodded and immediately reported other things, "the masquerade dance jointly held by the media industry tomorrow night will be attended by the presidents of the two companies competing with us for the play 'the rest of life'. If Ling always doesn't go, do you need someone to go for you?"
"No, I'm free tomorrow night."
Hearing the speech, Secretary Dong was slightly stunned, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes.
In front of the French window, the tall and straight figure is still the same as that in those days, which makes people unable to move their eyes, but their backs look at it, and they are a little lonely.
"I see. I'll arrange to reply to their sponsor."
There was a light but not heavy door closing sound in the office.
He turned around. His handsome facial features were the same as before, but there were a few lines across his eyebrows and eyes and some mottled marks hidden between his black hair, which made his mental outlook look a little bad. He opened the office chair behind him, sat down, and felt a photo and a black suede box from the second drawer on his left hand.
There was a men's watch ticking in the suede box, with a diamond blue glass surface, a dark dial, a dark leather strap, and a simple and atmospheric style. He rubbed the box, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.
The photo originally placed on the second floor of the drawer has now been mounted in a photo frame and placed on the desk. In the wooden photo frame, the pure girl wears a ponytail, wears a school uniform, and smiles brightly and brightly.
Secretary Dong left the office. As soon as he returned to the Secretary's office, he saw a sneaky figure walking around the door.
She said coldly, "Xiao Pengfei, don't work during office hours, come to me to hang around. What? Don't want to do it?"
The figure at the door was so weak that he was scared that he staggered. Holding the glass door, he exposed his head and said with a smile, "sister Dong, I just want to ask how about the dance held abroad tomorrow night. Ling always doesn't go. If not, I have to buy a suit in advance..."
Secretary Dong gave him a blank look and said, "don't think about it. Ling always goes by himself."
"What?" Xiao Pengfei exclaimed.
"What are you doing with a sudden surprise?" Secretary Dong gave a nasty reprimand.
"No."
Xiao Pengfei looked puzzled. He pulled open the chair of the Secretary's office, sat in front of secretary Dong's desk, faced her, turned around and looked at the closed door of the president's office, and lowered his voice,
"Didn't you tell me last time that tomorrow is the death day of President Ling, and he will disappear all day at this time of year?"
Secretary Dong frowned, subconsciously glanced at the empty desk next to him, with a complicated expression and sighed, "maybe everything is normal from the beginning of this year."
……
In Fuli Lun state rehabilitation treatment center, on the hospital bed sat a woman in striped hospital clothes, with a graceful posture. The wide hospital clothes could not stop her good figure at all. The only drawback was that her face was covered with bandages, and only a pair of clear and watery big eyes flashed like a clear pool.
"This is the 16th operation this year. If it doesn't succeed, I don't know how long you can stand it."
In front of her hospital bed, Carey, a Chinese female doctor, helped her remove the gauze. She looked nervous on her beautiful and delicate facial features. At the moment, she was wearing sterile gloves and removing the gauze on her face bit by bit.
The gauze mixed with herbs was removed from his face a little, and gradually he could see the jade white skin inside the bandage. Carey's hand paused slightly and took a deep breath.
"Why are you more nervous than me?"
The female patient suddenly opened her mouth. Her voice was thick metal, a little hoarse, like a rock singer or a perennial smoking addict, but such hoarseness made people feel itchy in the throat. Everyone who heard the voice felt that something was stirring the heartstrings.
His tone was casual, and he didn't seem to worry about his appearance after removing the gauze.
Carey smiled and said, "can you relax? I haven't seen anyone who has undergone more than 180 skin grafting operations in five years. What a good medical case. If it succeeds, it's a great contribution in the history of medicine. Are you really not nervous? At least it's your own face, so you're not afraid of failure?"
"It's 181 times. Counting this time, it's 182 times. It's failed too many times."
Under the gauze, there was a faint arc on the lips of the female patient,
"But I'm used to it. In fact, this face is not mine now."
"Then you still have to suffer this crime?"
The gauze in Carey's hand turned again, and the female patient's face was already showing her nose, small and upright, with a bit of playfulness, but she was more nervous and had to use words to distract her attention.
"Originally, it was just a little ugly after the burn was repaired five years ago. If you don't mind, why do you have to have such a big operation, again and again."
The female patient's hands were clasped on her knees, and a hint of tenderness suddenly appeared in her flat tone, "he's going to kindergarten, and I'm afraid other children will laugh at him."
While talking, the last circle of gauze had fallen from the eyes and fell on the knees.
Carey clenched his hand, looked at her face, and slowly gasped, "I think no matter what, your decision is right."
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Five years later.
Secretary Dong, president office and Chief Secretary of Lanjiang entertainment group, walked with a stack of documents and knocked on the door like a wind, "President Ling, there is progress in the script."
"Come in."
A steady voice sounded from the office,
Secretary Dong pushed the door open, walked directly to the desk, and said respectfully to the figure behind the desk, "the screenwriter of 'the rest of life' can't be contacted for the time being, but we contacted her assistant. Her assistant said that Miss Dora is now studying in Europe, and she doesn't want to talk about the script for the time being, saying that everything is left to the assistant."
"Back" was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a deep voice, "how about the information revealed by the assistant?"
Secretary Dong was slightly stunned and looked serious, "I'm probably not satisfied with the price. I've checked that at present, there are still no less than six companies competing with us for this script, three of which are our rival companies, which are very competitive. After all, this miss Dora's achievements in the screenwriting industry in recent years are too exaggerated, and only two scripts are published every year, but these two plays must be in the top three in that year, so it's expected that they will become a hot seller."
"Have you talked to her assistant about the price?"
"Yes, the assistant means that the price will rise, and the additional conditions will wait for Dora to come back."
"Then wait."
Secretary Dong was slightly stunned. "Do you really want to wait? Even if Dora comes back, she may not cooperate with us, and according to their meaning, the price of this script may be sky high in China."
"The name of the script is' I will share joys and sorrows with you for the rest of my life '."
"Well." Secretary Dong answered without hesitation.
"Wait."
A cold word echoed in the huge office.
Secretary Dong nodded and immediately reported other things, "the masquerade dance jointly held by the media industry tomorrow night will be attended by the presidents of the two companies competing with us for the play 'the rest of life'. If Ling always doesn't go, do you need someone to go for you?"
"No, I'm free tomorrow night."
Hearing the speech, Secretary Dong was slightly stunned, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes.
In front of the French window, the tall and straight figure is still the same as that in those days, which makes people unable to move their eyes, but their backs look at it, and they are a little lonely.
"I see. I'll arrange to reply to their sponsor."
There was a light but not heavy door closing sound in the office.
He turned around. His handsome facial features were the same as before, but there were a few lines across his eyebrows and eyes and some mottled marks hidden between his black hair, which made his mental outlook look a little bad. He opened the office chair behind him, sat down, and felt a photo and a black suede box from the second drawer on his left hand.
There was a men's watch ticking in the suede box, with a diamond blue glass surface, a dark dial, a dark leather strap, and a simple and atmospheric style. He rubbed the box, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.
The photo originally placed on the second floor of the drawer has now been mounted in a photo frame and placed on the desk. In the wooden photo frame, the pure girl wears a ponytail, wears a school uniform, and smiles brightly and brightly.
Secretary Dong left the office. As soon as he returned to the Secretary's office, he saw a sneaky figure walking around the door.
She said coldly, "Xiao Pengfei, don't work during office hours, come to me to hang around. What? Don't want to do it?"
The figure at the door was so weak that he was scared that he staggered. Holding the glass door, he exposed his head and said with a smile, "sister Dong, I just want to ask how about the dance held abroad tomorrow night. Ling always doesn't go. If not, I have to buy a suit in advance..."
Secretary Dong gave him a blank look and said, "don't think about it. Ling always goes by himself."
"What?" Xiao Pengfei exclaimed.
"What are you doing with a sudden surprise?" Secretary Dong gave a nasty reprimand.
"No."
Xiao Pengfei looked puzzled. He pulled open the chair of the Secretary's office, sat in front of secretary Dong's desk, faced her, turned around and looked at the closed door of the president's office, and lowered his voice,
"Didn't you tell me last time that tomorrow is the death day of President Ling, and he will disappear all day at this time of year?"
Secretary Dong frowned, subconsciously glanced at the empty desk next to him, with a complicated expression and sighed, "maybe everything is normal from the beginning of this year."
……
In Fuli Lun state rehabilitation treatment center, on the hospital bed sat a woman in striped hospital clothes, with a graceful posture. The wide hospital clothes could not stop her good figure at all. The only drawback was that her face was covered with bandages, and only a pair of clear and watery big eyes flashed like a clear pool.
"This is the 16th operation this year. If it doesn't succeed, I don't know how long you can stand it."
In front of her hospital bed, Carey, a Chinese female doctor, helped her remove the gauze. She looked nervous on her beautiful and delicate facial features. At the moment, she was wearing sterile gloves and removing the gauze on her face bit by bit.
The gauze mixed with herbs was removed from his face a little, and gradually he could see the jade white skin inside the bandage. Carey's hand paused slightly and took a deep breath.
"Why are you more nervous than me?"
The female patient suddenly opened her mouth. Her voice was thick metal, a little hoarse, like a rock singer or a perennial smoking addict, but such hoarseness made people feel itchy in the throat. Everyone who heard the voice felt that something was stirring the heartstrings.
His tone was casual, and he didn't seem to worry about his appearance after removing the gauze.
Carey smiled and said, "can you relax? I haven't seen anyone who has undergone more than 180 skin grafting operations in five years. What a good medical case. If it succeeds, it's a great contribution in the history of medicine. Are you really not nervous? At least it's your own face, so you're not afraid of failure?"
"It's 181 times. Counting this time, it's 182 times. It's failed too many times."
Under the gauze, there was a faint arc on the lips of the female patient,
"But I'm used to it. In fact, this face is not mine now."
"Then you still have to suffer this crime?"
The gauze in Carey's hand turned again, and the female patient's face was already showing her nose, small and upright, with a bit of playfulness, but she was more nervous and had to use words to distract her attention.
"Originally, it was just a little ugly after the burn was repaired five years ago. If you don't mind, why do you have to have such a big operation, again and again."
The female patient's hands were clasped on her knees, and a hint of tenderness suddenly appeared in her flat tone, "he's going to kindergarten, and I'm afraid other children will laugh at him."
While talking, the last circle of gauze had fallen from the eyes and fell on the knees.
Carey clenched his hand, looked at her face, and slowly gasped, "I think no matter what, your decision is right."
Five years later.Secretary Dong, president office and Chief Secretary of Lanjiang entertainment group, walked with a stack of documents and knocked on the door like a wind, "President Ling, there is progress in the script.""Come in."A steady voice sounded from the office,Secretary Dong pushed the door open, walked directly to the desk, and said respectfully to the figure behind the desk, "the screenwriter of 'the rest of life' can't be contacted for the time being, but we contacted her assistant. Her assistant said that Miss Dora is now studying in Europe, and she doesn't want to talk about the script for the time being, saying that everything is left to the assistant.""Back" was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a deep voice, "how about the information revealed by the assistant?"Secretary Dong was slightly stunned and looked serious, "I'm probably not satisfied with the price. I've checked that at present, there are still no less than six companies competing with us for this script, three of which are our rival companies, which are very competitive. After all, this miss Dora's achievements in the screenwriting industry in recent years are too exaggerated, and only two scripts are published every year, but these two plays must be in the top three in that year, so it's expected that they will become a hot seller.""Have you talked to her assistant about the price?""Yes, the assistant means that the price will rise, and the additional conditions will wait for Dora to come back.""Then wait."Secretary Dong was slightly stunned. "Do you really want to wait? Even if Dora comes back, she may not cooperate with us, and according to their meaning, the price of this script may be sky high in China.""The name of the script is' I will share joys and sorrows with you for the rest of my life '.""Well." Secretary Dong answered without hesitation."Wait."A cold word echoed in the huge office.Secretary Dong nodded and immediately reported other things, "the masquerade dance jointly held by the media industry tomorrow night will be attended by the presidents of the two companies competing with us for the play 'the rest of life'. If Ling always doesn't go, do you need someone to go for you?""No, I'm free tomorrow night."Hearing the speech, Secretary Dong was slightly stunned, and a trace of consternation flashed in his eyes.In front of the French window, the tall and straight figure is still the same as that in those days, which makes people unable to move their eyes, but their backs look at it, and they are a little lonely."I see. I'll arrange to reply to their sponsor."There was a light but not heavy door closing sound in the office.He turned around. His handsome facial features were the same as before, but there were a few lines across his eyebrows and eyes and some mottled marks hidden between his black hair, which made his mental outlook look a little bad. He opened the office chair behind him, sat down, and felt a photo and a black suede box from the second drawer on his left hand.There was a men's watch ticking in the suede box, with a diamond blue glass surface, a dark dial, a dark leather strap, and a simple and atmospheric style. He rubbed the box, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes.The photo originally placed on the second floor of the drawer has now been mounted in a photo frame and placed on the desk. In the wooden photo frame, the pure girl wears a ponytail, wears a school uniform, and smiles brightly and brightly.Secretary Dong left the office. As soon as he returned to the Secretary's office, he saw a sneaky figure walking around the door.She said coldly, "Xiao Pengfei, don't work during office hours, come to me to hang around. What? Don't want to do it?"The figure at the door was so weak that he was scared that he staggered. Holding the glass door, he exposed his head and said with a smile, "sister Dong, I just want to ask how about the dance held abroad tomorrow night. Ling always doesn't go. If not, I have to buy a suit in advance..."Secretary Dong gave him a blank look and said, "don't think about it. Ling always goes by himself.""What?" Xiao Pengfei exclaimed."What are you doing with a sudden surprise?" Secretary Dong gave a nasty reprimand."No."Xiao Pengfei looked puzzled. He pulled open the chair of the Secretary's office, sat in front of secretary Dong's desk, faced her, turned around and looked at the closed door of the president's office, and lowered his voice,"Didn't you tell me last time that tomorrow is the death day of President Ling, and he will disappear all day at this time of year?"Secretary Dong frowned, subconsciously glanced at the empty desk next to him, with a complicated expression and sighed, "maybe everything is normal from the beginning of this year."In Fuli Lun state rehabilitation treatment center, on the hospital bed sat a woman in striped hospital clothes, with a graceful posture. The wide hospital clothes could not stop her good figure at all. The only drawback was that her face was covered with bandages, and only a pair of clear and watery big eyes flashed like a clear pool."This is the 16th operation this year. If it doesn't succeed, I don't know how long you can stand it."In front of her hospital bed, Carey, a Chinese female doctor, helped her remove the gauze. She looked nervous on her beautiful and delicate facial features. At the moment, she was wearing sterile gloves and removing the gauze on her face bit by bit.The gauze mixed with herbs was removed from his face a little, and gradually he could see the jade white skin inside the bandage. Carey's hand paused slightly and took a deep breath."Why are you more nervous than me?"The female patient suddenly opened her mouth. Her voice was thick metal, a little hoarse, like a rock singer or a perennial smoking addict, but such hoarseness made people feel itchy in the throat. Everyone who heard the voice felt that something was stirring the heartstrings.His tone was casual, and he didn't seem to worry about his appearance after removing the gauze.Carey smiled and said, "can you relax? I haven't seen anyone who has undergone more than 180 skin grafting operations in five years. What a good medical case. If it succeeds, it's a great contribution in the history of medicine. Are you really not nervous? At least it's your own face, so you're not afraid of failure?""It's 181 times. Counting this time, it's 182 times. It's failed too many times."Under the gauze, there was a faint arc on the lips of the female patient,"But I'm used to it. In fact, this face is not mine now.""Then you still have to suffer this crime?"The gauze in Carey's hand turned again, and the female patient's face was already showing her nose, small and upright, with a bit of playfulness, but she was more nervous and had to use words to distract her attention."Originally, it was just a little ugly after the burn was repaired five years ago. If you don't mind, why do you have to have such a big operation, again and again."The female patient's hands were clasped on her knees, and a hint of tenderness suddenly appeared in her flat tone, "he's going to kindergarten, and I'm afraid other children will laugh at him."While talking, the last circle of gauze had fallen from the eyes and fell on the knees.Carey clenched his hand, looked at her face, and slowly gasped, "I think no matter what, your decision is right."
