Chapter 133: Chapter 125: The Invitation_2
Zhao Yingjun, standing before him, was wearing a black sweater that accentuated her figure, paired with gray trousers that made her long legs look even straighter and more slender.
On her feet were the familiar black high heels, which seemed as though they were welded to her feet; Lin Xian had never seen Zhao Yingjun wearing any other shoes.
“Feeling better?” Zhao Yingjun stared at Lin Xian.
“Huh?”
Lin Xian had been eyeing her attire and didn’t understand what she meant.
Zhao Yingjun tilted her chin towards Lin Xian’s waist:
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“Is your waist feeling better? I saw you looked uncomfortable coming out of the car that night, did you twist it?”
“Yeah.”
Lin Xian nodded:
“I was a bit tense at the time, and I strained my muscles from being so stiff. But it’s much better today; I hardly feel it anymore.”
?
The two staff members at the equipment desk turned their heads, looking at them with confusion.
What kind of terrible conversation is this?
Lin Xian thought about what Elder Sister Juan had said yesterday morning…
She had said that Zhao Yingjun also injured her leg and even went to the hospital. It was there that Brother Wang, while visiting her, discussed the promotion of the secretary.
It made sense, after all, that Bentley convertible had crashed down from the overpass, and if the car was totaled, how could Zhao Yingjun have emerged unscathed?
So he asked:
“How’s your leg? It’s not too bad, I hope?”
“It’s nothing serious, just some soft tissue damage in both knees.” Zhao Yingjun looked down, slightly bending her knees:
“I suppose it’s from the shock inside the car, got hit too hard.”
???
All four staff members in the workroom gaped and stared over!
This—
Are those the kind of words you can just say out loud!?
Just blurt them out in public like that!?
The young lady in charge of serving tea and water immediately blushed, hiding her face with the tray… What are these racy implications!
Soft tissue injuries in the knees!?
Zhao Yingjun noticed the unusual glances. She turned her head to look at everyone:
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all, President Zhao!”
The head of the recording studio stood up, pointing towards Milk, who had taken off her headphones in the glass room:
“Milk has finished the song, why don’t you listen to it? See if you’re satisfied? If not, we can record it again.”
“Hmm, let Lin Xian listen.”
Zhao Yingjun crossed her arms and looked at Lin Xian:
“It’s your Cat, you decide.”
Lin Xian took the headphones offered by a staff member and put them on his head.
The freshly recorded song began to play…
The intro was very catchy and brainwashing.
As Milk’s clear and sweet voice rose, the song conveyed a pleasant feeling like basking in the spring breeze, filled with a youthful girl’s sunny enthusiasm and cute meowing, sounding even better than the looped version over the loudspeakers in The First Dreamland.
It seemed that choosing Milk to sing was indeed the right decision — her voice and expressiveness were a perfect match for the Rhein Cat.
“I think it’s good.” Lin Xian took off the headphones.
Zhao Yingjun nodded and turned to the studio head:
“Let’s go with this version, then.”
The studio head was a bit baffled…
This—
President Zhao didn’t even listen once and just approved it?
She trusts Lin Xian that much?
Which one of them is the boss exactly!
But with the wealth god saying so, he naturally wouldn’t object, successfully completing his task.
And to be fair, both the singer and the song were top-notch; this version indeed exceeded expectations, the voice was natural, and it was comfortable to listen to.
Afterward.
Lin Xian met with the MV director and the animators in the teahouse for a good chat, where he made specific requests regarding some of the images in the MV.
Actually, those were also things he saw in The First Dreamland…
When Lin Xian first gathered inspiration for the design of the Rhine Cat, he watched many animations, videos, and music videos of the Rhine Cat. Now, all he had to do was express the freshly remembered actions and famous scenes to the director and animators.
It was just a pity…
That these were the last of the stock in his mind.
The various settings, dolls, and effect drawings from this period of time had completely drained Lin Xian’s memory of the Rhine Cat.
“I hope there’s also a Rhine Cat toy store in New Donghai City,” he thought.
The exhausted Lin Xian didn’t want to run out of ideas so soon.
…
After the discussion.
The MV director and animators, while marveling, walked over to Zhao Yingjun’s side and said:
“President Zhao, you really have a talented person under you! His creativity and ideas… are truly astounding!”
“I heard that even the theme song was composed solely by Mr. Lin Xian? He’s genuinely a multi-talented individual… President Zhao, you really have an abundance of talents at your disposal!”
After hearing this, Zhao Yingjun smiled faintly, turning her head to look at Lin Xian, who was talking to the staff in the next compartment:
“Yes… It’s my fortune as well.”
Afterwards, Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun returned to the company together.
There was still quite a lot of work to do today.
With the Spring Festival holiday approaching, many matters had to be arranged and handled in advance.
Lin Xian also had a rare busy day, bustling from the recording studio back to the company, and didn’t finish dealing with the accumulated issues until after six in the evening.
Now.
His team had grown to more than forty members, but the sheer volume of business still kept everyone extremely busy.
One could only say…
The Rhine Cat was indeed too popular.
The dramatic changes in these two future worlds, which could have possibly erased history, hadn’t stopped the Rhine Cat’s longstanding popularity.
“I am not history.”
Lin Xian lay back in the comfortable master chair, looking at the Rhine Cat Doll placed on his desk:
“You are history.”
Ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling——
As soon as he finished speaking, the landline phone rang.
The caller ID showed it was a short number from Zhao Yingjun’s office.
“Lin Xian, come to my office.”
After picking up the phone, Zhao Yingjun’s voice came through, sounding a bit joyful, as if she were in a good mood.
“Okay.”
Lin Xian hung up the phone.
Looking for him at this time…
Could it be that she wanted to discuss appointing a secretary with him?
The 22nd floor.
Bang.
A muffled sound as the heavy double-layered password door opened in response.
“Come in.”
Zhao Yingjun’s voice came from the intercom.
Lin Xian stepped forward in his leather shoes, walking into the office devoid of any mundane atmosphere.
By now the sun had already sunk into the skyline, the sky was dim, and evening was starting to set in.
The bright lights in Zhao Yingjun’s office contrasted with the oppressive dark clouds over Donghai City outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Xian walked step by step, passing the coffee table and sofa covered with a thin layer of dust, the potted plants with their fallen leaves, to stand in front of Zhao Yingjun’s desk:
“President Zhao, you wanted to see me.”
Zhao Yingjun nodded.
She pushed a dark red foldable piece of cardstock across the table—
Square and proper.
Dark golden patterns.
In the center fold, a seal pressed with fire lacquer!
“This is…” Lin Xian’s eyes widened.
“Congratulations, Lin Xian.”
Zhao Yingjun looked up, smiling faintly at Lin Xian:
“This is your… invitation!”