The Emperor of Hell's Green Plum Pillow She Escaped Again

"It seems that Ming Xin's treatment is too good, and you two have become gossipers."

Hei Huomian's natural sense of oppression was integrated into his sharp voice like the polar cold wind, and it easily passed through the network signal, word by word, clearly transmitted to the ears of every participant.

Everyone shuddered at the same time, and remained silent even through the screen.

Hei Huomian remained sitting upright and silent.

In just half a minute, it was as if the screen was frozen. The senior executives, who were sitting in the warm and comfortable study of their homes, felt very uncomfortable and did not even dare to move their eyes away for a moment.

Humph! Anyway, the evening is my office time, I don’t mind wasting a little!

Heihuomian minimizes the video conferencing software and continues to review electronic documents.

Five minutes later, the secretary sent a message via WeChat:

Excuse me Mr. Hei. If you are done with your work, can we prepare for the meeting?

Hei Huomian snorted coldly, and directly tagged the secretary in the WeChat group of the group’s senior management and replied:

How dare you trouble Secretary Qin to ask Hei for instructions?

After all, Secretary Qin has been working at "Ming·Xin" for five years, and he still doesn't know who pays your salary!

The senior executives in the video lowered their heads more and more, not daring to breathe.

Even Secretary Qin, who was always praised by Hei Huomian, was criticized, let alone them?

More than ten minutes later, Li You suddenly came online and spoke up, saving everyone present:

"Mr. Hei, the new president of Changzhuo Technology has signed the contract. I have sent you the electronic version of the contract."

In the background of Li You's voice, the sound of a car door closing was heard.

"According to your instructions, I have already disclosed the news to the editors-in-chief of the economic and technology sections of major media outlets. They promised to give you the manuscript for review within fifteen minutes and then publish it immediately."

As he was speaking, Hei Huomian's mailbox received a notification sound of a new email.

After checking the contract content in the email attachment, Hei Huomian finally spoke with a hint of joy in his tone:

"Changzhuo Technology has been acquired by our 'Ming·Xin', and the contract is effective immediately. Tomorrow morning, our Changzhuo's stock will definitely hit the daily limit..."

[Boss Hei, it's time to practice calligraphy. ]

Suddenly, Wu Chu's voice came into Hei Huomian's mind.

Come back in two hours.

Hei Huomian responded calmly and silently, then continued the meeting:

"Changzhuo's new patented technology can undoubtedly solve the current world-class space technology difficulties..."

[Yo~! Tonight when you were rushing to save someone, you begged me to copy calligraphy for you so that you could speak. Your attitude was not so arrogant at that time.]

Hei Huomian turned a deaf ear and spoke sternly and non-stop:

"...In order to raise funds to ensure the continued research and development of this technology, Changzhuo not only sold 15% of the equity to our Mingxin..."

Wu Chuze was lying on a lounge chair, sunbathing, with his legs crossed, and continued to talk lazily:

[Ah! This god looks like a workaholic, but inside... I don't even want to talk about it. ]

[But if I don't mention it, I feel guilty about my grievance. The handwriting he copied is crooked and not as good as his younger brother who is only 40,000 years old. Sigh! It's disgusting to come across something that is only for its own sake and doesn't consider whether others can complete the task! ]

[But it is true, the Hades! The ruler of the underworld and the dream lover of thousands of wandering souls, let’s not talk about whether you will really fall in love with us for a mere brush.]

[For example, if I print your handwriting into a book and sell it, how many millions of copies can I sell, how many copies can I print, and how much royalties can I get? ]

Hei Huomian was being urged to hurry up, and his already unhappy handsome face became even colder. He clicked the "mute" function of the video conference, and the anger in his tone was quite obvious, and he asked:

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

[Humph!] Wu Chu sneered.

[Sure enough! I knew you didn't take Little Brush seriously. I was right to persuade her to leave.]

[Ask yourself, what did I say when I asked you to copy the calligraphy? ]

Hei Huomian frowned, but couldn't help but recall:

[… projected onto your childhood sweetheart’s life script; the faster you copy the calligraphy, the more smoothly she will be able to reach the pinnacle of her life…]

Hei Huomian's heart tightened for no reason.

Bai Shuiru suffered two disasters today. If she was really my little brush, if it was really because I was angry and didn't practice calligraphy...

Hei Huomian didn't dare to think too deeply, and quickly turned off the "mute" function. He suddenly said "the meeting is over", and when he exited the software, he added indifferently:

"Good night."

The senior executives in the video conference took half a minute to react, and then collapsed in their chairs, wailing everywhere:

"We just got to the point, why did you end the meeting so abruptly?"

"What kind of man in love would be so moody~?!"

"Shh! Are you sure Mr. Black is really offline?"

"Offline! Offline! The system prompts that I'm offline."

"Could it be that the woman has used her powers again?"

"Speaking of which, could the girl who accompanied Mr. Hei to the award ceremony today be the one who seduced him last night? She looked quite innocent and cute!"

At the same time, Su came back to Bai Shuiru's bedroom in the manor.

Hei Huomian recalled the fear and rage he felt deep in his heart when he found Bai Shuiru's lost cell phone and handbag in the parking lot in the afternoon.

Even though he was usually silent and introverted, the negative pressure that he could not express at that time was overwhelming and made him feel as if he was sinking to the bottom of an endless abyss. He was almost swallowed up by the despair of no longer being free and unable to see the people he cared about most.

[Why is the Dark Emperor not attending the meeting? He needs to rest. Wu Chu will take his leave...]

There was a hint of pride in Wu Chu's voice, indicating that he was lying lazily on his back somewhere at that moment.

"Stop talking nonsense. Bring me whatever calligraphy you want to copy!"

[Mianmian, you are so good. I like you. mua! ]

As soon as Wu Chu finished speaking, five calligraphy books appeared on the workbench in front of Hei Huomian.

Hei Huomian shook off goosebumps and casually flipped through the copybook.

"Alien and Predator Sleep Together in One Night", "Peppa Pig Goes to Court", "Asura's Promotion"...

A mess as always!

Hei Huomian picked up "The Day the Flying Dutchman Stopped Sailing" at random, opened it, picked up the pen and began to copy it.

Speaking of which, what kind of calligraphy did I copy before?

Why don't I have any impression?

Wuchu, what is going on?

Unexpectedly, there was no response from the other party.

Escaped quietly again?

He said he was very dedicated to his duties, but in the end he was still absent from his post?!

Hei Huomian cursed in his heart and yawned unconsciously.

I always sleep during the day and work at night, why do I suddenly feel sleepy?

Hei Huomian subconsciously turned his head to look at the blurry figure on the bed behind the screen.

But then a long yawn came over me with sleepiness, and tears blurred my eyes.

He took off his sunglasses, wiped away his tears with a tissue, took a sip of warm water, shook his head to wake himself up, and continued copying.

Tomorrow I have to find out whether there are really words on Bai Shuiru's back.