Feng Mang by Chai Jidan (English Translation: COMPLETED)

CHAPTER 95

One hour later Han Dong was escorted back to Wang Zhongding's office. adjacent to Wang Zhongding's work table was an auxiliary work area. Feng Jun usually uses this area to assist in office work during busy days.

There's a seat suitable for the deputy leader, and today, Han Dong, this small child, reaps this special glory.

"What did I read? I want you to edit the manuscript!" Wang Zhongding severely instructed.

Han Dong simplified the content according to "Teacher Wang's" request and afterwards divided it into segments and added punctuation marks. Feeling that there's nothing more to modify, he raised his hand and hinted: "I properly edited it."

Wang Zhongding just read it briefly and he immediately began reprimanding Hand Dong like a Lianzhi Cannon.

(Lianzhu Canon = a metaphor for successive firing one after another)

"How did I just instructed you about the formatting? You put them in a different paragraph when the subject changes, why did you still grouped them together?"

"There's this sentence, read it, is it human language? Can you read it smoothly?

"You write a big typo here yet you couldn't see it?"

"Revised it again!!!"

Han Dong lowered his head, grumbling while revising his work for a long time; finally, he lifted his head and tentatively asked Teacher Wang. "Is this okay?"

Wang Zhongding barely looked when once again he slapped Han Dong at the back of his head, "Shouldn't you be adding a punctuation mark on this place? Should it be a tittle number? Think about it again."

Han Dong gave a hollow laugh, "It's wrong, it's wrong, it should be an extension number."

"What extension number? That's a quotation mark!"

"Yes, yes, yes, quotations mark. I remembered wrong."

When an Obsessive compulsive person meets a muddle-headed idiot or an elite man encounters an illiterate, how can it not get messy? Wang Zhongding thought there won't be any problem after he marked everything phrase by phrase so his complexion eased up a bit.

"Come here, I will teach you how to change the story to a script." Wang Zhongding beckoned.

Hang Dong moved a stool to Wang Zhongding's side and sat on it and leaned over to look at the laptop, bearing the appearance of someone eager to learn.

"You already shot a scene and seen a script so you know the difference is between the script and the story. In addition to the plot, there's also the setting, action, expression, direction, and dialogue..."

Wang Zhongding was talking when suddenly there is a dog paw groping the hand manipulating the mouse. "Your hand is really smooth." The lips hooked into a smirk.

Wang Zhongding sternly rebuked: "Take your hand off!"

Han Dong quickly let go and then once again became an earnest listener.

In the end Wang Zhongding only spoke for a while before suddenly saying: "Lift your hands up."

Although Han Dong doesn't understand why, nevertheless, he still obediently raises his hands up.

Want Zhongding asked: "Why are your hands so rough?"

Last night when he slept with Han Dong he felt that this guy's hands were unusually rough. Every part if his body, including his face, were all soft and smooth except for these two paws that resembles sandpaper.

"I am a peasant's son. This pair of hands has worked in a construction site and farm! These two hardworking and intelligent hands created the capital's high-rise apartment buildings so that you, this elite white collar, can live comfortably!"