Half an hour of pondering, brewing, and polishing resulted in a two-thousand-word host's speech draft.
This was practically tailor-made for Xiang Wenxin. Liu Zhizhong felt quite satisfied with himself and directly emailed it to Xiang Wenxin.
After Xiang Wenxin read it, she immediately called.
"Hey, Little Zhongzi, you did well, didn't you? As expected! You lived up to what I, your Master, have nurtured and expected from you! Not bad, not bad, I like it. This draft is excellent—steady and grand, yet lively and interesting! Coming from a secretarial background, you really know how to flatter, and I'm quite pleased with it, haha..."
This praise and teasing in such a seasoned tone left Liu Zhizhong feeling torn between laughter and tears.
"Okay, Master, received and understood. Thank you for your affirmation. I will continue to work hard. Is there anything else you need me to do for you at this South Moon Conference gathering? Just let me know."
