"Chief Editor, your writing truly leaves me in awe, I'm completely at your mercy."
A young man with triangular eyes, slicked-back hair, and glasses, was full of flattery, almost wishing he could stamp "sycophant" on his forehead.
This was in the office of Yun City Daily newspaper, and opposite the bespectacled man sat Sun Duhua, the editor of the entertainment section.
Sun Duhua looked pleased and said, "Your piece wasn't bad either."
The bespectacled man quickly responded, "Not at all, Chief Editor. Your skill in sarcasm is masterful. You've completely trashed Ning Xiaoyue. In front of you, I don't even deserve to lift your shoes."
This bespectacled man was the main writer of yesterday's report. Although Sun Duhua had also directed that article, today's report was personally crafted by him, making it more formidable compared to the bespectacled man's piece.
