Early the next morning, Xu Xiangbei returned to his office. As he looked at the ink splash landscape painting by Su Xinyun on the office wall, he suddenly felt it wasn't as beautiful as it used to be, like old fish and rotten shrimp that had lost their original freshness, their life, and even had a bit of a rotten smell.
Xu Xiangbei took it down, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the bottom drawer of his desk. He no longer wanted to see the painting; it had lost its meaning.
Knock knock, came two faint knocks on the door. Monica walked in with a steaming cup of coffee, and she immediately noticed that the prominent ink landscape painting had been removed.
Monica was smart. Sometimes you didn't need to ask about things you saw. She spoke softly, "President Xu, your coffee, two parts milk, half part sugar."
