10 years ago they were lovers.
10 years later they are strangers.

There was a job posting site called WorkNet operated by the Department of Labor. Many people looked for a job on this site, so there were always lots of applicants for the job posted here.  Gun-Ho had been watching the job postings closely for a bookkeeper position, but he hadn't seen anything good yet.
"The statistics say ten people apply for one good open position. I will have no chance to get this kind of job. The employer will hire a woman; why would they hire a man like me over a woman?"
Gun-Ho diligently looked through the classified section in Gyocharo newspaper published twice a week.
"What? Hiring an unmarried and neat looking female bookkeeper?"
It was a job advertisement from a company in an industrial complex located in Uijeongbu City.
"Fuckers! Will live with her? Why are they looking for a neat looking unmarried female?"
There was another advertisement that drew Gun-Ho's attention.
"Job opening for bookkeeping and managing. No experience necessary. Someone who completed military service is encouraged to apply."
The posting is in the newspaper. There was an additional sentence in a small font.
"We are looking for someone who can do bookkeeping and handling sales statements using Excel."
They were kind enough to include their cell phone number. Gun-Ho called the number right away.
"Bangil Gas?"
"Yes."
"I am calling for the position posted in the newspaper. Is the bookkeeper position still open?"
"We are currently taking the applications. You can visit us with your resume."
"All right. The address is the one in the posting?"
"Yes. Pass the Eunhyeon Town township office and take the side road next to the Hyundai Oil gas station."
Gun-Ho got off work early to visit the company in Eunhyeon Town.
"Eunhyeon Town… I've never heard of this area."
 
It was a small factory with a tent roof. There were a lot of LP gas bottles in the yard. Gun-Ho saw the sign "Office" on the door of a dirty prefabricated building; he entered the office. There were a few desks.  The president came and greeted Gun-Ho.
"Did you bring your resume?"
"Yes, here it is."
The president looked at the resume for a while and then asked Gun-Ho, "Are you currently doing bookkeeping work at Dongil Tech?"
"No. I am with a production support team."
Gun-Ho didn't say he was working in a crushing site, but vaguely said he was with a production support team.
"We are not a factory; our company delivers propane gas. Will you take the job? We need someone who handles sales statements by entering the data into Excel and bringing it to the tax accountant office."
Gun-Ho didn't like the company; it was too small and dirty.
'Maybe I'll just gain my work experience here for a while then move to a good company.'
Gun-Ho thought he could use this job as a stepping stone since he had no work experience in accounting at all.
"This company is a 15-kilometer distance from my room at OneRoom, 30-kilometer round trip. I don't have to move. Let's do this."
Gun-Ho decided to take the job.
"I will do my best."
"Alright. I will let you know our decision tomorrow. The phone number on your resume is the contact number I can use?"
"Correct."
 
The next day, a woman called Gun-Ho.
"Did you submit your resume to Bangil Gas in Eunhyeon Town?"
"Yes, I did."
"We received three applications, and our president liked you the most. You can start tomorrow at 8 AM. Please bring your resident registration with you."
"I will do that."
Gun-Ho finally got a job in bookkeeping. Although the work was half bookkeeping and half handling sales documents, he could still list this job on his resume as 'Bookkeeper in Bangil Gas Corp.' when he applies for another company later.
 
Gun-Ho handed in his letter of resignation. The eyes of the crushing site team leader widened.
"Why are you handing over your resignation letter? Where are you going?"
"I think I'd better move to another company."
"Which company? Will they pay you more?"
"No, not really, but I'm leaving because I want to try an office job."
"An office job?"
"Actually, I have the computerized accounting certificate and Excel certificate, and I've wanted to work as a bookkeeper, and I just got a job offer."
"Really? You have those kinds of certificates?"
"I am sorry I had to let you know this last minute."
"I'm letting you go since you are moving for a better job… But we will miss you. Who will be a good replacement for your work?"
"I think Mr. Go in the washing team would be good."
"Do you think the washing site team leader will let him go?"
"I'm positive Mr. Go wants to join this crushing team because of the washing team leader's constant nagging."
"Okay. I will ask the director. Ehyo, I really liked to work with you."
Gun-Ho truly felt sorry for the team leader because he was really good to Gun-Ho while the team leader of the washing site had kept nagging him when he worked with him. Gun-Ho was under a lot of stress at that time.
 
Gun-Ho went to Bangil Gas in Eunhyeon Town, Yangju City with his resident registration.
"I don't see the lady I spoke with on the phone the other day."
Bangil Gas had five workers: three truck drivers, the owner, and Gun-Ho in the office. During the daytime, all three truck drivers were on the road for delivery; it was really quiet in the office.  It turned out that the lady Gun-Ho talked with on the phone the other day was the owner's wife; she often came to the office to help her husband do office chores and also to fight with him.
"Oh, this pretty young man will work with us? Are you married?"
The owner's wife had a louder voice than the owner and she was vibrant. The owner and his wife were boisterous, but they seemed to be good-natured people.
"By the way, I am not sure if this company is a corporation. I want to list this company on my resume as Bangil Gas Corp. so it makes me look like I have work experience in a somewhat big company for my next job."
Gun-Ho looked at the tax invoices scattered on the desk in the office; the stamp on the provider section showed Bangil Gas Corp.
"Thank God. It is a corporation!"
The owner said to Gun-Ho who was looking at the tax invoice,
"That is your desk, Goo Jooim."
"Jooim?"
Gun-Ho thought the job title sounded so obsolete it was probably used during the Japanese colonial period.
"After our bookkeeper left the company, I've handled those tax invoices myself by handwriting. Since you are here now, we can issue the tax invoices electronically."
Gun-Ho was perplexed a bit because he hadn't had any experience with issuing electronic tax invoices. He remembered the things he learned from the vocational school. He could issue tax invoices either from the website of National Tax Service, HomeTax, or using an accounting program. During the practical training in the vocational school, Gun-Ho issued a few tax invoices for practice, but he was still worried if he could do perform well in the practical scene.
"You are not using an accounting program here, are you?"
"We are not. I heard tax invoices can be issued from some National Tax Service website…"
"It's National Tax Service HomeTax website. Do you know your login ID and password? We need them."
"ID?"
The owner hurriedly made a phone call to someone.
"Honey, it's me. Do you know our ID for National Tax Service?"
"Why are you asking me that? You should know."
"Why should you talk like that? I'm asking you because I can't remember!"
"Look at the calendar on the wall."
"Okay."
The owner leafed through the big number calendar with a delivery company's name on it on the wall.
"There is no ID here."
"I see it below the company name. I will take note."
Gun-Ho clicked his tongue.
"He is the so-called owner of this company! He should have written it down in his diary or something."
Gun-Ho thought so.
While the owner was away from his desk, Gun-Ho practiced issuing tax invoices. When he made some mistakes in issuing two invoices, he was thinking of tearing them off, but he decided to take them with him home; he shoved them into his pocket.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

The office area of Dingtian Soccer Club.
Xiong Zhou walked to the door and looked at the plate that read, "General Manager's Office." After smoothing his collar, he knocked at the door.
"Please come in!" a euphonious female voice came out. Xiong Zhou took a deep breath, then he opened the door and entered the office.
Yunan Xiao was sitting at her table; several documents placed in front of her.
Xiong Zhou walked to the table seriously, prepared to accept the instructions of his boss.
As a member of the club's management level, Xiong Zhou knew the beautiful General Manager in front of him was the only daughter of the group's Chairman. Therefore, Xiong Zhou showed respect every time he met Yunan Xiao.
Yunan Xiao picked up three documents and handed them to Xiong Zhou, and she said, "These three coaches of the League One clubs are rejected. Harman is not satisfied with coaches of the Super League clubs, let alone the coaches from League One clubs. By the way, have you received any reply from Coach Sun of Shanggang?"
"That is why I came to speak with you. Coach Sun has replied to me. He said his child is still attending high school in Shanggang, and he doesn't want to come here," Xiong Zhou said.
"In that case, let's stop requesting him for now," Yunan Xiao said helplessly.
"Besides, Chairman Fang of Dalu Group recommended a coach to me. I have his resume here." As Xiong Zhou spoke, he handed the folder to Yunan Xiao.
"Chairman Fang called me about this candidate. He said this coach has a background of track and field events, and used to act as the physical trainer of the National Table Tennis Team. I think he must be competent enough if he had a foothold in the National Table Tennis Team. Furthermore, Chairman Fang is our shareholder; respecting his opinion is of utmost importance. So I have accepted his recommendation," Yunan Xiao said, taking the folder. After opening the folder, she saw Dai Li's picture of Dai Li.
"He looks familiar to me. Dai Li? The name also sounds familiar." Yunan Xiao started to read the working experience of Dai Li.
"Now I remember, it's him! He is the coach I met during that marathon." Yunan Xiao recognized Dai Li quickly.
During the Half Marathon held at Jinyan Lake, Dai Li left a deep impression on Yunan Xiao. Dai Li's help to Dalu Fang, as well his victory in the end made Yunan Xiao remember him. After looking at Dai Li's picture and reading his working experience, Yunan Xiao could remember that marathon clearly.
He has been acting as a physical trainer on the National Table Tennis Team these last few years. Now he is applying for the physical trainer position in our club.
Yunan Xiao smiled suddenly. She placed Dai Li's resume on the resumes of another two people, and said, "Translate these three resumes into English, and then send them to Coach Harman."
...
"Look, these are the resumes for the three physical trainers found by Ms. Xiao." Harman handed the three resumes to Claude.
After taking the resumes, Claude opened the first one.
"Chowtai Kim, a Korean. He used to act as the physical trainer in Chunnam Dragons Club in the K-league of South Korea." As Claude spoke, he nodded. "This one is okay. He has coaching experience in the professional soccer league, and the K-league is pretty impressive in Asia."
Then Claude opened the second resume.
"Haoxin Liu, a guy who was born in Hong Kong and brought up in Canada. He was a professional hockey player for a little while, and then acted as the physical trainer in the Vancouver Canucks of the NHL." Claude frowned slightly, then he said, "This guy's experience is good. After all, the NHL is one of the top four leagues in the United States. The level of their coaches should be fine. However, hockey is different than soccer. Maybe he will need some time to adapt to soccer, which is new to him."
Finally, Claude opened the third resume.
"Dai Li, is he also a coach? He is so young! It seems he is as young as our players. He has a background in track and field events, and used to act as the physical trainer of the table tennis event. Haha, they are kidding me, right?" Dissatisfaction flashed in Claude's eyes. Obviously, both Dai Li's age and working experience were not satisfactory to Claude.
Dai Li's experience as the physical trainer in the National Table Tennis Team was very impressive for many people in China. However, to Claude, Dai Li's working experience meant nothing.
As a physical trainer of the soccer event, Claude could be considered one of the best coaches in the world. To him, Asian physical trainers were far behind their European counterparts, let alone a physical trainer of a "small ball" event like table tennis.
"I have asked Xiong Zhou, who sent the resumes to me. According to his information, this table tennis coach was recommended by a shareholder of the club." Harman looked at Claude with an expression that said, "You should know that." Then he said, "It's okay, he used to be a coach of the track and field team, so he should be good for something. You just make do with him."
"That's the only way out." Claude sighed helplessly. "I shouldn't have had high hopes for Asian physical trainers."
...
Dai Li signed his name on the contract.
The Dingtian Soccer Club offered Dai Li an annual salary of RMB 300,000. Although it was not very high in the first-tier cities, Dai Li was quite satisfied with the amount.
Besides the annual salary, Dai Li would also get some additional income, such as the travel allowance for the team's away games. If the team won a game, Dai Li could get a bonus as a coach. If the team won the championship of China's Super League, or even the championship of the AFC Champions League, the club would also pay Dai Li a bonus.
"Coach Kim, Coach Liu, and Coach Li, please allow me to welcome you to join us on behalf of the club." Yunan Xiao smiled at the three of them.
Yunan Xiao's voice lingered in Dai Li's ears after he walked out of the meeting room.
This General Manager is really a beautiful girl! She's so young, she must be about the same age as me, Dai Li thought.
Dai Li had met Yunan Xiao during the Half Marathon held at Jinyan Lake, but that had been a long time ago, and Dai Li had forgotten much of what had occurred on that day.
Today, when Dai Li met Yunan Xiao again, he still found her very attractive.
However, Dai Li was quite sober and he didn't have any inappropriate ambitions on her. On Dai Li's way to the meeting, someone working in the club had mentioned Yunan Xiao. This pretty General Manager was the darling daughter of the Chairman of Dingtian Group, and could basically be considered the princess of Dingtian Group. This kind of rich girl who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth was out of Dai Li's reach, since he was just an ordinary person. Yunan Xiao and Dai Li were people from two different worlds.
...
"The three new physical trainers have signed their contracts, and will start work tomorrow. Do you have any plan in using them?" Harman said, picking up his coffee and taking a sip.
"That Chowtai Kim from South Korea was a soccer physical trainer before. I plan to let him participate in the formulation of next two weeks of training plans, so that I can check his level before giving him any concrete work. Haoxin Liu was brought up in Canada, so he should have no problem in verbal communication with the foreign players. I plan to arrange him to do the strength training. As for that table tennis coach…"
Claude's expression was quite troubled. "For now, I really don't know what he could do. He is a person from a different world!"
"My old friend, I have a suggestion for you." Harman put down his coffee mug, then said, "Several players on our team are not very self-disciplined. After months of rest, they have put on a lot of weight. Now the league is about to start, but they are still overweight."
"I got you! The table tennis coach could be instructed to help those players lose weight. It's really a good idea!" Claude heaved a long sigh of relief. "I think that table tennis coach should be qualified for such easy work."


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Monday 24 November

11:35am

In a small office left vacant for exceptional one-on-one interviews, Adam has already seen 5 agents who did not satisfy him. During this exercise, which is a first for him, he has just realized that his recruitment requirements may be a little too high. First of all, he wants a woman. The woman must be pretty enough, but if he doesn't like her voice, her physique may be perfect, he will immediately refuse and refrain from saying, as he did at the Paris: Next.

Then, he will refuse anyone with less than 2 years of experience. According to him, the way of speaking is also very important. Those who speak too slowly annoy him. As for those who express themselves too quickly, these people have a natural gift for stress him. Adam, since the beginning of these interviews has found a multitude of reasons to refuse every agent who came to him. According to him, all were riddled with defects that made them unable to stand by his side. Not that they were not qualified, however, working in pairs would have been impossible because itwould not have been beneficial to either party.

Adam, deeply in his thoughts, does not see the next person enter who, after greeting him several times, reaches out her hand to him. A little annoyed by the lack of reaction of the young man who currently must be everywhere except in this room, the person claps twice in her hands, but nothing. Having nothing better to do today anyway, she sits in the chair in front of him, crosses her legs and waits for him to come down to earth so she can start her interview.

Adam is currently thinking about his mother. If he is angry that she is getting married again, he is even more angry that he is not invited to his wedding and has decided to teach her a lesson by going there if possible with the person he hates the most. Imagining her head, the smile comes back on his face and satisfied, he comes out of his dreams, but he almost falls out of his chair when he sees an intruder who has snuck in here without him noticing. 

"Hello, how long have you been waiting?"

The young woman he is facing shakes her head but in opposition to her gesture, she shows him the table, on which are lined up 3 plastic coffee cups with a certain look of fatigue in the eyes. Adam, knowing himself well enough, knows that sometimes he can be a little in the moon. After a charming smile that he thinks he can improve the situation, he takes the sheet that must be her curriculum vitae in front of him.

"Are you always like this?"

A little surprised by this question that comes out of nowhere, Adam raises his head and observes the young woman who must be 25 years old. This time, he pays more attention to it. Beautiful brunette, with green eyes who currently has a very cute disapproving pout on her face.

"I beg your pardon? What do you mean by (like that)?"

The young woman now knows that the rumours are true, this kid is certainly very handsome, but his mental alertness leaves something to be desired. "It's time to ask for forgiveness. I meant: When you're at fault, you don't even bother to apologize, but you think one of your charming smiles will make it better? Not all women will fall at your feet, young man, don't think too much of yourself."

Adam wonders if he really deserves that in recent days, slaps fall on him at this sustained rate. However, 3 coffees. He won't deny that she has some reason to be angry. His patience deserves to be commended, he would be left after the first. Admitting his fault, Adam nods at the young woman who is waiting for an apology.

"It's true I made you wait a little while, but it's impressive that you stayed so long."

He doesn't understand. He just gave a compliment, but she clenched her fists, frowned and her jaw tightened. Why is she angry this time? No matter how much he thinks about it over and over again, he finds no reason to be angry. Or maybe this young lady just has a bad temper? Validating this hypothesis, he smiles cheerfully, annoying even more the person facing him and wondering if this kid might not be making fun of her.

"You still haven't apologized and it's not that I'm especially patient, but imagine that I really need this job, hence the reason for my long wait, believe me that if this was not the case, I would have slammed the door with the hope of waking you up."

"What's your name again?"

"It's on my resume."

Adam, who had forgotten the paper in his hands, smiled again and reads it roughly. Scarlet therefore, she has only worked for barely 2 years, but in addition to her diploma which allows her to work here, she studied law in England for 2 years. Adam looks up, yes, she has an intelligent look, no doubt. The young woman is enraged by the attitude of this kid whom she can not judge. [He won't apologize to me, this bad kid.] 

"It's a nice resume, I like it very much. What site did you find the model on?"

Bewildered by this question, which has nothing to do with her job interview, Scarlet hesitates. She opens her mouth, closes it, a Hum comes out, but no more. Troubled by a very smiling Adam who not realizes that his question is irrelevant, she calmed down and decided to redirect the discussion.

"I don't know anymore. I'm sorry, Mr. Clifford, but I'd like you to tell me if I have a chance or not. If I don't have any, I'll leave immediately."

Adam is a little confused. Looking again and again at the resume with an expression expressing a certain doubt. Scarlet can see that he seems dissatisfied with something and very saddened to have failed, she is already picking up her briefcase and getting ready to leave when: "What a pity, I really wish I had known on which site you had found this model of resume. Oh, yes, it's you I want."

[He's kidding me? Don't tell me his troubled attitude came from the origin of the model of this resume?] "Really, I mean it's true?"

Adam nods his head satisfied that he has found someone who meets his criteria. It is true that the character of this young woman could be better, however, apart from that, it is a no-fault.

"Yes, you have a very beautiful face, long sexy legs, beautiful eyes, a very pleasant voice, almost 2 years of experience and even if your bad temper takes away 1 point, you win from far away. Nevertheless, I want to be very honest with you. I don't trust you easily, so if I'm sometimes cold with you sometimes, don't take it for yourself."

[I won 90% because of my physique, but, I really need this job and I would rather work with Adam, one of the only models of the agency known for its loyalty to women that with a youg than man who will trying to throw me into bed at the slightest opportunity.] "Understood, when do I start?"

The forms reached the American Actors Association by post. The staff opened them one by one. After getting approved and verified, they would be filed.
The association had the largest actor database in the US and played an important role among film firms, investors and producers.
Films of all kinds and classes could find the right actors in the database, to which the resume-collecting staff contributed a lot.
Female staff had an advantage at work, as the requirements were cautiousness and tolerance when handling complicated paperwork. There were five women working in that section amid a harmonious, relaxed atmosphere.
"Work is coming..."
Bang! A strong black woman set a large box down on the desk. "Come on, sweethearts!"
The other women gathered around and took the papers away.
Most of them were junior applications. They would just register them in the system for the other departments to sort them out.
Some of them just updated older profiles, like Qin Guan's. Actors would renew their data when they got an important role in a film with a big budget, showed up in a famous TV program, or won an award in a competition.
Those were all reasons for an update. The staff just registered in the system according to the regulations.
"Name... Qin Guan... Registered or not... Yes. Wow! Another update. Good for him!"
Some actors stumbled upon a chance by luck, but their value still increased in the circle.
There were hundreds of thousands of actors registered in the association, plus some who did not qualify. Among all those actors, only few could become famous.
Martha's colleagues gathered around her curiously.
"Who is he? Let's have a look. Maybe he is our idol..."
"Here he is!" Martha opened Qin Guan's original documents in the system.
His photos were displayed on the screen. The Asian actor was really handsome.
"Wow! It's him! I know him. He was the victim of fake news."
"He was the Best Actor Award winner at Cannes!"
That explained why he wanted to update his resume. His value would increase greatly thanks to the award.
After reading his resume, the ladies fell silent.
"He must be very talented. It’s a pity that..."
"It’s a pity that he is Asian. He doesn’t have any experience in American commercial films."
"Yes. I watched his film. He’s got good acting skills. An indie film though... The box office was average."
They exchanged a glance and then returned to their seats gloomily. The pile of paperwork before them seemed boring now.
Martha updated Qin Guan’s resume calmly and found his original documents in a case.
"Hey, Martha!" Another girl, who was interested in Qin Guan, called out.
"What class of film could he get according to industry standards?"
Martha didn't reply. She just typed on the keyboard. Two minutes later, she said, "C level."
"What? Impossible! That's too low for him." The ladies were aggrieved. Qin Guan was well-known by then.
"That's true." Martha was still busy with work. "The actor association relies on popularity and achievements. He’s only made one film. All his work was in China, so he is still at D level. He might have won the Best Actor award, but he has never acted in an A level film. Besides, he has never been a leading actor in an indie or commercial film, or gotten considerable box office success. It's natural for him to be classified at C level."
"Hollywood and America are commerce-oriented. Plus, his skin color explains that classification."
Her response was reasonable. The other girls fell silent. Only the clicks of their keyboards were heard in the room.
Martha sighed again. She put a "C" on the paperwork and filed it.
"The most famous Asian actors in Hollywood are Chinese. Chow Yun Fat is no more than B level now. If he fails in a B level film, he will drop another level."


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

"Submit a copy of your resume to the receptionist outside, we will call you." CEO Emmett said in a weary tone.

It was just fifth candidate from the lost of thirty applicants that was placed on the desk in front of him, and already he lost all his energy.

"Sure sir, I will be selected, no?" The guy asked as he got up from the seat. He accumulated his file while CEO Emmett Li shook his head in a small nod. "Okay sir, I will wait for your call, sir. Thank you sir." The guy wished him going near the door of his cabin.

As he closed the door after him, Emmett Li grunted. The first five candidates sucked all his brains with his inexperienced answers. He had God damn given it in the advertisement that the candidates needs to have at least some knowledge as a fresher, if not experience as a professional.

But to his surprise, the ones who came for interview so far were only fresher who just passed their CA exams and directly came for grabbing the interview.

"My head!" Emmett Li put his head down on the desk and pressed the bell placed beside him near his laptop.

It was the bell for alerting his secretary so that she can send the next candidate for the interview.

Emmett Li heard the knock coming on his cabin's door.  "Come in." he ordered not looking up at the candidate who walked in.

"Good to meet you, sir!" Emmett Li shrunk his eye brows hearing to an extremely sweet voice.

"Please have a seat" he upped his head from his arms and looked at his laptop in the CCTV footage of the canteen area.

His employees were pain in his ass. They spent most of their time out of their cubical. Gossiping about each other's relationships and sipping freely available coffee in his firm has become their normal routine. And just to keep an eye on them he have to look in the CCTV footages and keep a track of their activities. 

"So, Miss. Kelly Ho" Eric looked at the next set of resume of three pages on his desk. 

~~~~

Kelly Ho gulped her saliva in nervousness as the CEO took her name from his lips. It sounded like a prince has addressed her. "Y-yes sir, that is me" Kelly replied locking the strand of her hair that were irritating her. 

She had left her hair open, and they were floating in the air as the breeze of air conditioner directly fell on her since the wings of the same were moved towards the CEO's desk.

Her eyes never left the sight of his face while he was busy looking at her resume. He never looked up at her face and it was scaring her more. 

Nevertheless, even in this nervousing situation Kelly noticed how perfectly his lips pressed together as his eyes concentrated in reading her details mentioned in her resume. He was perfect. So the pictures in the newspaper were not false or created. He literally looked like a dummy with extra ordinarily handsome looks. 

Perfect jawline of his cheeks were clearly visible to Kelly while he licked and chewed his lips reading her provides CV. His lashes were big too whereas his jet black hair were amazingly gelled and made into a professional hair style that suited him. 

Kelly slightly inched her face upwards looking at his broad shoulders and pink lips. They were pinker than her own lips and were wet due to his licking. She was staring them only with utmost concentration when CEO Li shot his eyes up from the resume and caught her staring in the direction of lips and grasped while Kelly's eyes widened since she was caught! 


~~~~

Emmett Li's eyes were left open and fingers stilled around the edge of the sheets of her curricular vitae. He was taken aback looking at the girl sitting in front of him. For a moment his breaths just stuck in his throat looking at her gorgeous face. 

"Are... You... Kelly Ho?" Asked he, while emphasizing on every word he spoke. 

Kelly on the other hand nodded her head vigorously in yes as their eyes bore into each other's. 

Her waving hair in the free air made her look beautiful. She from time to time tucked her hair strands behind her ears while her bottom lip was pressed between her front teeth. She was chewing them nervously and Emmett Li found it— quite interesting. 

His eyes went down to her neck and then at her rising and falling breasts. Although she looked skinny from her face nevertheless his breath once again stuck in his throat seeing how curved and full her breasts were. All in all she had a perfect body. 

 "Woah, I am impressed by your appearance!" Absent mindedly just as CEO Li exclaimed, Kelly raised her eyes brows straitening her collars. 

"Pardon" she uncomfortably asked and looked down at his fingers that were now playing with the paper weight. 

Something about this guy was wrong! 


Tbc...

*Contains MATURE CONTENT read at your own risk*

"So you are Kelly Ho, my new accountant!" he asked glancing her degrees in the file she provided.

 She fumbled biting her lips. "Y-yes S-I-r" "Are you really an accountant?" 

He got up from his chair with the file in his hand. He sat on his desk in front of her such that she looked away taming his beautiful body. Pushing the specs back on her nose Bridge, she rested her hands in her thighs. 

"Yes sir, with three years experience!" She replied only to be pulled up suddenly from the seat in his arms.

 He pulled her close locking his arm around her waist while he ran the thumb of his other hand on the corner of her lips. 

"Nah! I am sure you are lying because— you are too hot to be a boring accountant!"

 _________________

 Kelly, was a simple chartered accountant with baggy jeans and loose top who loved her job and boyfriend equally. It was just a boring typical lovestory with typical dates, typical late night talks with a perfect yet bastard guy who was cheating her on the back and acting innocent in the front! 

She was happy until the badass billionaire Emmett Li, her boy friend's threat and arc enemy entered her life as her boss. A Boss who changed the course of her life drastically! 

~My billionaire boss is jealous of my boyfriend.

(I don't own the picture of the cover. It belongs to the rightful creator!^o^)

so these are some different fap stories that I made up. English is not my mother language so sorry in advance. ok enjoy

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"I know, I don't care about it anymore from a long time." Lu Man helped Xia Qingwei to lie down. "Mom, I have an interview tomorrow morning at 9. I have to leave for a while, but I'll probably be back in about two hours. I'll come over around noon. If there's anything, you'd have to trouble Brother Zhou and Brother Xu." 
"Go for the interview without any worry." Xia Qingwei was also very happy to know that Lu Man did not plan to be Lu Qi's assistant any longer. "There's nothing to worry about here either. Even if it's going to the toilet, I can walk slowly. Moreover, my wound is healing quite well and thus he stitches would be removed soon. These are all normal things that I can handle myself, you don't have to worry." 
***
The next day, Lu Man followed the stipulated time and reported 15 minutes earlier at Han Corporation.
After asking where the public relations department was, she went over. However, there were still ten minutes left. 
"Hello, I'm Lu Man. I have an interview at 9 a.m. today," Lu Man asked one of the public relations staff.
"Ok, please hold on." The staff called out at the only table in front of him "Xiao You, someone's here for an interview." 
The person who was called was currently arranging some files. She walked over after hearing her name being called. 
"Hello, I'm Lu Man. I have an interview at 9 a.m."
"Hello, I'm Manager Wu's assistant, You Lili." You Lili looked at the time. "Manager Wu has just arrived and is getting ready in the office. There's still 10 minutes until your interview, you can sit and wait for a while first."
You Lili brought Lu Man to a small meeting room separated by two transparent glass walls and told her to sit and wait there. "Did you bring your resume?" 
"Yes." Lu Man passed her resume to her. 
"Please wait here for a while first, I'll bring you into the manager's office soon." After speaking, You Lili took the resume and left. 
Lu Man looked at the time. Just as two minutes remained for the interview, You Lili walked over and brought her over to the manager's office. 
"Manager Wu, Miss Lu is here for the interview." You Lili stood at the door and after informing the Manager told Lu Man to enter. 
Lu Man did not expect the manager of the public relations department to be very young. He seemed to be about 28 years old and not older than 30 years old. 
He must be really talented to become the manager of the public relations department at such a young age. He was dressed in a suit, and it seemed like he was an elite. 
Moreover, Manager Wu was not bad-looking either. Although he could not compare to Han Zhuoli's devilish good looks, he was already much more handsome than average. 
However, after following Lu Qi around to film shows, Lu Man had seen many handsome celebrities and was thus rather immune to it. 
Yet this immunity of hers was probably only ineffective against Han Zhuoli. 
"Hello, Manager Wu, I'm Lu Man." Lu Man walked to Wu Lize's office table. 
"Hello, please take a seat. I've already heard from Tang Zi about you. I've heard that regarding the incident on Lu Qi spreading online, it was you who had advised him? 
"Not really, we had just discussed it briefly, that's all. Well, he also listens to my advice." Lu Man said, "Although I was just Lu Qi's assistant all these years, I've seen a lot in the entertainment industry. So I know how it works in here very well." 
"Knowing something is one thing, but being able to think of all these ideas, that's nothing just anybody can do. You must have some talent in this area, and a keen eye and acuity for what's popular." Wu Lize smiled. "Although you were only Lu Qi's assistant before, you do have some pretty good experience regarding this. But, I'll still have to test you." 
"Of course," Lu Man said calmly. 
Wu Lize passed Lu Man a document, "This is what our public relations department has been focusing on recently. Take a look at this case, if you were handling it, what would you do?" 


"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" 

In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. 

The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life?

She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! 

"Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" 
"Actually, I have one more, do you want it?"
"…" 

It was gloomy and chilly in the early winter. The bus station was noisy, full of voices, footsteps, and announcements from speakers.
Still dressed in the woolen military coat, Li Zhicheng jumped off a bus with a small traveling bag in his hand. His tall and straight figure stood out in the crowd. He looked around quietly and quickly, and focused his attention on a Cadillac parked at the station entrance. He strode over to the car.
Gu Yanzhi was leaning against the car door with his arms crossed, looking at him with a faint smile on his face. "Oh hey, who is this dapper man coming back from the military?"
All the people around turned their heads and watched their interaction.
Seemingly oblivious to their surroundings, Li Zhicheng kept walking until he stopped in front of Gu.
The two stared at each other. Li spoke up lightly, "Your cousin."
Gu Yanzhi grinned, and reach out to Li Zhicheng's shoulder. A smile appeared on the face of Li Zhicheng too, and the two men hugged each other tightly.
The car ran smoothly on the Second Ring Road.
Gu Yanzhi had his hands on the steering wheel, his fingers lightly tapping the sides. It was warm and quiet in the car. He looked up at the rearview mirror and saw Li Zhicheng sitting upright, rigid as a tree and was looking out of the window. His face was still emotionless, clearly warning others to keep their distance.
To Gu Yanzhi, this was the most annoying thing about Li Zhicheng, who was only at his twenties. However, if you didn't make conversation with him, he would act indifferently all day; as cold as ice.
"You've grown even taller," Gu Yanzhi teased casually.
Still peering at the city familiar yet foreign to him, Li Zhicheng said in a calm and cool voice, "Mmm. I've been taller than you since I was twelve."
Gu Yanzhi chuckled and turned the steering wheel along the roundabout. He changed the topic. "Shall we go to the Group first or the nursing home first?"
"The Group."
Gu Yanzhi smiled and said nothing. He thought, This guy has been away for years, but still knows the old man's temperament well. He can tell that the old man has used his own illness as a pretext for bringing him back.
The most important thing to the old man was still the family business.
Lin Qian stood in front of the Aida Building, feeling quite unsettled.
Things were different from two months ago when she had come for her interview.
At that time, in front of the grand building there parked many vehicles, many expensive vehicles. The well-dressed office staff had ushered guests in and out, and they seemed very busy. Behind the building had been the industrial park, where she had seen red banners with inspiring slogans everywhere and workers bustling around. The whole scene had been flourishing and ambitious.
And now? 
The same grand building, the same clean park. But it was quiet and deserted. In front of the building, only two security guards were idle and seemingly in a trance. Most of the plants behind looked dull with workers squatting in the doorways, smoking and chatting—apparently, the production had already stopped. And those once-dazzling red slogan banners had all disappeared.
Oh, she did spot one. Half of it was hanging on the wall and the other half drooped onto the ground.
While Lin Qian was staring blankly ahead, a subtle yet luxurious car passed by her quietly.
She turned her head.
To her surprise, she recognized the man in the driver's seat.
His face frequently appeared in magazines and newspapers. It was Gu Yanzhi, the First Vice CEO of Aida Group, and the nephew of the Chairman of the Board.
He looks younger and more handsome in person than in his pictures. I wonder if he is as cunning as they say he is?
Her gaze shifted to the back seat, where another man sat. Through the dark glass, she couldn't make out who the person was—someone who was able to have the famous Gu Yanzhi be his chauffeur.
Gu Yanzhi also saw the woman outside. After casually glancing over, his eyes lit up when he saw her. The woman was very young and wore a black business dress which flattered her slim figure. She had pretty facial features. She was walking gracefully in front of the dark gray buildings and plants, and looked elegant and refined.
He turned around and found that Li Zhicheng was watching her as well. Gu Yanzhi smiled at him. "Well, do you know her?"
Li Zhicheng withdrew his gaze without expression. "No."
Half an hour later, Lin Qian stood in the Human Resources Department of Aida Group. The HR manager reviewed the resume in her hand and glanced up at the girl in front of her, feeling troubled.
The information in the resume was clear: Lin Qian. Female. Age 25. Work Experience: three years. Her recruitment had been confirmed two months ago for the position of CEO Assistant. The scheduled starting date was today.
However...
She looked at Lin Qian. "I remember you. But something here has changed recently. There were news reports on it. Haven't you heard anything?"
Lin Qian was a little embarrassed. "I'm not sure what you mean."
She'd always believed in the motto, "Be kind to others and be kinder to yourself." When she'd decided to change jobs, she decided that a good break was deserved after years of hard work, and that she should enjoy some decent amount of time off before starting her new job.
So when she had received the offer letter, she made excuses to set her first day two months later than requested. Because the CEO of Aida was impressed with her and didn't need her assistance that soon, her request had been granted.
She had traveled to many places in her two months and had stayed in Tibet for over one week, carelessly spending her time at leisure. After the accident in Tibet, she had hurriedly returned to report for duty. She really had no idea what had been recently happening.
The HR manager hesitated a little bit and said, "The operations in the Group have run into some difficulties. A week ago, the former CEO took responsibility for it and resigned. Now, the CEO position is temporarily empty."
Lin Qian stood without saying a word.
Books on job hunting skills hadn't taught her what to do when she applied for a CEO assistant and the CEO stepped down for having destroyed the company.
…
Up in the penthouse, in the office of the vice president, Gu Yanzhi made two cups of Pu'er tea and raised his head. He saw Li Zhicheng standing in front of the scattered light of the French window, gazing at the vast park below in contemplation, his long eyebrows furrowed.
He had taken his coat off, and was dressed in a green army shirt and a pair of army pants; he was long and slim. Maybe because he was immersed in the military life for so many years, even though all he did was simply standing there, he still looked cool and elegant.
Gu Yanzhi smiled. He walked over and handed him the tea.
Li Zhicheng spoke up, "How bad is the situation?"
Gu Yanzhi sat down on the sofa next to Li, sipped his tea, and said, "It's terrible. The CEO, to whom we paid a whopping salary, lost two billion dollars in overseas markets. And he was incredibly good at hiding the truth, even better than I am! Now that things are out in the open, he's screwed and we are in serious trouble, too!"
There was no expression on Li Zhicheng's face but a calm look around his eyes and brow.
"How much do we have left?"
His wording was vague, but Gu Yanzhi understood. "Do you mean how much is left in the market share? It's a mess in the overseas market, so forget about it. As for the domestic market, resources and funds have been mobilized to develop the overseas market, and at the news, other competitors rushed to take advantage of this opportunity. SMQ has taken the most from us. Aida's market share has fallen from twenty percent to eight percent."
Li Zhicheng stood still with the tea cup in his hand, and said nothing. Then he brushed his long fingers gently against the smooth edge of the celadon cup. "I see."
They said no more. The room filled with silence and the aroma of tea.
Gu Yanzhi looked at him, feeling that he was being a bit distant.
Of course, they'd had a great relationship since they were kids. But they had barely seen each other in recent years, and what he knew about Li Zhicheng was all based on rumors. Rumor had it that the troops Li Zhicheng commanded always had excellent performance in their military exercises, and therefore it was challenging to obtain the approval for his retirement and demobilization.
Rumor had it that he'd directed his military operations in an equally decisive, relentless, and unpredictable way, which was why he was called the "Wolf of the Southwest." This was completely unlike his handsome and restrained appearance. Young as he was, he had no interests other than his military affairs. Money, women, power, they were all alien ideas to him. In this era of luxury and debauchery, he seemed like a boring, old-fashioned man from a different time period. 
Gu Yanzhi smiled slightly. Why did the chairman decide to call back this son of his? And why had he even agreed to return?
Though the old saying went that "a business war was like a real war," the two were actually very different. The business world involved scheming and Machiavellianism. And as for him? Despite his outstanding military talents, he knew nothing about business, nor did he have any experience in the field. Besides, he was so quiet and aloof that he seemed reluctant to speak to others. How could he manage an enterprise of thousands of people?
At that moment, the secretary knocked on the door and came in.
She had a resume from the HR department.
Gu Yanzhi waved the secretary out. He sat down in his executive chair, flipped through the pages casually, and said, "Geez, under these circumstances? Our employee turnover rate has reached 30 percent this month, and somebody is still coming to us ready to work? Is she stupid or just unique?"
Li Zhicheng kept silent.
Gu Yanzhi went on to say, "Our former CEO was an *sshole, but he did well with internal management. Everyone he recruited can be considered high performer. He hired this person for himself, so I think she should be quite good. You need an assistant anyway. Do you want to keep her?"
"Your call." A cool voice. It was as if he had no interest in the person or the matter at all.
Catching a glimpse of the picture on the resume, Gu Yanzhi laughed, "Wow. It's the pretty girl we just drove by on the road." He read from the resume: "'Lin Qian. Graduated from the Department of Economics & Management in China XX University.'" He paused for a second. "She was a senior specialist of the Marketing Department in SMQ with excellent performance for consecutive years…"
Li Zhicheng turned to look at him. "Keep her."


Lin Qian used to believe that her Mr. Right needed to be handsome and reliable. An elite man in the business world who was extremely influential. A person that Lin Qian would admire, for nothing would be impossible for him.

However, when she finds her love, she realizes that what attracts her is his calmness, silence, persistence and loyalty. She loves him so much that she is willing to stand by him to face the schemes and cruelty of the business world. She just wishes to spend the best time of her life with him, regardless of what the future will be.

There was nothing special about the first time they met each other. Who knew that such an ordinary encounter would be the start of their glamorous time together? If you are looking for a light and sweet romance with a thrilling story line, then this is definitely the right book for you.

Shania had also taken notice of the recent media reports. She was not blind or deaf. She was aware of the things that the fans did in the stands and at the training ground. If she were about her thoughts, she would certainly be selfish and want Twain to stay by her side and quit. However, after more than a decade with her husband, she also knew that only he could make the final decision. Therefore, she cleverly chose to remain silent.
At such times, she could only choose to trust her husband.
"I'll have to hold a press conference in a few days to announce whether I'm staying or leaving," Twain suddenly said during dinner, which surprised Shania a little. While the media was abuzz with speculation a few days ago, Twain kept mum at home.
She was keenly aware of something.
"It's time to resolve all this," Twain said.
Her guess was right.
However, Shania did not "What's your decision?" but just nodded and did not say anything.
Twain was not surprised by Shania's reaction, so he did not offer to explain what he would say at the press conference.
There was a mutual understanding between the two of them.
　　※※※
The question of whether Twain would stay or leave obviously affected the team's performance. Nottingham Forest came close to losing against Fulham in an away game during the weekend. Fortunately, Balotelli broke through Fulham's goal with a beautiful free-kick at the last minute to equalize the score at 1:1 and save the team a point. However, because of the tie in the game, their ranking did not continue to rise but remained in seventh place.
For the Forest team to end up with a tie against Fulham was still lucky. In terms of both overall skills and actual situation, Nottingham Forest was at a complete disadvantage. If the Fulham striker had not been too wasteful with opportunities, they would have been defeated even if Balotelli had scored a goal.
Perhaps Fulham did not expect Nottingham Forest to play so poorly. They were overly excited.
For example, there were a few occasions when the goal was almost empty, and it was easier to score in such situations, but the Fulham striker excitedly shot too hard and pumped the ball straight into the stands behind the goal...
After the game, Twain admitted in an interview that he and his team had been "very, very, very lucky" today, which were his original words. He had used "very" thrice.
However, he did not criticize the team's performance.
He knew that the team's erratic performance had something to do with himself. If the crew of a ship did not know whether their most beloved captain would be able to stay after this adventure and continue to lead them to take on the world, they would grow doubtful and be swayed. It would naturally affect their combat effectiveness in battle.
Twain had thought that by staying silent, he could minimize the impact. It turned out that he was wrong. He must give his crew a decision to let them know what the future would hold.
A reporter asked, "I'd heard you promised to give a reply to the fans who want you to stay?"
Twain did not deny it. Instead, he nodded and replied, "Yes. When I get back to Nottingham, I'll announce the matter at a press conference."
The reporter did not expect Twain to answer so readily. He thought he heard wrong and hurriedly asked again, "Are you saying that you will announce whether you will be staying after the end of the season when you return to Nottingham?"
Twain nodded and did not say anything anymore. However, it was enough. The media and fans were excited by Twain's answer. As for the game... Who cared?
　　※※※
On the way back to Nottingham from London on the bus, Twain found that Evan Doughty was around, and he came to him on his own initiative.
"David..." He looked at Kerslake, the assistant manager who sat with Doughty.
Kerslake was a smart man. He knew Evan must have something to discuss with Twain from the looks of it and that it had something to do with Twain's going or staying. Therefore, he got up and gave his seat to the chairman while he saw in the seat behind, next to Eastwood.
While Kerslake gave up his seat, Twain did not say a word but looked up at the two men who exchanged seats.
When Evan sat down, he did not beat about the bush, got right to the point, and asked, "Have you made up your mind, Tony?"
Twain nodded.
"I guess it's not a good decision for me. Can I persuade you to change your mind?"
Twain shook his head and said, "If you still want my friendship, Evan, you won't do that."
Evan Doughty turned his eyes away and looked ahead with some disappointment.
Seeing how disappointed Evan Doughty was, Twain could not bear to stay indifferent, so he consoled him: "There is a saying in China that states, 'If the old doesn't go, the new will not come.' The same holds true for the Forest team and you. If I, the old guy, don't leave, how can you have a fresh new wind?"
Evan Doughty did not care about any Eastern proverbs. He only cared about one thing and said, "But I can't think of any new manager that would be as good as you. I've been looking for more than four years, but I still haven't found him."
Twain smiled. It looked like it was going to be easy for Evan to accept his departure. He just had to find him a suitable successor.
"Of course, I have a good candidate for the new Nottingham Forest manager. I think very, very highly of him. He can definitely bring the Forest team back on track."
Evan Doughty was stunned by Twain's comments because the unruly Twain seldom used such blatant flattering words to describe a man, so he searched through world-class managers in his mind.
"Don't tell me it is Mourinho?"
It was the only answer he could think of because the two had similar temperaments and he was the only person whom Twain could think so highly of.
He did not expect Twain to shake his head.
"No, it's not."
He did not explain to Evan why Mourinho was not the man. He just named his candidate.
"It's Dunn."
The name gave pause to Evan. He was not shocked, but... he basically could not recall who this Dunn was.
Twain saw the doubt in his eyes, but it did not mean anything. It was normal that the chairman of a football club could not remember an assistant manager who had left the team eight years ago. At the time, Evan was full of self-importance and was not concerned about the people and things around him.
"Do you still remember when I first brought him to the club and wanted you to give him a job?" Twain slowly recounted the story to Evan. Anyway, it was almost two hours' drive from London to Nottingham, so he had time. The journey was boring, and it was rather interesting to tell stories.
That was when Evan remembered. "That Chinese young man?"
Twain nodded and said, "He started as a regular coach in the youth team and worked as the manager of the youth team, First Team coach and assistant manager of the First Team. He left the club seven-and-a-half years ago to become the manager of Notts County team and now Notts County is ranked midstream in the EFL Championship."
When he heard "Notts County", Evan frowned. When he heard again that it was currently just a midstream team in the English Football League Championship, his frown grew deeper.
Twain naturally took note of Evan's reaction.
"Tony, this man..."
"You don't think he's famous and has an impressive enough resume?"
Evan nodded. It was what he thought. He felt strongly that a manager without prestige could not control the locker room. How many of the managers who had been brought in before could manage the big-name players? Almost none of them could control the locker room, so it became factional and the team fell apart. How could they have the strength to compete? If the manager's resume was not stellar, it meant that there were no brilliant results and it would not impress the public. Neither could it convince him that the team would have a brilliant future in this person's hands. Furthermore, the lack of brilliant results also implied that he did not have enough experience to play big. Nottingham Forest was a Premier League team and its goal was in Europe. Was an English Football League Championship manager able to cope with that level of competition?
"Not all managers need to rely on their own prominence to manage the locker room. It doesn't matter if his resume does not look good because it is easier to draw a better picture on a piece of blank paper," Twain said. "Before I got my first championship trophy, my resume didn't even look as good as Dunn's."
His words were true. Twain's resume really did not look good when he first made his debut. He lost his team's chance of qualifying for the Premier League in the most crucial game. Shortly after, he was sacked and returned to the youth team. Then, when he became Forest's First Team manager again, he had only half a season of First Team coaching experience. However, he still created the most glorious 11 years in the history of Nottingham Forest Football Club.
If Evan had kicked Twain out for not being famous and having a bad resume, perhaps Nottingham Forest would never have had that kind of glory.
"And Dunn is indeed capable enough. He just needs a better stage than Notts County. Think about the Nottingham Derby in January, when his team did well and was ahead of us for 45 minutes. I'm sure he'll do great work for you if he's given time."
"A Chinese man..." Evan was still a little worried and was not willing to be persuaded by Twain just like that.
"What's wrong with that?" Twain raised his eyebrows and added, "Chen Jian is also Chinese, but he is now part of our main force." Actually, Twain was itching to say to Evan:
I am a real Chinese man and Dunn is the true Englishman. If you're unwilling to believe in a Chinese man, it means you don't believe me. Is that it? But I've won so many championship titles...
He certainly could not say such words aloud. Twain only muttered a few remarks in his heart to express scorn for Evan's prejudiced views.
Following which, Evan fell into a long silence. The bus was moving fast and smoothly on the highway, with the players and coaches each doing their own thing. Some people listened to music with headphones on and some took a nap with their eyes closed. Some people even played games with their handheld consoles and cell phones.
Twain adjusted the angle of the back of his seat slightly and leaned back, intending to catch a few winks on the bus. As he had said, he was prone to feeling sleepy. He took the opportunity to get some rest to keep a clear head.
Evan did not seem to pay any more attention to Twain and continued in silence. Twain did not care that the club chairman was next to him either and closed his eyes to sleep right away.
　　※※※
Twain woke up when the bus arrived in Nottingham. He found that Evan Doughty was still sitting next to him. Doughty looked like he waited for him to wake up.
"What's on your mind, Evan?" He asked.
Hearing Twain's question, Evan seemed to rouse himself from deep thought and turned to look at Twain. He said, "I was wondering if your recommended successor would be willing to live in your shadow..."
Twain pulled a face. He had thought about this issue before. To Dunn, this arrangement of his might be a bit overbearing. Twain had always considered problems from his own point of view but did not seem to consider Dunn's. A young manager with little to show for in his resume suddenly wanted to become Tony Twain's successor. Such pressure was enough to overwhelm many ordinary people with poor mental strength.
However, having interacted with Dunn for so long and sharing the same unspeakable secret, Twain was fully convinced that Dunn was not an ordinary man.
"In the first few years, there may be such an influence," Twain muttered, "But it will get better slowly. Take it slow, Evan. The Forest team still has a long, long way to go..."
Evan sighed and knew he was not able to convince the stubborn man next to him.
"Very well. When would be a good time for me to approach him?"
"Wait until the season is about to end. If it's too soon, the groundless talk in the media could cause a needless stir." Twain was very glad that Evan had finally decided to accept Dunn. In that way, he was partially at ease already.
What about the other part?
As the bus pulled into Wilford, Evan patted Twain on the shoulder before getting out of the bus and said, "When do you think it's best to have a press conference, Tony? The club can arrange it for you."
"Erm..." Twain opened his mouth and looked at Evan Doughty's back as he alighted the bus, thinking that he must be feeling pleased for turning the tables...
He thought of the fans, full of anticipation, the banners dancing in the stands. Twain felt that it was much harder to deal with the fans than with the boss...
It was the truth. He had to consider feelings when dealing with the fans...


This is a story about the pursuit of victory.

— "I subscribe only to the theory of victory. I only pursue victory. As long as I am able to obtain victory, I don’t care if it’s total football or counterattack. What is the ultimate goal of professional soccer? In my opinion, it is victory, and the pinnacle of victory is to become the champions. I am a manager. If I don’t wish to lose my job or be forgotten by the people, there’s only one path for me to take, and that is to lead the team in obtaining victories, in obtaining championship titles!”

The main character was not well-liked by people.

— “⋯We conducted a survey which had been deemed by Manager Tony Twain as extremely meaningless. In a random street survey conducted, ninety-three percent of those surveyed chose the option ‘I hate Tony Twain’, while only seven percent chose the option ‘This person is rather decent, I like him’. It is worth noting that nobody chose the option ‘Who is Tony Twain? I don’t know him’. Mark, do you know why Manager Twain felt that our survey was very meaningless?” Parker, a reporter from <The Daily Telegraph> laughed loudly and said when he was being interviewed by BBC.

But there were also people who were madly in love with him.

— “⋯ Became the spokesperson of world-wide famous clothing brands, shot advertisements, frequented the fashion industry’s award ceremonies, endorsed electronic games, has a supermodel girlfriend. His earnings from advertisements exceed his club salary by seventeen times, owns a special column in various print medias, publishing his autobiography (in progress), and is even said that he is planning to shoot an inspirational film based off his own person experiences! Who can tell me which part of his life experiences is worthy of being called ‘inspirational’? Hold on⋯. Are you all thinking that I’m referring to David Beckham? You’re sorely mistaken! I’m talking about Manager Tony Twain⋯.”

He was very knowledgeable about Chinese soccer.

— “⋯ I’ve heard about it, that Bora gifted four books to his manager Mr. Zhu before your country’s national team’s warm up match. After which, the team lost 1:3 to a nameless American team from Major League Soccer. The new excuse that Mr. Zhu gave for losing the match, was that Bora gifted “books” (‘books’ and ‘lose’ are homophones in the Chinese language). Here, I recommend that you guys find out what that one specific book is. Which book? Of course the one that caused you all to score a goal. After that, tell me the title of the book. Before every match, I will gift ten copies of that same book to you. In that case, won’t you all be able to get a triumphant 10:0 win over your opponents every time?” An excerpt taken from Tony Twain’s special column in a certain famous Chinese sports newspaper.

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