Darkwalker of the Sky World

Moreover, Zhou Zhen deliberately let this emotion affect other aspects. At a reception, Zhou Zhen, who had always been steady, couldn't stand the provocation of a second generation ancestor, and had a fight with the other side.

At another reception, he couldn't bear it either, and quarreled with Palantine's competitors, saying that he would not only help Palantine to win the party election, but also help him become president.

His statement also made the Ewing family have to come out to support, let everyone know the attitude of the Ewing family in advance.

Knowing that Zhou Zhen was a little irritable because of the new book, Jacob personally called and tactfully persuaded Zhou Zhen to give up writing and focus on economics.

Zhou Zhen said that he wanted to look again and asked Jacob to give him a few months.

On January 30, Zhou Zhen, who was sleeping in the Upper East Side mansion of the Ewing family, received a systematic reminder early in the morning.

"Iris came to New York from Pittsburgh and will arrive at 1050 East 47th Street at 9:30 this evening."

Zhou Zhen calculated it in his heart. Today Thursday, there is no reception arrangement, and he can live in his own home at night with plenty of time.

He read the plot about Iris at the back of the movie in his mind again.

Iris is an underage girl, and Spot is a pimp.

He tricked Iris out of Pittsburgh, using feelings and deceit to turn a little girl around.

When she was drunk, Iris wanted to run away, but when she was awake, she didn't dare to run away.

Although Spot didn't hit her, this kind of control confuses an immature girl.

Does he like Iris? of course not!

If you like a person, how can you make the other person a woman!

He just used her immaturity to make money for himself...

Although this point is not clearly expressed, it has been metaphorized in this movie, only because Iris is not an adult, and the expression is rather vague.

In "Legend of Fallen Street", the American drama of the 1970s, the mentality of the pimps of the 1970s is vividly displayed.

Every pimp of this age deserves to die.

They have no bottom line, using alcohol, drugs, and lies to control the girls as tools for making money.

After reading it, Zhou Zhen carefully removed the hand that was resting on Jane's head. The licentious life made her sleep until noon to wake up every day.

She did not wake up, but Deborah, who was sleeping on the other side of her, did.

Seeing Zhou Zhen's movements, she murmured, then moved to Jane's side, hugged her body, and continued to sleep.

Zhou Zhen got out of bed and lay on the carpet, and started doing push-ups.

He can now use the system to maintain his state without training. But if I don't exercise every morning, my muscles seem to be weak.

Not only has it become a habit mentally, but the muscles have also become a habit.

Zhou Zhen ate a hearty breakfast served by seven people, supplemented with enough nutrition, and Deborah went downstairs in her pajamas.

Zhou Zhen asked, "What are your arrangements for today?"

"After lunch, putting on makeup and going to the auction in the afternoon. Mary is celebrating her birthday. She likes Kurin's paintings. I am going to auction one for her."

Mary is one of her cousins, she is only fifteen years old this year.

And Kurin is a famous painter in the eighteenth century in this world. Although his age is not long ago, his paintings are basically not less than one hundred thousand US dollars.

Anyway, for her, as long as it is a reasonable expenditure, money has never been a problem.

Zhou Zhen turned around and ordered the housekeeper: "Prepare some seafood and fungus, and I will cook it myself in the evening."

Deborah acted like a baby as soon as she heard it: "I want to eat the kind of chicken you made..."

Zhou Zhen made a fried chicken with yam last time, and both of them were hooked.

Zhou Zhen smiled, then turned around and said: "Then add a chicken of about two catties."

Most of the chickens in the United States are very thick chickens, seven or eight catties is normal, even more than ten catties. Like a turkey, it can grow more than ten catties, and the meat is unpalatable.

There are pheasants here too, but there are too many bones, they can't make them, and they eat very little.

Zhou Zhen said that the chicken is a small-shaped chicken, the meat is more delicious.

She leaned over and kissed Zhou Zhen on the cheek. "Honey, you are so kind."

The housekeeper and servants all smiled when they saw their affection.

Although the relationship between the three of them is a bit chaotic, everyone in the Ewing family knows that this is Deborah's problem.

Now that Zhou Zhen can accept this kind of relationship, they are already very satisfied.

Sitting next to Zhou Zhen, she asked again: "How is the new book?"

"Some clues." Zhou Zhen pretended not to talk about the new book, stood up, wiped his mouth, and then leaned over and kissed Deborah's face. "I'm going to the bank to do a little bit of business, and then go back to write a new book. I may not come back for dinner at noon, and have dinner together at night."

"good."

Driving out of the villa in Cadillac, Zhou Zhen drove along the road by the river to Xiacheng District and arrived at the bank headquarters building.

At this time Zhou Zhen became a business elite, and everyone he met nodded to him.

If he and Deborah become a direct line of the family after getting married, let alone the current chief of the investment department, it is only a matter of time before he wants to become the general manager.

So even other executives of the bank were very polite when they met him.

Zhou Zhen came to the investment department and checked yesterday's transaction records. There was nothing wrong with it.

Then he arranged to say: “After gold went to 113.5 US dollars yesterday, it looked like it lacked stamina, but I think it is more likely to be another upside momentum. In the two-day trading, hedging investment is mainly used to maintain more The order is slightly higher. Is there a contract that has been traded in these two days?"

"No, but the National Union Bank hopes to make early delivery with us. Obviously they also believe that the price of gold will rise."

"Agree to the other party's request. Money cannot be made. Sometimes maintaining a friendly relationship is the long-term solution."

The other party nodded, Zhou Zhen looked at his stored memory again, calculated and said: "In the near future, we will mainly do long orders, but we can establish a three-month short position from next week."

"Travis, do you think it will fall in three months?"

"Today's trend is a spiral, upwards as a whole, but twists and turns are indispensable."

"Understood."

Leaving the bank, Zhou Zhen drove back to his house, and then lay on the sofa and watched a stored movie.

At noon, I didn't want to go to the villa for dinner, but I didn't want to do it, so I ran to eat again, and left after the two girls started putting on makeup.

After returning, he printed a few sheets of manuscript paper, then deliberately pretended to be dissatisfied, crumpled it up, and threw it all over.

But in fact, he had already planned what to write in the third novel in his mind.

"Shawshank's Redemption" is a novella by Stephen King, whose theme is hope.

This book was originally only 85,000 words, if Zhou Zhen really wrote it, half a day would be enough.

But he didn't just copy it, because the original text was too short, only more than 80,000 words, and Stephen King's other novels were actually not good-looking at all and had no profound meaning. Zhou Zhen was not interested in copying.

He will also expand some of the plot of the movie, and add some gradual mental descriptions of "Remains of a Deserted Island".

This article does not require Zhou Zhen to bother his brains, because he has a biological computer. He only needs to integrate the two stored books with the plot of the movie. According to his own requirements, the computer can automatically generate a novel.

Zhou Zhen has been perfecting this novel in his mind recently, not only adding hope and some tribulation plots, but also integrating the racial friendship between whites and blacks, and finally wrote it in his style.

The function of the biological computer is very powerful. Based on these elements, the novel conceived is almost perfect.

Then, add a personal emotion to complete it.

Zhou Zhen already has several different styles of "Shawshank's Redemption" in his mind, each of which is 220,000 to 250,000 words.

When the time is right, just print it out.

In the evening, Zhou Zhen went back to the villa to cook. The two girls went to the auction and returned after taking pictures.

Because he was going to have a big meal, even Deborah's third uncle's family had come from Long Island when they heard the news.

Their arrival did not increase Zhou Zhen's workload, but delayed him a while after the meal.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Zhou Zhen used his inspiration to explode today as an excuse to start a small talk after the meal.

After sending away her third uncle's family, Zhou Zhen bid farewell to the two girls and drove away.

He did not go home, checked his pistol in the car, and drove directly to 1050 East 47th Street.

This is a famous red light district in New York, but it is very low-end, belonging to the world of street girls, and a paradise for female ticket passengers.

Zhou Zhen's car received a lot of attention as soon as it entered this street. Luxury cars are not common here, and many wealthy people like this tune.

But Zhou Zhen refused one by one and parked the car at the gate of No. 49, which was a convenience store.

Zhou Zhen checked the time, and there were five minutes left, so he went into the store and bought two boxes of gum and then a box of cigarettes.

After spending two minutes in the shop, the shopkeeper paid attention to him before he paid the bill and went out.

After coming out, he went in again and handed the change. "Give me another lighter."

The shopkeeper glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't be embarrassed, people who come here are all here for fun."

It turned out to be regarded as a shy female ticket customer, Zhou Zhen pretended to smile shyly, did not speak, and left the store.

Checked his watch, there was one minute left.

Zhou Zhen opened the cigarette case unfamiliarly. He didn't want to smoke and had no cravings. He just stood on the street here with no smoke in his hand, which seemed out of place.

As soon as the cigarette was lit, a taxi stopped not far from him.

The long-haired Spot took out the money in the front row to pay for the bill, while Iris in the back row was looking at the outside world curiously, with immature eyes through the car window.

Then, she saw Zhou Zhen looking at her with a bewildered face.

Spot yelled: "We're here, get out of the car and go get your luggage."

She opened the door somewhat panic, and opened it twice before opening it.

Petite, she came to the trunk, opened the trunk lid awkwardly, and Spot came to help. "Can't you hurry up?"

Zhou Zhen walked up to them and asked doubtfully: "Iris?"