Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 130: Writing a Diary
Subtitle of this chapter: Sunny to rainy, rainy to sunny.
March 27, Sunday morning, sunny.
AMAZING!!!... (I want to put a hundred exclamation marks!)
The boss is actually... well, according to him, he is a scientist. A "scientist" who can communicate with spirits and cast spells! Who can believe it?
I don't know how to describe my feelings at that time. It's still a mess when I think about it now. I can only say that I was scared when the baby spirit appeared, and I was amazed when the watch restored the scene .
My BOSS must be the most amazing man in the world, right?
Well, apart from being lustful, there are almost no disadvantages...
As I write this, I remember that my door is not locked. Will he sneak in?
Forget it, there won’t be any thieves here, so just leave it unlocked.
I won't talk about this anymore. I played mahjong with my boss and others last night and watched Holy Saturday. So I have to make up for yesterday's diary now. Oh, I won a small amount of US$10 last night. I'm so happy .
The air here is much better than New York. If you want to be a singer, New York is a good place, but the air in New York is not very friendly to singers. After staying here for a day, I feel that returning to New York is a torture, a torture for the nose, throat and lungs. It's still better here.
I didn't expect that the boss's friend was Major Patton, a European war hero. Although my father used to take me to political clubs, I had never met such famous people except those senators..
Their villa was also very lovely. It was much better than any country hotel I had stayed in before. The food was delicious and the wine was freely available. Mrs. Barton also asked me if I wanted to take a bath in wine, which was said to be the best for a girl's skin. I wanted to, but I was still embarrassed to accept such a luxury.
Work...I don't have any work today.
And when I think that in such a comfortable life, I can still earn more than ten dollars, which is equivalent to my salary of the past week, I want to laugh.
In short, today is so happy, so happy, so happy... I want to say it a hundred times!
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March 27, Sunday night, sunny to cloudy.
DISGUSTING!!! (I’m going to put a hundred exclamation marks!)
Men are disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. I am really pissed off by that Chinaman.
He is so shameless that he actually dated that WHORE... I am a lady, so I'd better call you Ms. Brooks.
They went to the stables together, and they had the nerve to say they were going to the stables to see the horses! Who are you kidding? Even I know they definitely weren't going to see the horses.
I saw that Colonel Quinnard's face turned green, but to be honest, he and Ms. Brooks were just friends, so he had no right to say anything. And I...
I'm just a little secretary.
So angry!
As soon as they finished their meal, the couple went straight into the guest room.
So angry!!
By the way, what the Chinese guy said was right. The old guy he mentioned also touched me in private.
So angry!!!
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Monday, March 28, cloudy.
I was so angry that I couldn’t sleep last night, and today I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone.
Ms. Brooks hadn't left yet. She had even called a bunch of servants over, and even made me one of them...
I complained to the Chinaman and he told me to just suck it up.
If it weren’t for the salary... humph, I would definitely quit!
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March 29, Tuesday, cloudy.
I, Xiaokang, Chinaman, Ms. Brooks, and her servants came to Washington, DC.
This is my first time in the capital, but my good mood along the way was completely ruined by the two of them.
Who asked me to ride in the same car with them? These two people flirted with me without any hesitation in front of me. They are so shameless.
We lived in Ms. Brooks's mansion. This woman is really rich, but she is shameless!
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March 30, Wednesday, light rain.
I live well, eat well, and my work involves playing cards, daydreaming, reading, and chatting ... What on earth am I complaining about?
But I still feel very unhappy.
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March 31, Thursday, moderate rain.
It's raining heavily and we can't go anywhere.
The Chinaman finally finished writing his article about Germany and communism and sent it to the Washington Post. Although I couldn't understand it all, the part I understood seemed to make a lot of sense.
I have to say, that Chinese guy... I still call him BOSS because of the fifty-dollar salary he gets, he does have some talent.
This is my only job this week.
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April 1, Friday, cloudy.
The rain has stopped!
Ms. Brooks seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on BOSS, but BOSS seemed a little annoyed.
So he asked me to pack my bags this morning and leave after lunch.
But when the boss asked to leave, the hostess refused to let him go, so she cried, laughed, and shouted at the table. The boss had no choice but to carry her into the room...
When it was almost dark, the boss came out alone and hurried away with Xiaokang and me.
By the way, BOSS also wrote a short poem to Mrs. Brooks: In fact, all I hoped for was just that moment. I never asked you to give me your whole life.
It’s so shameless…but I like it!
We stayed at the Rosewood Hotel for the night.
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Saturday, April 2, cloudy.
I found that everyone in this hotel seemed to know BOSS, and he was very popular here.
But I'm very busy at work today. I need to sort out my boss's pile of handwritten manuscripts of All Quiet on the Western Front and send them to the printing house for typesetting...
It’s really strange. I haven’t seen BOSS write anything. How come there are so many manuscripts?
He told me that he wrote it every night when he couldn’t sleep…
It's really strange. Apart from doing that at night, he writes articles, but he can be full of energy during the day. I really want to ask him how he does it.
But despite being busy, I am in a good mood. I am really strange!
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April 3, Sunday, sunny.
I am fascinated by all the books written by BOSS. Although the science fiction novels he showed me these days are not my favorites, they are really wonderful.
"The Golden Fleece" made my head dizzy.
"The Country Teacher" and "Flowers for Algernon" made my eyes wet.
By the way, he also wrote a very weird beginning, which tells the story of a man living in Shelter 13 who went out to look for a water purification chip.
