The next morning, in the office.
Wang Jian watched as the image designer Irene and the so-called promotional director were rearranging his office.
"Come on," he complained, "the computer screen is blinding near the window, it's completely impossible to work."
"Golden sunlight spilling on your black bangs will give off more of an artist's vibe," Irene casually replied.
"Right, you'll also need to change your cup."
She took out a crystal goblet and placed it on the desk.
"So, I'm supposed to be in a tailored suit, drinking mineral water from a goblet, and then typing?" Wang Jian was speechless.
"That's precisely the image best-selling authors should have in the eyes of the public," Irene replied without changing her expression.
"Damn character setup!" Wang Jian bit his teeth, sat down in the office chair, and began to do some of the poses designed by Irene.
He loosened his tie gently, unbuttoned the top two buttons of his white shirt, and slowly started typing.
