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"Old King, Old King, would you help me take a look? This printer isn't working!" A white-collar lady, seemingly in her late twenties with fair skin and a fresh look, cooed over at Yves King: "Look what's going on? It can't even print anything. It's a useless piece of junk!"
Now, although Yves King isn't the most handsome man around, he, not even thirty yet, has a whiff of mature manliness about him. He may always seem to be chill and idle, but when he does things, he is/was usually quite reliable and steady, earning the trust of his colleagues. Furthermore, he is rather strong, capable of easily lifting weights of two to three hundred pounds, indicating the robust physique hiding under his security uniform.
Most importantly, Yves King has a very easy-going temperament. He gets along with the ladies very well. With a ready wit and an inexhaustible repository of icebreakers and jokes, he has a good reputation in the company garnering praises from many.
