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Editing Studio.
Zhao Guangzhi, an editor with five years of experience, tiredly turned on his computer at 9:41 am, and two messages from the client popped up on his phone.
"Overall, it feels pretty good, just change the music and it should be fine."
He glared at his nearly exploding screen, wishing he could give the client a new mother. Gritting his teeth, he hammered out a long string of greetings on the keyboard.
A minute later, he deleted it all and sent a cold reply.
"Okay, got it/Handshake!"
Half a day later, the client sent another message.
"Sigh, I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's missing a little something. If the editing teacher could add a touch of high-class flair, that would be great."
"Can't you speak human? High-class my ass..." He grimaced, having planned on watching a variety show after finishing work on Friday — "I Am the King of Songs" was broadcasting at 8 pm.
