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Personal information?
Gu Xinglan read ten lines at a glance, but after finishing, she only felt a headache.
This is practically like checking someone's household registration.
The paper contains not only personal information, but also family information, down to details such as school graduation, workplace, and annual income.
"System, I don't have this identity information, so I can't start writing."
System: [Please fill in the blanks you know how to write first.]
It's a two-sided page. The first page contains common personal and family information, but things start to get strange from the second page onwards.
This sounds like career planning for college students.
Ideal job?
System: [The original owner's ideal job was to be a star and make a lot of money!]
However, given the current situation, the original owner is still a small-time TV host.
There are 360 professions, and every profession can produce an expert; Gu Xinglan neither agrees nor disagrees.
System: [Do you know why the original owner was a TV host?]
"Hmm?" Gu Xinglan paused in her writing.
"what?"
System: [This is related to the second hidden plot. How about it, host? Do you have the motivation to complete it?]
"I am not interested in the original owner's past."
He's come to terms with this world; to him, it's just a game, a game that's almost too real.
The key point is that the game is still at the hard difficulty level.
"But... I'm quite interested in the hidden storyline, it's just that I haven't been able to make any progress yet."
The initial drive to complete the hidden storyline has gradually worn off.
To enable large-scale production by farmers, the household contract responsibility system is still needed. The same applies to enterprises. They should pay taxes as required, and after paying taxes, they will still have a considerable amount left for themselves. In all industries, development is inseparable from incentives, and incentives provide motivation.
But he always ends up injured while working on hidden storylines, so forget about the rewards; he's lucky to even be alive right now.
Thinking of this, Gu Xinglan shook her head repeatedly and wrote "Make money as a big star" in the "Ideal" column.
"Any more?"
System: [That's all... The original owner was just that simple and unpretentious; money was her only driving force.]
"What about the things you like?"
System: [It's money too.]
Gu Xinglan: "..." The words may be rough, but the meaning is sound, and he likes them too.
Just as I was about to pick up my pen to write, the system interrupted me, saying: [Actually, the host doesn't need to follow the rules. You can try writing your own things.]
"The possibility is not high. Since Li Taihe chose to marry the original owner, it proves that he did a very thorough background check on the original owner."
Looking at the words "preferences," Gu Xinglan paused: "However... this kind of highly subjective question, perhaps Li Taihe found that my profile was different from the one he had researched, so he asked me to write this."
The table on the second page is actually the most important.
Use these questions to judge what kind of person he is.
Thinking of this, Gu Xinglan slowly moved the pen in her hand.
The word "movie" is written with a powerful stroke.
The system, upon seeing this, asked: [You like watching movies?]
"Yes, through movies and books, I get to know different people and lives."
System: [Different lives? Then why don't you choose to watch TV dramas?]
"It takes too long, the quality varies, and it requires more effort. Of course, I'm still willing to try to look at excellent works."
Gu Xinglan had a faint smile on her lips and a gentle expression. If she had a cup of tea with chrysanthemum or goji berries on her side, she would be the epitome of a retired cadre.
System: [The host also likes music? But it's all mainstream stuff.]
"You know, pursuing niche interests on a planet with billions of people is actually a very common thing. You either like it or you don't. Being yourself is the most important thing."
The system seemed to see another person wearing a white coat and a work badge...
……
He could listen to simple light music and classical music all day long without getting tired of it, if it was played on the piano.
After finishing writing, I quickly looked at the next one.
The result showed the words "emotional relationship".
System: [The original owner had twelve girlfriends, was extremely romantic, and a true player!]
The twelfth person, Gu Xinglan felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.
He has seen so many patients heartbroken over love that he can't count them on two hands.
"System: Do those people... still exist?" Gu Xinglan moved her throat, feeling that this question was not very good. She weighed her tone and asked again, "Did the original owner have any emotional entanglements with other people?"
System: [Host, you'll need to explore this yourself. If you really want to know, you can try exploring the second hidden storyline.]
……
The person on the sofa remained focused on the emotional relationship, hesitating to write anything.
Li Huiwen glanced at his watch, leaned forward slightly, and said with utmost respect, "Madam, I have other matters to attend to. If you have finished filling out the form, please send it to the company. Also, please remember to dress up."
"Is President Li also in the company?" Gu Xinglan looked up, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Yes, it would be better if you handed it to him yourself."
After saying that, he left in a hurry.
After being cleansed by the torrential rain, the air in Wushui was fresher than ever before, like a painting that had been repainted.
On the streets, the water had not completely receded, forming puddles of varying sizes that reflected the sky and the buildings along the street, like a mirror world that had been broken and reassembled.
People were everywhere, and the constant rustling of brooms filled the air. Anyone who went outside could see people wearing fluorescent jackets. This scene continued until night, and it practically renovated the entire western part of Wushui and the city center.
Gu Xinglan wore a loose Chanel tweed jacket, its classic woven texture interspersed with delicate gold threads, shimmering slightly under the neon lights of the skyscrapers. Underneath, she wore a silk chiffon blouse with a silk bow casually tied at the neckline, hanging straight down to her chest.
Her lower body was clad in loose, wide-legged trousers that undulated naturally like waves as she walked, and she wore a Hermès belt inlaid with gemstones around her waist.
"How about it?"
Gu Xinglan's tone was awkward as she hesitantly pulled down her coat.
The coat was only waist-length, and if he raised his arm, his inner layer would be exposed, which was also slightly transparent.
"Uh, well, it was Huiwen's assistant who had it delivered." Gu Xinglan looked at the man leaning against the car door smoking.
Li Huiwen told him to go find this person, but unexpectedly, this person actually drove over to pick him up.
The smoke isn't overpowering; it even has a subtle fragrance.
But as Gu Xinglan got closer, she couldn't help but cough a few times, raising her eyes and blushing as she said, "I'm not used to wearing clothes like this. You don't need to ask someone to buy me new clothes next time."
"If you don't like it, you can change it. There's still plenty of time." Li Taihe stubbed out his cigarette, the action so practiced that it seemed he had done it countless times before.
Gu Xinglan looked at the bulging veins on the back of the man's hand...
And those eyes.
It seemed to carry a substantial weight, like the undercurrents of a hawk eyeing its prey, and now, staring directly at him, it was as if it wanted to dissect his entire soul.