Night fell. I was slumped over the counter, racking my brains and scratching my head until it hurt, yet I had only managed to write eight hundred words.
For three days, the reflections I handed in had been rejected twice. Master Hong said I wasn't to write a diary; I had to write profound insights. I knew what insights were: nothing more than self-sacrifice, abstaining from killing innocent souls, and reflections on the experiences I had been through. But to demand five thousand words from me was practically murder...
However, over these past three days, Master Hong had returned from Qingdao. After scouting the locations, he put forward some highly constructive ways to adjust the feng shui. I forwarded his notes word-for-word to Zhou Jianjian and pocketed thirty thousand yuan without even stepping out the door, which considerably brightened my mood.
Chapter 105