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The old editor who had previously made sarcastic remarks about her thick skin now seemed a little embarrassed. He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and spoke up. His voice was eight octaves softer than before, and he sounded a little ashamed: "Yeah, the most annoying thing about this job is that kind of leader who just says something feels wrong but can't pinpoint what it is. Your notes are more detailed than our own debriefings. You really have something to offer."

He paused, his fingertips unconsciously brushing against the notes document Shen Zhiyi had sent on the desktop, which he had highlighted with a highlighter. His voice lowered a little, "Before... we were blind and spread some nonsense. Now everyone is convinced that you really have the ability, not some crooked trick."

Several colleagues who had been gossiping earlier nodded in agreement. One of them waved his phone, revealing a note from Shen Zhiyi, highlighted in color, and his tone was full of genuine approval: "That's right. Before, we believed everything we heard, but now, seeing your professionalism, no wonder people said you were an outsider. With such a capable editor, it's no wonder President Lu was so eager to hire you! You're efficient and you teach, a hundred times better than a boss who only knows how to shift blame."

Yang Chun'er, listening smugly from the side, crossed her arms and shook her head, then leaned close to Shen Zhiyi's ear and whispered smugly, her voice low but unable to hide her laughter: "You really have a way. No explanation is as good as your abilities. I almost believed everyone's rumors before, but luckily I'm smarter than them and I saw through your true colors long ago, so I'm on your side!"

After listening, Shen Zhiyi's ear tips turned slightly pink. Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cool edge of the tablet. It wasn't pride, but a heavy warmth. She had never thought of relying on anyone for support. She only wanted to make a living with her own skills. Now, what everyone recognized was her professionalism, which made her feel more at ease than any clarification statement.

"But it's already past closing time, aren't you guys... going home for dinner?"

Shen Zhiyi felt a little embarrassed, because before she arrived, Jiang Xing didn't have the habit of working overtime.

Those present waved their hands dismissively: "Sigh, it's rush hour going back now, we'll just get stuck in traffic. We might as well stay here and do some more research to improve our skills."

"Over the years, although Mr. Lu's main job is making movies, we've never really had much of a conversation with him about editing."

"He's too busy. The entire General Star team needs his approval. He can only point out what needs to be changed, and we have to figure out his ideas ourselves every time. It's extremely painful to make changes. Although we don't work overtime, we're even trying to figure out President Lu's intentions in our dreams, which is more painful than working overtime..."

Mentioning this brings a look of distress to everyone's face; recalling that experience is painful for everyone.

It's said that not working overtime is actually more painful than working overtime.

"Well... keep an eye on the time. I was late this morning and wasted time, so I need to make up for it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'll be right here at my workstation."

Shen Zhiyi pointed to her own position.

When she returned to her workstation, Yang Chun'er pulled her aside and whispered in her ear, "You pointed out their problems, and you even offered to answer them? Have you forgotten how they used to berate you?"

"You're not some kind of innocent, naive heroine from a novel, are you?"

In terms of personality, Yang Chun'er is somewhat similar to Tan Gui, but Yang Chun'er is more bright and outgoing, after all, she is a child born into a wealthy family and has a lot of confidence.

While looking at the screen, Shen Zhiyi said, "I pointed out their problems in the hope that their editing and mine could be spliced ​​together smoothly. The solution will not only hone my skills, but also make their work more efficient in the future. I don't know if they are innocent or not, but I know that if it is a little troublesome now, it will be easier for me in the future."

She patted Shen Zhiyi on the shoulder, picked up her bag—which was worth as much as a car—with one hand, and swayed as she walked out.

It's 6:30 at the top of the building.

Lu Zichuan had just finished a long, interdepartmental meeting. His neck was sore from the tension. He raised his hand and tugged at the tie that was tightening his Adam's apple. He felt like he had used up half his energy, and even when he leaned back in his chair, he was exhausted.

He glanced down at his watch, his fingertips tapping the table unconsciously.

In the morning, he insisted that Shen Zhiyi make up for the two hours he missed, but given her personality, she definitely wouldn't leave on time.

He paused for two seconds, as if convincing himself that he was just checking on the progress on the way, and got up to walk towards the elevator.

Assistant Wang was waiting outside the door with a stack of documents. Seeing him come out, she hurried over: "Mr. Lu, would you like me to prepare the car?"

Lu Zichuan waved his hand without saying a word and went straight into the elevator that went directly to the editing floor. Assistant Wang understood and silently followed.

The elevator doors opened with a "ding" at the editing room floor. Through the frosted glass, Lu Zichuan immediately saw that the lights in the editing room were still on. The warm yellow light enveloped the figure he had been longing for. Shen Zhiyi was standing slightly hunched over by an editor's workstation, tapping the screen with her fingertips and talking to someone. Her profile was coated with a soft velvet by the light, making even her jawline look incredibly soft.

Even though he couldn't hear her through the glass, his mind automatically conjured up the image of her gently explaining the editing points. The frustration he had accumulated during the meeting vanished in an instant, and even the soreness in the back of his neck lessened.

Assistant Wang also went over to look, puzzled: "What's going on today? Usually, this floor is deserted by six o'clock, so why is everyone here today?"

Just then, an editor came out with an empty water glass. Before Lu Zichuan could give any instructions, Assistant Wang went up to him and asked, "Why haven't you left yet? The company doesn't pay overtime."

The editor, who had been rubbing his eyes and yawning, looked up and saw Assistant Wang, then glanced at the person standing behind Assistant Wang. He instantly jumped, his relaxed shoulders stiffened, he almost dropped the cup in his hand, and his voice rose eight octaves:

"Reporting to Assistant Wang! It's Sister Zhi! She's looked at every single one of our submissions, marking down down to the smallest detail—which frame was off by 0.1 seconds, which section was too dark—and even provided suggested revisions and reference clips! We all volunteered to stay and edit, refusing overtime pay, just wanting to get the new footage out as quickly as possible for Sister Zhi to see!"

He looked just like a green recruit meeting his superior, practically ready to stand at attention and salute on the spot.

Lu Zichuan looked through the glass and, sure enough, everyone in the room was staring at their screens, typing away on their keyboards. Next to each screen was a colorful sticky note with clear, crisp handwriting—Shen Zhiyi's handwriting, which he recognized at a glance. She always had a habit of adding a small hook to the last stroke of the character "枳" when she wrote. He had memorized it well from her previous signature on the statement.

His brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and he suddenly spoke, his voice flat yet carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible meaning: "You... weren't you still defiant towards her before?"

Mentioning this, the editor, who had just been so nervous he was stuttering, suddenly became very talkative, gesturing excitedly with his hands:

"President Lu, you don't know! We only started making a fuss because of rumors spread by Su Manman. Now, who doesn't agree? The bosses we had before would just say 'it doesn't feel right, redo it,' which was completely useless. But Sister Zhi's notes are more detailed than our own debriefings. She's really got it! Now our whole team is convinced. She deserves the project you specifically mentioned!"