Can You Be Replaced?
In a room decorated with golden statues and gaudy wall piece decorations, a long dining table that could seat 20 people took the center stage to shine.
It was made of wood that was painted in gold, giving off a feeling of garishness and exaggerated show of wealth.
At the head of the table sat a man in his late twenties, looking through some sort of files. He had silver hair and wore black framed glasses. He gave off the feeling of power and presitige.
Gu Shu took glances at the man every few seconds, and would look away when he seemed to notice her stare.
Opposite her sat a man with a big pot belly, smiling at the silver-haired man.
"Mr Xiu!" Mr Gu called in excitement. "How is the food?"
President Xiu froze.
He stared at the file in his hand without actually seeing it, his attention on Mr Gu's words.
He looked away from the file towards the front of him.
An exquisite plate of stake sat by his hand.