In spite of this, my smart and capable female assistant still makes mistakes. Sometimes, I can clearly feel that visitors just want to earn an "information fee". The story they tell is actually read in a book or magazine, but the protagonist is replaced by themselves, claiming that it is their own experience. Faced with this situation, I will sometimes directly tell the source or source of his or her story, which often makes the scene a little awkward, but more often, I am reluctant to wear, politely thank them, and then pay them a nominal fee for the information. It's not that I'm hypocritical, but I think after all, they've done some homework, and I don't pay much-this kind of person's requirements are generally not high. Only rarely do I meet one or two people who can really provide very original and interesting writing material. After they tell their stories, I will spend a lot of time researching them,pietra gray marble, and once I find out that the story has not been narrated, I will really find gold. These subjects were artistically processed and then published in books, which proved to be successful. Almost all of my last four books are finished like this. I am a man of my word and will pay a tenth of the royalties I receive to the person who provided the material. All right, having said all that, it's time to get down to business. What I want to talk about next is my experience of writing the ninth book. I, the book,Slate Wall Panel, and the purveyors of the story-and certainly a few others-together make up this extraordinarily horrifying event. Believe me, as a veteran suspense and thriller writer, I've seen and heard all kinds of strange things. But the incident I am about to describe still chills me to the bone. I would like to remind you that after listening to this story, you must not dwell on some of the scenes or pictures in the story, otherwise, like me, you will be haunted by nightmares for a long time. The strangeness and horror of this incident is beyond the general acceptance. Including me, of course. And you. （2） It started on April 10 this year, which was Thursday, and the afternoon was the day when my assistant Xiaoya arranged for me to meet the "story provider". I remember clearly that it was a bad day with continuous rain, which was a bad omen, Grey Marble Slab ,Granite Slab Supplier, and if I were smarter, I would have realized it at that time. My studio is located on the 19th floor of the building, with excellent lighting on weekdays. But in this rainy weather, the whole room is like a gray curtain. I deliberately did not turn on the light, trying to use the sky to set off the atmosphere for the narrator. But unfortunately, the young girl sitting in front of me failed to grasp the good atmosphere. Her way of telling the story is boring and unoriginal. She didn't realize it was impossible for me to write it-the story of an old house haunted by ghosts was almost rotten, and now only a third-rate writer or screenwriter would use it. Out of politeness, I did not interrupt her in the process of telling, and I did my best to show my interest in her story. It wasn't until the girl finished that I gently pointed out that this type of story had been popular for more than a decade. The girl blushed. She told me that she was actually a fan of my book. She came here not only to tell me the story, but also to see me. Then, very sheepishly, she got up, bowed to me to show that she had delayed me, and hurried away, naturally saying nothing about the expense. Her humble attitude made me feel a little guilty and uneasy. After the girl left, I sat on the leather chair in the studio and heaved a sigh of relief. According to Xiaoya's arrangement, there are still four visitors who have made an appointment this afternoon. I really hope there will be one or two who can really make a difference-my new book is not available yet. The door of the office was pushed open, normally it should be the next visitor, but it was Xiaoya who came in. She walked up to me quickly and said to me, "Sister Qianqiu, something unexpected happened. A special guest insisted on seeing you immediately. He said he didn't have time to wait behind four people.". And he came directly to the door, and he didn't make an appointment before. Without hesitation, I said, "Then please tell him politely that he must wait patiently for a while.". Of course, if he really can't wait, he can come again next time-we have to treat every visitor fairly. "I'm afraid I have a hard time doing that." Xiaoya handed over a business card. Look who he is. I frowned, took the business card and looked at it. Just seeing the name, my lips opened. Fei Yunhan. He is a tycoon in the financial industry, ranking in the top 100 of the national rich list. Had it not been for the clear job description on the business card, I would have thought that this was a person with the same name as him. What's going on? How could this person come to visit my small studio in person to provide me with story material? I can't think straight for a while. Seeing that I was confused, Xiaoya reminded me, "Sister Qianqiu, General Manager Fei is waiting in the reception room now.". You don't have to doubt it. It must be him. I'm familiar with it on TV and in the newspaper. Then why are you still standing here? Ask General Manager Fei to come in quickly. I glared at Xiaoya. Can we afford to neglect this kind of guest? 'All Right. What about the four guests who were booked before? I hesitated a little. You tell them that I have something to do today and I can't meet them. Please ask them to choose another time. You apologize to them for me. I looked at my watch. "It's after four o'clock. Why don't you invite these guests to dinner later as an apology?" Lesser nodded: "OK, Qianqiu, I know how to do it." A minute later, Xiaoya politely took Fei Yunhan into my office. I stood up from the leather chair and stepped forward,Carrara Marble Slab, with just the right smile on my face. I tried to show the reserve of literati and the charm of women on this smiling face at the same time. I hope I did. Fei Yunhan took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with me in a gentlemanly manner. Hello, Chiaki writer. I'm sorry to take the liberty of visiting you. His speech is gentle and elegant, and he has a very refined temperament. forustone.com