Subtitle of this chapter: Sunny to rain, rain to sunny.

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Sunday morning, March 27, sunny.

AMAZING!!!……(I want to make a hundred exclamation marks!)

The BOSS is actually...well, according to his own words, a scientist, a "scientist" who can communicate with psychics and spells! Who can believe it?

I don’t know how to describe my mood at that time, but now I think about it. I can only say that the baby spirit is afraid when it appears, and the scene of the watch restoration is amazing.

My boss should be the most amazing man in the world, right?

Well, there are almost no shortcomings except lust...

Having written this, I remembered that my door was not locked, would he sneak in?

Forget it, there will be no thieves here, so don't lock them up.

I won’t talk about this anymore. Last night I played mahjong with the boss and the Holy Saturday vigil, so I had to write my diary of yesterday. By the way, I won ten dollars last night and I was so happy.

The air here is much better than New York. If you want to be a singer, New York is a good place, but the air in New York is really not very friendly to singers. After staying here for a day, I feel that returning to New York is a torture, a torture for my nose, throat and lungs. It’s better to be here.

I didn't expect that the BOSS's friend was Major Patton, a European hero. Although my father used to take me to a political club, I have never seen such a famous person except those senators. (Author's note: This is true in history. Miss Moman's father is a participant in political activities and often takes his daughter to such places.)

Their villa also wants to be cute. It is much better than the country hotels I have stayed in before, the food is delicious, and the wine can be even more open. Mrs. Barton also asked me if I wanted to take a bath with wine. It is said that this is the best for girls. I really want it, but I am still embarrassed to accept such luxurious behavior.

Work... I don't have a job today.

And when I think about such a comfortable life, I can still get more than a dozen dollars in the same salary as my past week, I want to laugh.

Anyway, it’s so exciting today, so exciting, so exciting... I want to say it a hundred times!

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On Sunday night, March 27, it turned to cloudy.

DISGUSTING!!!……(I want to put a hundred exclamation marks on it!)

Men are so disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, I was so angry that I was so angry that I was so angry by that Chinese guy.

He was so shameless that he actually had to do with that WHORE...I am a lady, or a lady Brooks,

They went to the stable together, and they had the face to say that they went to the stable to see HORSE! Who are you going to the stable? Even I know that they definitely didn't go to the HORSE.

I saw that Colonel Que and That Al's face turned blue, but to be honest, he and Ms. Brooks were just friends and had no right to say anything. And I...

I'm just a little secretary.

So angry!

As soon as the meal was finished, the dog and the man and the woman went straight into the guest room.

Very angry!!

By the way, the Chinese guy was right. The old guy he said touched me privately.

Very angry!!!

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Monday, March 28, cloudy.

I was so angry that I couldn't sleep last night, and today I was so angry that I wanted to kill someone.

Ms. Brooks hadn't left yet. If she didn't leave, she even called a group of servants. Even I became one of the servants.

I complained to the Chinese guy, and he told me to bear it.

If it weren't for the salary... Humph, I would definitely have quit my job and left!

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Tuesday, March 29, it was cloudy.

I, Xiaokang, Chinese, Ms. Brooks, and her group of servants came to Washington, DC.

This was my first time to come to the capital, but my good mood along the way was destroyed by the two of them.

Who told me to ride in the same car with them? These two people are not shy about me at all.

We moved into Ms. Brooks' mansion. This woman is so rich, she is shameless!

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Wednesday, March 30, light rain.

I live well, eat well, and work is just playing cards, reading books and chatting... What am I complaining about?

But I still feel very upset.

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Thursday, March 31, moderate rain.

It was raining heavily and I couldn't go anywhere.

The Chinese finally wrote his article about what kind of German design was redundant and sent it to the Washington Post. Although I can't understand everything, the part I understand is really reasonable.

I have to say that Chinese guy... still calls him a boss for the sake of his 50-dollar salary per week, and he is indeed a bit talented.

This is my only job this week.

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Friday, April 1, cloudy.

The rain has stopped!

Ms. Brooks seemed to be increasingly unable to live without the boss, but he seemed a little bored with the boss.

So he asked me to pack my luggage this morning, prepare to have lunch and say goodbye and leave.

But when the boss asked to leave, the hostess refused to let him go, so she cried, made a fuss, laughed and screamed at the dinner table. The boss had to carry her into the room...

When it was almost dark, the boss came out alone and hurriedly left with me and Xiaokang.

By the way, the boss also wrote a short poem to Mrs. Brooks: Actually, what I hope for is only that moment, I have never asked you to give me your life.

It's so shameless...but I like it!

We checked into the Rosewood Hotel in the evening.

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Saturday, April 2, cloudy.

I found that everyone in this hotel seemed to know the boss, and he is very popular here.

But I am very busy today. I have to organize a lot of handwritten articles from "No War on the West Front" and send them to the printing house for layout...

It's really strange. I haven't seen anything written by the boss. How come so many manuscripts appear?

He told me that it was written every night when I couldn't sleep...

It's so strange. He writes a manuscript at night except for that, and he can still be lively during the day. I really want to ask how he did it.

But no matter how busy I am, I feel very good. It’s so strange!

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Sunday, April 3rd, sunny.

I am fascinated by the books written by the BOSS. Although I have read science fiction novels that I didn’t like very much these days, these novels are really exciting.

"Golden Wool" made my head dizzy.

"The Country Teacher" and "Bouquets for Algeron" made my eyes wet.
Chapter completed!