In the soundproof room with optimal isolation, heavy curtains were drawn, only the overhead chandelier emitting bright light.
Zhou Wang sat at a spacious solid wood desk, wielding a sleek black pen. The gold-edged nib swiftly danced across the drafting paper, inscribing one character after another. Yet occasionally, he paused, indicating contemplation.
The floor, walls, and desk were scattered with draft papers filled with various writings and symbols. The limited edition ink from Swan Castle had been used more than halfway, showcasing Zhou Wang's intense writing session.
Fortunately, this Montblanc pen had superior quality, providing exceptional comfort while writing. Otherwise, Zhou Wang might have given up long ago.
Both the pen and ink were part of Davis Property's welcome gift for his residence, reportedly worth five figures altogether. Though such items were somewhat niche, Zhou Wang didn't quite know if they truly cost that much.
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