Chapter 3 Chapter 3 "Not only do I praise him, I also want to support him...
Ignoring a few unimportant prompts to add friends, Lou Ye opened the dialog box with his agent.
The other party called him three times, but he didn't answer. Then he was bombarded with messages continuously.
There are more than a dozen voice messages in a row from top to bottom.
Each one is a full 60 seconds long... This is the upper limit for WeChat voice messages, not his agent's.
Lou Ye was a little annoyed and didn't have the patience to listen to it all, so he converted it into text and grasped the key points.
MG. Entertainment, will be there in half an hour.
Thinking about the two artists who signed with Qixing at the same time as him, they are now starting to emerge and taking on the leading roles in TV dramas.
Lou Ye thought for a few seconds and replied "yes".
Seeing him on track, his agent was satisfied and told him to be more focused. This was the most basic thing. After all, the opponents were all big names, so he didn't want to give the impression that they didn't take him seriously.
Lou Ye changed his clothes into black trousers and a thin off-white shirt with a slightly open collar that revealed his slender neck and clear, deep collarbone.
It’s a very common outfit, but it makes him look particularly outstanding.
Lou Ye went downstairs and took a taxi, arriving at MG on time within half an hour.
He reported Zhang Cailiang's name, and the bar receptionist looked up at him with obvious surprise in his eyes.
"Okay, okay, sir, I'll take you to the private room." The waitress seemed a little excited.
If she wasn't afraid of losing her job, she would have taken out her phone to take a photo and share it with her bestie.
When he arrived at the door of the box, the waiter knocked on the door for him and left with a red face.
Lou Ye thanked him, and someone inside opened the door.
"Xiao Lou, everyone is waiting for you, come in quickly." Zhang Cailiang pulled Lou Ye's arm affectionately.
His shoulders were too high for him to reach.
It was just a brief tug, and Lou Ye withdrew his hand without leaving a trace. He didn't like to be too close to people.
As soon as you enter the room, the laser lights in the box flash everywhere, and the frequently changing colors make people dizzy.
The three young artists in their company were just as Zhang Cailiang said, and they were dressed coolly and started singing and dancing in the box.
This scene...
Lou Ye's chest rose and fell slightly, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling.
There were two men sitting on the sofa in the middle of the box. I think they were the bosses Zhang Cailiang mentioned. There was also a handsome boy next to them who was diligently pouring wine and feeding fruit to one of them. The atmosphere was ambiguous.
Lou Ye said nothing and looked at Zhang Cailiang in confusion.
Is this what he called a proper social interaction?
Zhang Cailiang felt guilty. "Hey, Xiaolou, social gatherings are always like this." He quietly leaned closer. "The boss likes this kind of atmosphere. Don't spoil the fun!"
Now that he's here, Lou Ye won't be so tactless as to slam the door and leave.
"Come on, let me introduce you two bosses. This is Xiao Lou from Qixing. I've been signed for two years. I have great acting skills and even better looks!" Zhang Cailiang pushed Lou Ye and gave him a thumbs-up. "I'll be hoping for your continued care in the future."
Lou Ye couldn't remember how many breaths he held before he sat down stiffly on the khaki leather sofa in the box.
He has a stern appearance and an expressionless face, which makes his aura even stronger.
This appearance actually piqued the interest of one of the pot-bellied CEOs. He pushed away the boy who was feeding him wine and waved, "Xiaolou, right? Come sit next to me."
It was obvious that this physique was more exciting than that of the skinny little duck. He couldn't help but tremble with excitement at the thought of conquering such a tall man under him.
Lou Ye's chest was churning, and he felt like vomiting: "No, I'm fine sitting on the side, it's spacious."
The other person's face was obviously ugly. He might have never met anyone who dared to humiliate him like this.
Zhang Cailiang took a deep breath, afraid of offending anyone, so he walked over to Lou Ye and reminded him, "You already agreed to come, so what are you doing now?"
Lou Ye's face darkened completely: "You didn't say you wanted to drink with me!"
"Well, well, everyone in this circle is like this." Zhang Cailiang was tongue-tied. He had finally managed to get someone here, but he was afraid Lou Ye would leave on the spot. "Just listen to my advice. It's just a matter of pouring some wine and saying a few nice words, and the resources will come. This is a sure-win business. Don't make a fool of yourself at the critical moment!"
He tried to persuade him with kind words, almost kneeling down to his ancestors. The point was that if this bad temper offended someone, he would also be in trouble.
Lou Ye's head was buzzing. Seeing his agent's expression, he suppressed the extreme discomfort in his heart and stood up.
Seeing that his attitude had softened, the other party also showed a satisfied smile on his greasy face: "Xiao Zhang is still good at disciplining people."
"Of course I should. If I can make Mr. Wang happy with this round of drinking, I'd go through fire and water for it."
After saying some nice words, Zhang Cailiang pushed Lou Ye to sit down.
The little boy next to him was almost jealous to death. He served diligently for a long time, but who knew that Lou Ye would intercept him halfway.
What if all the benefits go to this person and you have no share?
"Mr. Wang, let me pour it for you. This guy looks clumsy and doesn't know how to serve you properly." The little boy bent down and knelt on the ground and said flatteringly.
The man called Mr. Wang raised his chin and laughed strangely twice, then slapped him with a loud slapping sound that caught him off guard.
"I hate things that don't have any sense of taste the most."
The little boy didn't dare cry out loud after being beaten, he just buried his head and sobbed quietly. Zhang Cailiang saw this and quickly asked other young artists to pull him out.
Lou Ye watched coldly, without even raising his eyelids.
It's just fun to play with this kind of personality! Mr. Wang, who was sitting on the sofa, quietly rubbed his way over.
Lou Ye glanced at him with cold eyes.
If he still couldn't figure out what this man meant, he thought he could go to the hospital for a CT scan to check his brain.
"Brother Zhang, two bosses, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Lou Ye ignored the other party's explicit look, stood up and said.
Mr. Wang got anxious when he heard this. How could he let the duck fly away when he had already got it? He hurriedly went over and hugged Lou Ye's waist, and squeezed his strong arms twice in a sexy and skillful way, with neither too much nor too little force.
Lou Ye's pupils opened, and he felt the disgusting and sticky touch wandering over his body again, which often appeared in his nightmares in his early years.
As if he had been stained with dirt, Lou Ye could no longer suppress his temper: "Are you fucking sick?!"
He grabbed the other person's hand and bent it. There was a crisp sound, the sound of a broken wrist bone.
Then, fists like violent raindrops hit the other person's face. The box was silent, and only Mr. Wang's screams echoed.
"Ahh... How dare you hit me!" A scream rang out.
Mr. Wang, with his bulging frame, was so tall compared to Lou Ye that he was practically powerless to fight back. If the others in the box hadn't seen the potential for fatalities from the fight and held Lou Ye back, Mr. Wang would have been carried away on a stretcher by the ambulance.
Chaos...
Is Lou Ye such a bad temper?
Usually in the company, he is quiet and never gets close to anyone. Everyone thinks he is just playing tricks and pretending to be cool.
So he was serious?
Zhang Cailiang's face turned pale with fright. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would never have let Lou Ye come.
This idiot can't even stand this little bit of grievance, just wait for his whole life to be in obscurity!
Now that such a big mess has been caused, it’s his job to clean it up: “You you…” He suddenly stuttered when he saw Lou Ye’s murderous eyes, and swallowed the words back into his stomach.
Lou Ye's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could scrape off a layer of skin from the arm that was hit and then disinfect it again with disinfectant.
He is straight and homophobic and has never been in a relationship.
From childhood to adulthood, besides women, he has also been confessed to by men. Apart from that bad experience in his childhood, this so-called social event made him the most disgusted.
Ignoring his agent's questioning, Lou Ye glanced at the scene in the box and walked out without looking back. No one dared to stop him.
The heavy wooden door slammed shut with a loud bang.
…
At the Ming family, Ming Le had just finished a family dinner. His uncle had gone home, and his mother was called back to the company by her assistant. The nanny and the maid were still cleaning up the mess downstairs.
"Young Master, it's getting late. You should go upstairs and get some rest," the elderly housekeeper said respectfully. "I'll have them clean the fish tank tomorrow. I've also prepared Snowball's imported dog food. Can you feed him tomorrow morning?"
Mingle looked up at the square, three-story-high fish tank and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Li."
I have a dog named Snowball, and I often feed him and take him out for a walk.
Mingche, that annoying guy, just increased everyone's workload. He said he liked fish, but he had never seen him feed the fish once.
It would be great if the fish tank broke one day when he was the only one at home, because the amount of water in it would be enough to wash Mingche directly onto the street.
It would be best if the entertainment industry could take a picture of him so that his crazy fans can see how miserable he looks.
Mingle was so angry that he pressed the elevator to the second floor and went upstairs to take a shower and rest.
Every corner of the room is covered with white cashmere carpets to ensure that the owner of the room will not catch a cold even if he walks barefoot on the floor.
After taking a shower and changing into blue silk pajamas, Mingle lay on the soft big bed in a spread-eagle position.
His somewhat fleshy face sunk into the pillow, looking soft.
The pajamas were short, revealing fair and well-proportioned legs. The cold white instep had transparent blue veins, and the round and cute toes were curled up.
Because he raised his hand too big, his loose pajamas moved up, revealing his slender and flexible waist, and his feet swayed up and down.
"I haven't acted in any plays."
Ming Le held his phone and searched Lou Ye's name on the browser, but only found a few small roles he had played.
There are too few scenes, and some of them only appear for a few seconds.
Even his Weibo followers are only a few hundred, pitifully few, even less than his own. He doesn't look like a public figure at all.
Ming Le wished that his uncle could make his idol famous right now. What kind of eyes do those directors have? They don't even want such a good seedling. They are simply blind!
And Lou Ye’s company is not good at all. It doesn’t have any good resources. They sign people and then put them on ice!
His agent also has shifty eyes, definitely not a good person!
Agent?!
Mingle realized it later and reached out to search every corner of the bed.
"Where's the business card?"
"Oh no! That's terrible!"
He was even planning to ask his uncle to contact this person for him!
Mingle jumped up from the bed and rushed out of the room. Mingche, who had just knocked on the door and came in with a small bowl of tonic soup, was startled by him and the tray in his hand almost flew out.
"Little brat, how many times have I told you not to be reckless and not to do strenuous exercise!"
Mingle didn't care about him and ran out while the door was open.
He put the business card of Lou Ye's agent inside his school uniform. Just now, Aunt Liu seemed to be holding the clothes and saying that they were covered with so many unpleasant odors, so she took them out and threw them away!
Mingche put down the tray and followed him out. His brother was crazy.
After thinking for a moment, he pulled out a small white card from his trouser pocket: "Are you looking for this? Just now, Aunt Liu saw me coming to your room and told me to give it to you."
Ming Le immediately recognized the business card he had lost: "Why didn't you give it to me earlier? I thought Aunt Liu had lost it."
He reached out to grab it, but Mingche raised his hand deliberately.
Mingle is only 174cm tall and can't reach it, and his brother is half a head taller than him.
Mingle's eyes widened, and he was as anxious as a rabbit: "Boss, what are you doing!"
Mingche signaled with his eyes, and Mingle looked down and saw his bare feet.
"Go back to your room and put your shoes on first."
Ming Le muttered: "Why is she like an old woman?"
Mingche's handsome facial features were distorted for a moment. He thought he wanted to control it.
His father died early and his mother was busy. If this kid wasn't his biological brother and had been in poor health since childhood, Mingche would have been too lazy to pay attention to him.
A boy, so delicate.
Mingle walked into the room, put on his slippers, and held out his hand: "Give it to me."
Seeing that he was obedient, Ming Che pointed at the supplements he had brought to him and said, "Eat it. It will get cold soon."
Mingle gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
He is made to eat these disgusting things every day, either sea cucumber or bird's nest, either bird's nest or ginseng!
It wasn't even as delicious as the oden he and Dazui had in the back street of the school.
Ming Le didn't act up even though he was being watched. He just accepted his fate and chewed and swallowed the sticky thing.
Mingche didn't try to coax him and returned the business card to him.
"Why, are you planning to enter the entertainment industry?"
Even if you want to play in the circle, there is no need to find a small, unknown company. What good resources can it have?
There's something wrong with the little devil.
"No, I just suddenly became interested. I don't have any talent, so why would I enter the entertainment industry?"
He is quite self-aware. His younger brother only practices violin and painting for fun, but he only has the basics.
Being a jack of all trades but not a master of any of them is not good enough at all.
Mingche took a tissue and wiped his mouth. To make it easier for him, Mingle raised his chin.
"It's good that you know. Do you think the entertainment industry is that easy? There are so many talented people. If you had your brother's looks and talent, you'd be fine, but there's no one else like me in this industry."
"What talent do you have?" Ming Le said disdainfully, "My mom says you're tone-deaf. You'd better go home and help her manage the company."
"Besides, there's nothing I can't find another one like him. My idol is more handsome than you, has a better figure, and is even much taller than you. He's a lot taller." Ming Le stretched his hands apart to measure the length, and added, "He's also a great actor!"
Although he found very few of Lou Ye's plays on the Internet, he had sharp eyes and could tell that Lou Ye's acting skills were outstanding.
Mingche doesn't care at all. He is just playing around in the circle and will come back to inherit the company sooner or later.
It doesn't matter if he's a singer or not, or if he's tone-deaf. Every time he releases an album, it tops the annual, monthly, and weekly sales charts, leaving his contemporaries envious.
"Hey, who is your idol?!" No sarcastic remark made him feel uncomfortable like this one.
Ming Le felt guilty, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and he sat upright: "Uh, no one, you heard it wrong."
Mingche: "Do you think I'm a fool?"
What a cheap younger brother, he is so disloyal. His own brother is also a public figure, but he doesn’t support him, but supports other men?
"Okay, okay, boss, you go out first. I want to sleep." Ming Le pushed people out of the door. He had to call his uncle to talk about Lou Ye later, and he couldn't let his brother know.
He hadn't had a chance to talk to his uncle in detail during the dinner just now.
Humph, the little devil has his own secrets.
Seeing that it was indeed getting late, Ming Che didn't press the issue any further: "If you need to rest, then do it now. Take care of yourself."
"If I find you staying up late playing games on your phone again, you will..." Mingche threatened, wiping his neck, "You understand?"
Everyone kept reminding him to take care of his health, making him look like a crispy chicken... Mingle was a little annoyed and said he knew.
After locking the door, Mingle pulled out his hidden cell phone from under the covers and dialed the number: "Uncle?"
…
Hotel room, bed.
Shu Yuquan took a few deep breaths and answered the phone.
The young man next to him had rosy cheeks, charming eyes, and the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose were crooked, which was very different from the serious elite image he had during the day.
Shu Yuquan: "Lele, do you want to check what time it is?"
Mingle glanced at the time: "It's not that late!"
He didn't want to think too much about it. After all, his uncle had always been very indulgent towards him. He thought that if he wanted to kill someone, there was no doubt that his uncle would hand him the knife.
Shu Yuquan comforted the young man and said patiently, "Uncle knows. It's just that you like an actor now and want me to support him. No problem."
Mingle said yes, and the boy's voice on the phone was clear: "Not only that, I will also support him!"
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