MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 64

The door of the manager's room was pushed open and fell, and the young agent stepped out of it with a look of unequal expression.

"Yo," came the strange tone of yin and yang behind him. "This is not the headline of today."

There is no need to look back, the agent also knows who is coming, he stops and waits for that person to proudly go around in front of himself.

"I really admire you," the opposite person put his hands in his arms, and bowed forward. "None of your entertainers have been on the front page. You went up first yourself. What is this?" ! "

"You said enough," the agent said coldly.

"Hey," the man sighed again, pretending to be regretful. "You and I entered the company the same year, worked as assistants under the same master, and rose to work as agents in the same year. What is the result now? There is more potential than one. The artistes in your hands are unknown and one by one. Are you worthy of them? "

"At least I'm a broker," the broker retorted forcefully, "not a pimp."

Colleagues sneered, "Unfortunately, in this circle, I only ask for fame, regardless of the means. At least I am better than you now, and you are about to roll out and leave, this is the truth."

He grabbed the newspaper on the side of the newspaper rack, and took the newspaper folder to the agent's arms, and the huge title was exposed-"entertainer encounters hidden rules, the agent bombarded the entertainment circle."

"Receive, take it as a commemoration, but this is the first headline in your life, and it is probably the last one. Don't expect that you will go out from here, there will be other agencies to hire you. You do not follow the rules in the circle "He poked at the newspaper." This is the price. "

The agent grabbed the newspaper folder and said, "You can rest assured that I will collect such memorable things. Of course, I will also use him to educate my son after 20 years. To be a straight man, the artist is the agent. So do people, as long as you stand on your own words, don't do anything against your conscience. "

"But the word," the agent pressed his chest with a newspaper folder, "I'm afraid you have been deleted from the input method long ago."

"I really like this job to be true, but if you want to be with you, you don't do it!"

After speaking, he walked away without looking back, and behind him came the ridiculous sarcasm of his colleagues, "Go away with your dreams!"

The agent moved out of the company's door with a cardboard box, and only two people came out to deliver him. He didn't look up, but knew that there must be many former colleagues looking at him across the glass, and when he thought of it, his back was straighter.

One of the two people who saw off was the newcomer who was on the front page with him today. It was only half a year after his debut. Where I have seen this posture, I kept crying behind the agent and never stopped.

When the sun is shining, the high temperature and crying are intertwined, which makes the agent feel irritable.

"Cry enough?" He couldn't help turning his head and reprimanded, "If you can become famous with just two drops of tears, you would have won the Golden Rabbit Award!"

The little girl was so fierce that he did not dare to cry, sobbing in a low voice.

The agent was a little unbearable at this time, and he could get rid of the quagmire immediately, but thinking of the other party to go alone in this complicated situation, he couldn't help worrying about her future.

"Don't you really want to be a broker?" Asked another offender. "I think you're a good broker."

He gathered his courage. "Brother, which company are you going to jump to, I'll jump with you."

The agent smiled bitterly, "It's not that I don't want to do it, it's because I can't do it. I have committed the taboo in this industry, and no agency will hire me."

The little **** the side burst into tears, and her eyes became redder.

The agent turned around, trying not to let his emotions leak. He is also just thirty years old, and he is still very young. He has also worked hard for ace agents. He also dreamed that one day his entertainers could become film emperors and stand on the podium to thank the agents for the cameras.

Today, however, all this is over. If time goes backwards, will he still be so impulsive that he will not be able to give the answer himself.

With his cardboard box, the agent stepped away from the company's door step by step, raising his hand, stopping not a taxi, but a black car.

The co-pilot got on and off in his early fifties. He politely poked at the agent, "Is that ... sir?"

The agent was not surprised that the other party would know his name. His name and photo were published in today's morning newspaper. His personal details were more detailed than the wanted order.

"What's the matter?" He asked suspiciously.

The old man handed over an A4-size envelope, the agent took it, opened it, and suddenly opened his eyes.

His cell phone also happened to ring at this time, strange calls, the agent did not answer until the third ring.

"Which one?"

"Did you see the contract?" A strange voice came from the phone.

The agent frowned. "Who are you?"

"If you sign the contract, I am your future employer, otherwise we are strangers."

"Do you know who I am?"

"I read today's morning paper."

"Don't you dare sign me?"

"I found you just because I saw it," said the weird voice. "Of course you can choose not to sign, but I think you must be clear. If you want to work in this field, this is probably what you can get. The last contract. "

"Are you intimidating?" The agent thought funny, and said smoothly. "What about temptation?"

"The lure has been clearly written in black and white."

The agent glanced quickly through the contract and took a sigh of relief when he saw the salary.

"Are you sure you're not playing me? This is a trick show, is the camera?" He looked around.

"I don't think I have that interest."

"How can I trust you?"

"I will advance your salary for one year," the old man just handed in another envelope with a bank card embedded in it, "and my request is that you be on the job immediately."

"So fast?" The agent was still dubious. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go to a place and meet someone. He will be the only artist you will be responsible for in the next ten years."

"One?"

"I want you to treat him with all your heart, from career development to daily living, you must take care of him."

The agent was silent, "Is he his agent or his father?"

"If you can, I hope you become his family."

The agent looked up at the sky. "What's his name?"

"Ling Lang! Someone will protect you, come out!"

The agent was shocked by the sound of an iron door. He looked around. The mysterious man asked him to pick him up, but he never thought it was to visit the detention center.

His thoughts drifted back to ten minutes ago--

"Are you sure he is the person I am looking for?" The agent looked at the file several times and couldn't believe that the artist he was responsible for turned out to be a prisoner.

"Why are you looking for anyone who can't even figure out for yourself?" The police officer asked back.

The agent stared straight at the photos on the file, "What did he do?"

"Intentionally hurt someone."

"Serious?"

The police officer grinned at him with a smile, "Is it serious to break off the grandchildren?"

The agent immediately felt the pain in the room. It was unexpected that the youth who looked completely harmless in this photo was such a hidden violent.

"Who is the other person?"

"It's inconvenient to disclose."

"So ... he's committed such a big thing that he can even be released on bail?"

The police officer gave him a strange look. "You guys fished it, now come to ask me again? I'm only responsible for executing the order." He took the key and went inside. "But the one he hurt is also a big man , When he came in, he threatened to shut him down for a lifetime, he couldn't see it, the backstage was very hard, guys. "

Somehow, there is a back office, and the agent who does not know who the back office is is the first time to go to a detention center. The environment here is already very bad, and the prison is not as good as this. The agent thought it would be better to die if he was kept in that kind of cage for a lifetime.

The dangerous violent is now less than two meters in front of the agent. He is sitting by the bed with his fingers crossed on his knees, his head hanging down slightly, and the flowing sea covering his true face.

Hearing the police officer's call, he slowly raised his head, and the pure black eyes were handed over to the agent, who seemed to have fallen into the bottomless cold lake.

He has been detained here for several days, his face is clearly marked with exhaustion, but not embarrassing.

"Who are you?" This is the first sentence that 22-year-old Ling Lang and a 30-year-old agent first met.

The agent froze for a few seconds in place, then realized his malaise, put his fist to his mouth and covered it with a light cough.

He stepped forward in two steps, "I'm your agent."

Ling Lang stared blankly at him. "My agent has been here yesterday and cancelled the contract with me."

The agent scolded him in the heart, "From today, I am your new agent. Those people and things in the past have nothing to do with you."

Ling Lang still sat there, as if discerning the truth in his words. The agent unquestionably reached out to him, dragging Lang Lang, which never belonged to him, to the established trajectory with an unprecedented firm voice.

"Let's go and follow me home."

******

"How is he doing?"

The agent has adapted to this remote telephony work report, and even the strange voice has habitually accepted, "Yes, he works hard and is talented. I recently arranged two auditions for him. He They all played well, but ... "

"Just what?"

"His personality is a bit lonely. I am afraid that this personality is more disadvantaged in the entertainment industry. I wonder if it is congenital or an acquired stimulus? If it is because of that, I suggest that he have a regular psychological treatment.

The other person meditated for a few seconds, "I know, I will pay attention to this matter."

"And there is ..." the agent pondered, "I asked from the side, the person who Ling Lang kicked before seemed to be his advertiser?"

The other party did not speak, which is considered the default.

"I don't know if this is the reason. When I made him a prospect plan, every time he mentioned the word advertising, he showed exclusion."

"That being the case," the mysterious man said decisively, "you don't have to ask him to receive ads in the future."

The agent was stunned, "but advertising is also a type of artist value."

"The value of Ling Lang does not need to be reflected through advertisements," the man vetoed. "I want you to follow his wishes unconditionally. The scripts he doesn't want to pick up can be omitted. The announcements he doesn't want to be up to can be missed. He does n’t want to go for entertainment, he can go; for people he does n’t want to see, he can go. His job is to do what he wants, and the rest is your job. ”

The agent was going crazy, "Am I training an artist, or am I bringing a son? No, if this is my son, I have to kick out and let him go through it. He is my daughter-in-law!"

"I said, I want to lift him to the top of the pyramid. I want everyone to see him and can only look up. I want everyone to accept his original character and not change him to cater to anyone."

The agent was completely stunned by his rhetoric, "Boss, can I take the liberty to ask your name?"

The opposite side was silent for a moment, "My surname is Mo, you can call me Mr. Mo."

The agent was so scared that he almost dropped the mobile phone. The name of Mr. Mo has almost become a legend. No one has seen it, but no one knows it. The words of Fang Cai were from other people who did not know the heights and heights of the earth. He said it from his mouth, but it was all he could do with his hands.

He knew for the first time that he had been talking to such a big man, stuttering even with his voice.

"So, who dare to ask, who is Ling Lang?"

A chuckle came from the microphone, and even the deliberately processed voice became tender.

"He is my most important person. I entrust him to you. I hope you will not disappoint me."