Chapter 274: #The bitter agent behind the screwed up movie star.

Lucas handles a mountain of work, and handles it rather grumpily.

He thought, "Ike's little Wang Ba balls might as well be lying in bed to save his mind, I really want to kick him into the water and then throw an electrified wire into the water, and then jump in and die with him.

He grabbed his cell phone and surfed the web, watching for a while as impotent, raging black fans berated Chi Xiaochi.

Chi Xiaochi was just getting his feet wet when he came out of the closet, and Lucas was really prepared for his retirement.

It was only half a month ago that a new movie written by Sun Guangren was announced, announcing that Chi Xiaochi and Chi Song would be the two male leads.

The rumors of career collapse were not broken, and the black fans went crazy, each covering their ears and shouting that it was all fake and couldn't be true.

Lucas's heart was much smoother.

He has always been a scum mentality towards black fans, and he disliked a black fan with an unethical mouth with a sharp tongue, and blocked him with a sharp hand before putting down his cell phone in a refreshing manner.

He leaned back in his boss chair and fell asleep without realizing it.

Perhaps he had just changed his hair color yesterday for a change of mood, and the smell of hair dye, faint in his nostrils, took him back to a distant past.

Before he went to meet the Chi Xiaochi star, he was forced by his father to dye his hair, saying that he was a grown-up, not a child, and that it would be a shame to go out and show his face like a flamingo.

Lucas was so displeased that he slipped out again into the night, with an unruly purple coloring in his dark hair.

His attitude towards the job was clear: he was just doing it for fun.

The kind that only goes for the kidneys and not the heart.

And Chi Xiaochi's requirements for an agent are like a joke, the first condition is to be good-looking and eye-catching, the second condition is to be smart-mouthed, and the third condition is to not have too much to do.

Lucas at least is also a marketing graduate, self-esteem of their own to see people talking about people talking about ghosts first-class level, the skin at least can be on a second-rate star level, so gladly went.

Lucas, who thought he knew a bit about Chi Xiaochi after catching up on all his movies, was surprised when he was led to Chi Xiaochi.

He was freshly showered and wearing a loose bathrobe, not a bit of which was superfluous in terms of the lines of his exposed torso alone.

His eyelashes were long and wet, and with the way he wearily lifted his eyes to look at people, I wondered if he was intentionally rejecting people, or if he was simply tired of bathing.

Chi Xiaochi brushes her hair, with the careless attitude of a dear friend who has suddenly come to visit, and says the most cursory of introductions, "Chi Xiaochi, twenty-three. And you?"

Lucas is a familiar face and says, "I'm Lucas, I'm twenty-four. You can call me brother."

"Brother?" Chi Xiaochi put down her slightly damp towel, looked at him and smiled, "I'll call you teacher."

Lucas is also cheeky: "Yes, whatever."

Chi Xiaochi stood up, "Teacher Tony, what would you like to drink?"

Lucas: "......"

Would love to K him if it wasn't for the fact that he has a face that is worth its weight in gold.

Chi Xiaochi opened a bottle of red wine for himself, poured a little and handed it to him, "Any requests?"

Lucas was just playing around and didn't intend to be serious for long, so he said, "You can have the salary, I can have the hair, okay?"

If you were a normal celebrity, you would be lucky not to be offended by such a crazy and unorganized agent.

Chi Xiaochi, on the other hand, didn't even frown and took a sip of his wine, "Okay. Nice hair."

Lucas just casually bragged about it, but I didn't expect Chi Xiaochi to react in such a bashful way, which was not so natural.

He touched the strand of purple, "I can really dye my hair, huh?"

In his opinion, the stars wouldn't like someone more flirty and high-profile than himself.

"Can." Chi Xiaochi took a sip of wine and said vaguely, "Dye it any color you want."

At first, Lucas didn't understand what he meant by that, but was just puzzled that he would get the job so well.

Later, when Lucas signed the contract, he realized that he had stepped into a hellishly difficult copy and understood the meaning of Chi Xiaochi's words.

- - Whatever color you dye, I'll make sure it's all white for you in the end.

To those who know a little bit about them, the young master of the Sheng family, who always does what he wants to do, and Chi Xiaochi, the king of demons, together, they are really fucking bold and daring.

If Lucas, the bitter agent, knew that's what people were saying about him, he'd have to roll up his sleeves and go up and argue with them.

Who said the old lady dared to do it?

If he had known it was such a sailing ship of thieves, he wouldn't have gotten on it.

Chi Xiaochi is a homosexual.

That's what he knew on his first day on the job.

Knowing this, Lucas had a headache.

He didn't discriminate against anyone's sexuality, including his own, but he knew that homosexuality was naturally a riskier layer than others in showbiz opinion.

And Chi Xiaochi is a tightrope walker.

Lucas was not wrong about his foreboding.

Less than half a month after he started, Chi Xiaochi gave him a gift of quality and quantity.

Chi Xiaochi made his wedding announcement public, saying he was going to hold two for three years with an actress, and interacted with the marketing number with great gusto, interacting with seven or eight messages before Lucas found out.

Lucas came to the door and said, "What the hell are you doing with this shit on purpose?!"

Chi Xiaochi was at the end of her lunch break when Lucas broke into her house, not even getting out of bed, with the covers folded around her, her eyes slightly closed, and a little irritating smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "Not doing anything."

Lucas lifted the covers off him and gasped, "Get up and give me a reason!"

"Why ah ......" Chi Xiaochi looked at him bare-chested, her pupils black and white, "Because it's boring."

Lucas is spinning in circles, "I can't do this job!"

Chi Xiaochi looked at him, her voice raspy with first awakening, "Are you leaving too."

Somehow the tone of his voice, and the word "too," sent a slight shiver down Lucas' spine.

...... Surprisingly, it sounds like a person who wants to commit suicide but doesn't want to die is asking for help from people passing by, and after asking for help, he feels that he is too uninteresting and pretentious, so he snorts silently.

It's like the look on Chi Xiaochi's face at the moment.

Soon, Lucas suppressed any lingering suspicions and concerns.

You're kidding. A guy like Chi Xiaochi is so used to getting people in trouble, he's lucky if they don't call for help, why would he ask for help?

Lucas suspects that Chi Xiaochi is doing this on purpose to get him to back off and drive him away.

After thinking about this, Lucas immediately developed an endless battle spirit.

Joking aside, he, Sheng Tang, had always left on his own whenever he wanted to, where was the reason for him to be driven away by someone trying to find a way to get rid of him?

Lucas sat his ass down on the edge of the bed, "You want to blow me off? You're too good to be true. I don't know what you're thinking. The first month's salary hasn't even been paid yet."

Chi Xiaochi didn't move as she pulled the blanket over Lucas to cover the part of his skin that might touch her, "Then I'm counting on Mr. Tony for this."

"...... Don't leave your mess to me!"

That said, in the aftermath, Lucas realizes he overestimated his role in this mess.

Chi Xiaochi solved the matter himself, although in a way that he could not criticize.

--Taking the initiative to start a fire, stoking it to the point where even the other side can't control it, and then coming to the door to provoke and force the other side to take matters into their own hands is not within Lucas's knowledge.

...... but extraordinarily relieving and exciting is what it is.

After leaving the Nebula Entertainment building, Lucas couldn't help but be excited and chatted with him about the handsome Song Zhihuai.

Lucas sees some sparks between them and tries to set them up, but Chi Xiaochi says "I don't like anyone".

It's a bleak statement, but with Chi Xiaochi, there's an extra layer of cynicism, so Lucas can't tell how much he means it.

He had a hunch that Chi Xiaochi might have something to hide.

Everyone is curious, not to mention Lucas, who is a chatterbox.

He tried to inquire, "Don't you have a fantasy object when you're doing that? It would be good to have a template for me."

Lucas is really not good enough for Chi Xiaochi.

He laughed lowly, "Couldn't tell you that."

...... don't talk about it, don't even bother listening to it.

With that in mind, Lucas casually glanced in the rearview mirror and was slightly startled.

A strangely handsome young man stood a short distance behind the car, looking away from it with a somewhat mournful expression.

But when I looked in the rearview mirror again, the reflection dissipated like a moon in water.

Lucas shrugged, just assuming he was seeing things, and drove all the way out of the underground parking lot.

After leaving the parking lot, Lucas joked casually as he observed the traffic out the window, "I don't think you really need an agent."

Chi Xiaochi turned his eyes away from the window and aimed them at him.

Lucas rattled the little charm on his rearview mirror, "You didn't even give me a chance to talk when it was my turn to do so. So what are you spending all that money on to keep me, a gigolo?"

Chi Xiaochi didn't say anything.

Lucas more and more felt that his inference was justified, "I still remember it, your criteria for choosing an agent, one must be good-looking, and the other must be smart-mouthed....... Agents are not responsible for being good-looking."

With that, he turned back to Chi Xiaochi and smiled cheekily, "Are you good for me."

"It's not about raising a white boy." Chi Xiaochi said, "It's about raising a girl."

It was a little deep, and Lucas was like, "Huh?"

"One must have a reason to live." Chi Xiaochi looked out the window again, "The last reason ...... is gone. I want to find another reason to live, to feed a □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□."

With that, he smiled, "You don't have to do anything. Looking good and talking is enough."

Lucas blinks and hesitates to pull over and take a good look at Chi Xiaochi's mental health.

He heard that Chi Xiaochi's dog, which he had kept for more than ten years, was euthanized because of a disease.

Lucas has a big heart and doesn't mind the possibility that he's there to fill in for his pet's absence.

Lucas knows that some people treat their pets as if they were members of their own family, and their feelings are extremely genuine.

And from what he knows of Chi Xiaochi, he has no close friends in his age group, inside or outside of the circle, no one at all, it's like he's circled an island, imprisoned himself in it, not giving himself any hope.

Lucas had no idea that his moment of fun would mean so much to Chi Xiaochi.

But he wasn't sure if Chi Xiaochi was playing a trick on him.

Chi Xiaochi's acting is so good that Lucas knows he's too young to figure out what's real and what's not with this little fox.

He rubbed the tip of his nose, "Oooh, I'm on a mission when you put it that way."

Chi Xiaochi smiles with her arms crossed, "Yes, it's good to have a sense of mission."

It was a conversation that Lucas thought he would soon forget.

But when Chi Xiaochi was hospitalized with serious injuries from a falling chandelier, and he sat staring outside the operating room with a bloody hand, his thoughts couldn't help but drift back to that uneventful morning, to that car.

The doctor came out of the operating room, said he needed to sign a critical care notice, and asked if he could contact Chi Xiaochi's parents.

Lucas shook his head woodenly, "I'll do it."

The doctor asked, "Are you a friend of his?"

Lucas's hands are shaking like crazy.

Chi Xiaochi never said that he was his friend, but he called him "Mr. Tony", which was quite irritating.

With him, he was the agent and the troublemaker, and beyond that, there was another layer of relationship.

...... I'm a breath of fresh air for him yet.

After signing the notice, Lucas sat back in his chair, clenched his bloodstained, dried-up fist, and pushed his heart one by one, fantasizing that he was injecting Chi Xiaochi with mouthfuls and mouthfuls of living breath.

And then ......

There doesn't seem to be any then.

For more than four years, that's all it took, he took care of the studio for Chi Xiaochi, ran the property, and sat in the second chair of the studio.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he would sell out for a little fox to this extent, he would have spat in the other man's face.

But the truth is, Chi Xiaochi did make him a better person.

Lucas woke up leisurely with the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows falling just above his face, strands of golden threads tickling his face.

He squinted and had just stretched when his assistant knocked on the door and pushed in holding a file, "Brother Lucas, take a look at this."

Lucas took it naturally, his soft blonde hair falling down over his eyelids a little.

The assistant laughed, "I don't know where Brother July is vacationing right now."

Lucas held the folder and thought about how Chi Xiaochi had behaved since he woke up, and about the person called Lou Ying who had suddenly appeared.

He always felt that he had seen Lou Ying somewhere before, but after a long time of thinking, he could not understand, so he had to decide that the beauty of the world must have similarities.

To Chi Xiaochi ......

It's as if a man who has been living hidden in the deep sea for years, cut off from oxygen, almost giving birth to gills, suddenly found his oxygen and has since climbed ashore, with the sunshine on his body and everything flat and no more bumps in the road.

Lucas' lips curled into a smile, pleasantly smoothing a crease in the edge of the document, "Whatever."