Little White House Collector [Quick Transmigration]

The card in his hand disappeared, and after traveling to this derivative world similar to the real world, the only information Qi Yao knew was the original memory of this body.

The owner of the body is Yu Liang, a little-known star who once debuted as a contestant singer, but in today's world, the record market has long since declined, and the Internet is developing rapidly. It is simply difficult to get in the circle just by singing. It is even more difficult.

Yu Liang has no background at all, and he will not come here. Now he signs a contract with an economic company, with the help of a broker, and works as a male five or six in many low-cost productions or just shows his face a few times.

As for the leading actor, that's something you don't even think about, even if it's a small production, the leading actor is still a relationship.

Qi Yao got up and turned his head to look out of the window on the left. This is a small apartment. The original owner bought it with the money accumulated through hard work over the years, but that's all. In many cases, he does not receive work every day.

The phone rang just now, but Qi Yao didn't answer it, and then several text messages came in succession.

It was sent to him by his agent, asking him if he had considered it. If he had considered it, he would send his photo to others as a backup.

The SMS notification finally stopped, and the small bedroom fell into silence. Qi Yao lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put on slippers and walked to the living room. What's going to happen next, so I haven't figured out how to respond for the time being.

He is not the original owner. If he was allowed to choose, he has never been personally interested in the entertainment industry. The top of the pyramid is indeed infinitely bright. While he can bear the glory, he must also bear the corresponding responsibilities and pressure.

He just wants to live a quiet and stable life with the people he likes.

The person he likes...

He said he would come and find him, wherever he was, he would find him.

Simply turn off the phone, Qi Yao simply tidied up, didn't wear a mask, the original owner was not well-known, most people didn't know the original owner, put on simple and refreshing clothes, Qi Yao took the phone key and went out.

The refrigerator at home was empty, and there was nothing to eat, so he went out and ordered a bowl of soy bean noodles at a noodle shop downstairs.

Because I have all the memories of the original owner, I know that there is an open park two streets away from the community. After eating noodles, I walked there. Occasionally, I met some people on the road, and when those people stared at him It has gone beyond the general category of strangers. Qi Yao has carefully looked at the original owner's face in the mirror at home. If he can become a draft star, his appearance will not be too bad. Facing the attention of others, Qi Yao is not at ease. go his own way.

It's rare to have such free time. If you don't know the plot, you won't think more about what to do in the future. There is only one thing he needs to do, which is to wait quietly, waiting for the arrival of another person, waiting for him to meet him .

And this meeting was faster than Qi Yao expected, he thought it would be a week, a month or even longer, but on the morning of the third day, he was rushed to the door of his house by the agent who slammed the door .

Wearing a thin shirt, Qi Yao went to the door and opened it. As soon as he opened it, he saw the manager's anxious face.

"Hurry up, change into nice clothes, Yu Liang, you're about to get rich."

The manager staggered Qi Yao's shoulders and walked into the house. He suggested that Yu Liang should buy this house, and he knew everything about the structure of the house.

Familiar with the door, he walked to the bedroom, came to the closet and opened the closet door and began to choose clothes. Qi Yao followed into the bedroom.

He stood behind the manager, watching him anxiously rummaging through his clothes.

"...What the hell is going on?" Qi Yao's tone was calm, not as cautious as the original owner used to be when facing the agent.

The manager searched quickly, but he didn't turn his head when he heard Qi Yao ask a question.

He was so happy that it seemed that something great had happened, and the excitement could be heard in his voice.

"As for what I told you in a text message the day before yesterday, the boss has taken a fancy to you and asked you to meet at noon today."

Qi Yao frowned instantly: "I won't go."

The manager, who was finding a suit of clothes to take out, was stunned. He turned his head slowly, the smile on his face froze, and his whole expression was cloudy.

"Aren't you going? Do you know how many people are trying to fight for this opportunity? That person said, as long as you stay with him for half a year, he can do whatever you want after half a year. Oh, you don't know what he is doing right. Well, let me tell you right now, Xufei Group knows it, he is the boss of Xufei, the actress who won the xx award this year, how do you think she won that award is all because of what the other party said."

"As long as you follow him, you can get fame, money and status at your fingertips. Isn't that why you entered the entertainment industry for this reason?" The manager narrowed his eyes, and his contempt for Qi Yao was not hidden in his eyes.

ideal?Ideals have long since ceased to be valuable things.

Qi Yao was a little uncomfortable being pricked by the manager's contemptuous eyes, he still said the same thing as before: "I won't go."

The manager was amused by him, and he stopped persuading Qi Yao. He had been with him for a few years, and he should have known his temper long ago. He thought that the youth would change. Not being able to get pregnant is beneficial to Qi Yao but not harmful. Young people are just stubborn and think that the world belongs to them. How could it be possible that the world belongs to obedient and tactful people.

Qi Yao wanted to refuse, but things couldn't go as he wished.

If he doesn't go, he is not the only one who will be implicated, including him and the entertainment company. They will not pay for such a disobedient person, or even protect him.

"Have you read the contract that was signed at the beginning? There is a clause in it that the contracted employees must obey the work arrangements of the broker and the company. If they directly refuse, the company has the right to file a lawsuit in the court and demand that the employees pay ten times the liquidated damages."

"Do you think you can afford it?"

Qi Yao's face turned cold, and the corners of his mouth curled into a ruthless arc.

"Is this a job? What kind of job is that?"

"Of course it's not a job, but you think the company can't find a reason to deal with you?"

"Are you threatening me?"

The manager sneered, "I'm reminding you not to be so naive."

Qi Yao and his manager looked at each other for a moment, and he nodded: "Okay, I'll go."

"It would have been better if it had been like this earlier, I have to find it uncomfortable." The manager took out the clothes he had chosen and threw them on Qi Yao.

"Wear this suit."

After changing his clothes, Qi Yao went downstairs with his manager, walked outside to the street, and got into the manager's car that was parked by the side of the road.

He lowered his eyes, thinking about what to do later to make the other party hate him. If the other party offered to replace him, then the agent would not be able to blame him, and there would be no way to talk about the breach of contract.

Here Qi Yao made a decision, the car drove on the wide road, and arrived outside a tea restaurant after about half an hour.

The agent contacted Xu Fei's assistant to the president, and the assistant gave him a private room number. After hanging up the phone, the agent turned to look at Qi Yao.

"I know you don't want to, but this is life. You have to make some compromises to get something. It's only half a year, and it will pass in a blink of an eye. You are still so young, and there are many half years in the future." The agent seemed to change instantly. She lost someone, like a loving elder, comforting Qi Yao with earnest words.

Qi Yao looked back at the manager, how could he not see the indifference hidden deep in the other's eyes, these words were not out of the meaning that the other party cared about him, but out of a kind of protection of self-interest.

Qi Yao pursed his lips and didn't say anything or nod.

The agent sent Qi Yao to the door of the private room, raised his hand to knock on the door, and a few seconds later, someone came to open the door.

"Hi Assistant Kang, I've brought him here." The manager changed his face as if he had changed the sky, while Qi Yao gave him a sideways glance, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Assistant Kang walked outside the door, and said indifferently to Qi Yao, "The president wants to see you alone."

Then he looked at the manager, who was much more enthusiastic than Qi Yao, and said repeatedly: "All right, Yu Liang, go in and accompany Mr. Liang well, don't forget what I said at your house."

The assistant turned sideways and let Qi Yao in, and Qi Yao walked into a room that was much brighter than the corridor.

The door closed quickly behind him, and Qi Yao looked in the middle of the teahouse. Seeing this, he was motionless as if the pause button had been pressed.

His eyes moved only when the man on the opposite side got up and walked in front of him, and warm palms touched his face.

Then he smiled, the smile faded away from the haze, clean and pure.

"I thought it would be a long wait."