Cinephile hustle

"Hey, Hailey." Shia stood up, looking over Hailey's shoulders and focused on Ian, "I think... this is Ian Connor, the person you have been obsessed with and who has been harassed by you for a long time Bar?"

"Thank you for the summary. If you don't say it straight, I think Agent Russell will never understand that his behavior towards me can be defined as 'harassment.'"

"Alright, alright, Shia, if you join forces with Ian, I will be very helpless. Today we are going to focus on Smith. Let me know what you know about him."

"Smith..." Shea lowered her eyes and smiled, "It depends on what you want to know. Talent, work, interpersonal relationship, or love life?"

"Then come one by one." Ian leaned against Hailey's desk and hugged his arms, "What do you think of his talent? We know that many talented people are easily rejected by jealousy, or deliberately approached by others. Then there are some consequences that the victims themselves don't want to see."

"Three years ago, Smith was indeed very talented. At that time, he showed a whole set of pleated men's clothing at Milan Fashion Week. You must know that the popular element of pleats has always been limited to women's clothing, but he used it to men's clothing, which is very clever. The idea caused a sensation and turned him from a walking hanger to a popular fashion designer in one fell swoop."

To Ian, this is a pertinent evaluation.

"And what about three years from now?"

"I haven't seen him have any outstanding designs in the past three years. I don't think he is envied because he has talent. But it is quite possible to be hated by others because he enjoys fame and fortune without talent." Xi Ya expressed her disdain for Smith very directly.

"But I looked at the fashion reviews in the past two years, and it seems that Smith's designs are still very popular."

Shia leaned forward and looked at Ian, "Honey, the fashion industry is no different from the parliamentary election. It is also inseparable from the hype and the backstage."

"Then who is Smith's backstage?"

Shia smiled, lowered her head and stopped talking.

Ian looked at Haley.

"The giant in the fashion industry, Fitz Gubler. He owns many luxury brands. Countless well-known fashion designers are his disciples. He dominates the tongues of many fashion critics, as well as those high-end brands that people flock to Fashion magazines and press conferences. If the Russell family is the uncrowned kings of Wall Street, so is Fitz Gubler's status in the fashion industry." Haley replied.

"So what about you?" Ian looked at Shia.

"Me? I can probably be regarded as one of Fitz Gubler's favorite products." Shea said with self-deprecation, "If you are interested in Fitz Gubler, you might as well come tonight Ever Grand Hotel to attend the dinner. At that time, not only Fitz Gubler, but also other influential figures in the fashion industry will appear. There will also be other celebrities in the fashion industry who have contacted Smith, as well as some young and eye-catching people, A true bloom. I don't think you'd just want to hear what I have to say about Smith. Right?"

Haili looked at Ian, held Ian with one hand, put the other on his waist, turned half a circle in the office, looked at him with sly eyes and said, "What do you think, Ian?"

"This suggestion can be considered. Then in terms of interpersonal relationship, how do you evaluate Smith?" Ian pushed Haley away, and his attention was always on Shea.

"Hmm... is it only for profit?" Shia shrugged his shoulders, "I personally think that he knows how to please Fitz Gubler. And he understands a truth very well, that is, it is impossible for everyone to like him. So he pays more attention to what Fitz Gubler thinks of him. For other late-stage rookies, in order to stabilize his position, he will continue to suppress the opponent. A lot of opportunities for them."

"So, there will still be a lot of people who hate him. What about love life?"

"Playboy? No Game Life? Regarding this evaluation, I think I'm quite fair. I think that many of the models who participated in his fashion show have been slept by him."

"Why does the more you talk about it, the more I think the victim Smith is a bad person?" Ian frowned. If Smith made too many enemies, it would make their investigation even more directionless.

"I'm a sucker, too. I don't want anyone to stand out from me, I'm in relationships with different people, and I want to win Fitz Gubler's heart like he did. So I say to you It might just be because of my jealousy towards Smith." Shia spread her hands.

"You're not a rotten person. You're friends with Hayley Russell. To be friends with a lunatic means that you're also a lunatic."

Ian glanced at Shia indifferently, and left Haili's office.

"Hey Ian, don't you want to try my coffee?"

"You have time to make coffee, please finish the last report."

Shia leaned sideways on the sofa, posing a leisurely posture, "Oh, I like him."

"He's mine, you can't like him." Haili put on a serious expression, and after two seconds, he put on a very interested look and asked, "Then what do you like about him? His voice? He's cold Appearance? Or his sleek shoulders, waist, and calves?"

Shia sighed, "You can just say that you like everything about him. If he steps on your face, you will also say how beautiful his feet are."

"Ah, speaking of which, I can assure you that Ian's ankle is also very beautiful, I touched it." Haili showed off in a tone.

Shia snorted, "Stop pretending to be a nympho. What I like most about him is that he is the only one who is indifferent to your charm."

Haili sat on his desk, leaned back slightly, and stretched his body in a very tense arc, "How do you know that he is indifferent to me?"

"Then you have to ask him." Shea got up and put the two invitation letters on the table, "I have already brought what you want, remember, don't go too far, and don't drag me into your Under investigation. I'm still hanging out with Fitz Gubler."

"With Ian around, how could I go too far?" Hailey blinked.

"God knows."

After Shia left, Haley called Cliff.

"Cliff, get Ian a dinner outfit. Remember, it's better to be dull and unattractive, but with good texture."

"Sir, are you sure dull and prim and unattractive?"

"Yes, I'm sure. There are some beautiful bees in the dinner party at the Ever Hotel. I don't want them wandering around Ian."

"I see, but I don't know Ian's size."

"I'll send it to you."

"Are you sure, sir?"

"I'm sure, I've hugged him so many times, how could I not know his size?"

Before leaving get off work that night, Ian received a high-end custom dinner outfit.He was speechless for Haley's action.

To be honest, he didn't intend to attend the fashionable dinner at Ever Hotel.In such a place, he had no common topics with the handsome men and beauties chasing fashion at all, nor could he chat with them with ease like Haili, and get important information in just a few words.He would only serve as a foil to Haley, and an embarrassing one at that.

"Ian, why haven't you changed yet? Cliff is coming to pick us up!"

Hailey looked very excited.

Ian just sat in front of the computer, motionless.

"Ian, are you worried that you won't be able to communicate with those celebrities in the fashion industry?"

Hailey came to Ian's side, leaned down, and fell into his ear.

Just now he had a childish and thoughtless expression, but now his whole body sank down again, making it unpredictable.

"Since you already know the answer, why bother asking me?"

"But you are already an agent. Your job is to find out the truth. Every victim has a world that belongs to them. If you always put on the airs of a federal agent and refuse to enter their world, you will You can never get close to the truth."

Hailey's voice is steady, and he is rarely so convincing.

"Okay, can you go out for a while?"

"Can't I admire your inverted triangle shoulders here?"

"No."

Hailey shrugged helplessly and walked out.

When Ian was fully dressed and walked out the door, Haley came to him and smoothed his collar.

He sighed slightly and closed his eyes.

"What's wrong."

"I obviously asked Cliff to prepare you a dull and unattractive dinner suit."

"Have you achieved your goal?"

"Obviously not. Ian, you better not go."

Hailey looked at Ian with complete fascination.Even when Ian was about to leave him sideways, Haili seemed to be pulled by some force, "How is that possible. As you said, I need to enter the victim's world."

A faint smile played on Ian's lips.

Haili followed and kept asking: "Ian, did you smile just now? You look so pretty when you smile!"

"To shut up!"

Ian and Haley got into Cliff's car and headed to Ever Hotel.

This is a stretched Lincoln.This time, Haley didn't choose to sit side by side with Ian, but sat across from him.

He propped his chin up, gently shaking the goblet filled with red wine between his fingers, tilted his face, but never shifted his gaze away from Ian.

"Can I fuck you here? I promise it will be gentle and won't hurt you."

Ian flipped through the books in the car.

He thought they would all be related to finance and economics, but he didn't expect that they were all unpopular magazines.

He threw them aside, turned his head and said to Cliff who was driving, "Did Mr. Russell forget to take his medicine again when he went out today?"

Cliff replied very calmly and smoothly: "Mr. Russell has always believed that he does not need to take medicine."

"You should persuade him."

"If none of your suggestions, Detective Connor, work, then no one will be able to persuade him."

At this time, Haili suddenly put down his wine glass, knelt in front of Ian on one knee, and put his hands on Ian's knee, "Hey, it's really hurtful for you to imply that I'm mentally ill."

"What do you want?" Ian tried to move his knees, but Hailey's hands were too hard.

"If you don't want me to fuck you, I can make you happy in other ways." Hailey raised his face, and the tip of his tongue slid over the corner of his lips.

The breathing seems to be dragged and cannot be extended.

Ian raised his hand and slapped Hailey hard on the head, "You should sit back in your seat and put on your seat belt."

"Cliff's driving has always been solid."

"I mean, I'll kick you out of the car window." Ian replied coldly.

"...Then how about kissing me?" Hailey turned his face and leaned against Ian's leg.

At that moment, Ian really wanted to kick this guy to death.He never understood where Haili got the strength to push his legs out.

Exhaling forcefully, Ian leaned over and touched the top of Hailey's head.

Haili pulled out a big smile and happily sat back in his seat.

"Agent Connor, you're spoiling Mr. Russell," Cliff said.

Ian snorted softly, "If this guy is dishonest at the dinner party and makes trouble for me everywhere, I will screw his head off."

Haili squinted his eyes and continued to smile: "I like Uncle Ian like this."

They finally stopped at the door of Ever, and Ian quickly left Haili in the car as if he was a plague.

When Ian entered the dinner hall, he had to be stunned.He originally thought that there would be champagne, red wine and food, as well as handsome men and women talking eloquently, or elegant and slow music and soft lighting.But the first thing that caught the eye was a catwalk.Rhythmic music resounded in my ears, and on the catwalk were men and women who were walking the show, and the lights were so bright that they seemed to have entered a fashion show.

Ian frowned, did he and Hailey go to the wrong place?

And by the time Haley took his first steps, he seemed to have gotten used to everything.He held his pocket in one hand, and casually took a glass of champagne with the other. Many people's eyes were fixed on him, and they couldn't move away.

"Hey, are you a model? Why haven't I met you?" A fashion photographer approached.

Haley just smiled.

Then several fashion designers surrounded him. They were amazed at the beginning, looked at Haili, and showed fanatic expressions. Ian had expected all these.As long as Haili wanted to, everyone here could succumb to his charm.But he will only be like a butterfly, lightly tap on each petal, then flap his wings and leave, never caring whether there is a storm behind him.

Among all the guests, someone turned his face to the side, watched Ian's walking steps, and then followed him not far away at the same speed.This person observed Ian's every expression, as well as his restrained gesture of taking the wine glass and bowing his head slightly to thank the waiter.

Ian was convinced that he had been following Hailey in a low-key manner. He thought he was inconspicuous, but he was wrong.

"Hey, what's the name?" The observer who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"Haley Russell." Ian pointed his chin at Haley's back.

"I'm not asking your friend's name, I'm asking you."

Only then did Ian realize that the voice of the other party was very deep. He turned around and saw a middle-aged man in his 40s. His clothes were not as stylish as other fashion designers or models. On the contrary, he is like a British gentleman, smiling elegantly and intellectually, as if he is beyond the glitz.

"I'm Ian Connor." Deep down in his heart, Ian hesitated for a tenth of a second whether to tell the other party his real name, and then he gave up lying.

It's easy to look up his name and past.If necessary, the bureau will keep his identity hidden.

"Hi Ian, I'm Joseph Sherman, editor-in-chief of Cutting-Edge Sight."

For people who meet for the first time, they usually call each other Mr. XX instead of calling each other's name directly.But when Editor-in-Chief Sherman pronounced Ian's name, Ian found that he was not disgusted.

"It's an honor to meet you." Apart from that, Ian didn't know what to say anymore.

Ian didn't know what "Cutting-edge Sight" was.

Editor-in-Chief Sherman smiled. He touched Ian's champagne with his wine glass, "Actually, you don't know who I am, do you?"

"I really don't know much about the fashion industry, I just followed my friends to see it."

"So do you like this place?" Editor-in-Chief Sherman looked at the men and women who were well-dressed and attractive.

"It's not like I like it yet."

Editor-in-Chief Sherman smiled, "I like your honesty."

At this time, Haili's old friend Shea slowly walked from the end of the runway pushing a wheelchair, and the whole noisy dinner party suddenly fell silent.

Shia is more dazzling today than when she appeared in Haley's office.

He was wearing a pure white coat with a champagne lily pinned to his collar, and he had a spotless demeanor.But the demeanor between his brows and eyes is mature and sexy.Such a him, whether walking on the street or on the catwalk, is a dazzling sight.

An elderly man about 50 years old sat in the wheelchair.He is well maintained and looks very energetic. He is wearing a custom-made suit. The dark black material has sporadic light spots, which breaks the dullness and makes him look fashionable and majestic.His hands are folded on his knees, and his back is very straight even in a wheelchair.

The elder raised his hand slightly, and Shea lowered her head and put it next to his ear, saying very respectfully, "Mr. Gubler."

"I don't seem to see that Xavier boy here. Is he still quarreling with my old friend Ned?"

"I'll try to persuade Xavier."

"Yeah." The elder nodded and smiled.

Everyone looked at him with admiration and respect.

Ian observed the elder carefully, and when his wheelchair passed by, he nodded slightly to the people around him.Occasionally he would reach out and shake hands or smile at the young men who soon became the envy of others.

"That's Fitz Gubler, an eternal man in the fashion industry." Editor-in-Chief Sherman introduced to Ian with a smile, "If you want to know him, I can introduce him for you."

"No, I'm just here for fun." Ian said lightly.

"Really? Are you sure? I noticed you from the moment you stepped out from behind your charismatic friend. You're special."

"Editor Sherman, you're the first person to say that to me."

Ian laughed a little bit inwardly, because the words of editor-in-chief Sherman made Ian feel like a beautiful woman being courted.In fact, Ian is not used to being noticed.

As a sniper, what he needs most is to hide himself, including his breathing and heartbeat, and then quietly wait for the opportunity.

"It would be a pity if that was the case. You have a golden ratio figure, beautiful shoulders, and slender but smooth legs. When you walk, there is a certain aura. If this is a runway show, you You can easily conquer the audience in the audience. And you look very mysterious, although you are unsmiling, there are many stories in your eyes. Only those who are patient will have the opportunity to interpret and enter your world."

"Thank you."

"I'm not flattering you, Ian. Look at the group of young people who are eager to be touched by Fitz Gubler. They are too impetuous and need to be polished. But the first time I saw you I know that your life and experience have given you many things that they don’t have. In the fashion industry, if you want to be prosperous for a long time, what you need is not a good skin, but an irreplaceable temperament.”

"You almost convinced me, editor-in-chief Sherman." Ian smiled slightly.

"'Almost' is 'not yet' right?"

In any case, Ian felt that he could be more integrated into the environment with people like Sherman chatting with him in this place.Of course, Sherman is not a good subject for clichés.

Because he is too sophisticated.

Not far away, Fitz Gubler's wheelchair stopped beside Haili, and Haili immediately became the focus of everyone's attention.

No one doubts that Hailey will be valued by Fitz.

"Hey young man, I've never met you." Fitz smiled very leniently.

Haili held champagne in his hand, and his eyes were full of emotions, "Of course, because I haven't seen you either."

Everyone gasped.

They had never seen anyone speak in such an indifferent and presumptuous manner in front of Fitz Gubler.

But instead of getting angry, Fitz became more interested.

"you know nothing about me?"

Hailey shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "I don't even know who my father is, who are you...does it matter to me?"

The sound of swallowing saliva can be heard around.

Everyone's eyes seemed to say: This young man is finished.

But Fitz laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand to Haili: "I can only say that your father made a big mistake. Hello, child. I'm Fitz Gubler."

Haley casually reached out and shook Fitz's fingertips.

He lowered his head, his hair slipped out from behind his ears, and the smile on his lips spread, bending Fitz's gaze.

"Hi, I'm Hayley Russell."

Fitz's eyes widened until Haley let go of his hand.He raised his head and drank the remaining champagne in one gulp, the movement in his throat made his heart beat faster.Then, Haili walked towards Ian without hesitation, leaving only Fitz with his back.

Shia, who was pushing Fitz's wheelchair, couldn't help but smile.

And everyone is talking about it.Who was that young man who was so fascinated by the countless Fitz Gubler just now that he couldn't close his eyes.

"Hey, my Uncle Ian." Haili raised his arm, put it on Ian's shoulder, and looked at the editor-in-chief Sherman who was talking to him, "Who is this handsome uncle?"

At close range, editor-in-chief Sherman can see Haili's facial features more clearly, and they are so delicate that no flaws can be found at all.

Especially when Hailey and Ian stand shoulder to shoulder, the contrast between the two is even clearer.

He even began to imagine what it would be like if the two of them appeared on the catwalk at the same time.

"Both of you are not from the fashion industry, why did you come here?" Sherman looked at Ian with a smile in his eyes, but Ian could feel the oppression that the other party exerted on him.

"Why ask 'why'. Can't we be curious about the fashion world when you're curious about us?"

Ian turned his face sideways, creating a unique sense of beauty between the intersection of light and shadow.

Quiet and peaceful, unmoved no matter what happens.

Sherman paused for two seconds, "Indeed."

At this time, Fitz Gubler, surrounded by young people, waved to Sherman.

Fitz said to Ian: "Sorry, I'll go for a while. I hope I can see you again when I turn around."

When Fitz walked away, Hailey turned his face and suddenly kissed Ian on the cheek.

Caught off guard, Ian stared at him, "What are you doing?"

"I can't help it. Uncle Ian just now is too charming. When did you learn this trick? Playing hard to get?"

"Which set?"

"Why ask 'why'. Can't we be curious about the fashion world when you're curious about us?"

Hailey repeated what Ian said, and even learned the same tone of indifference.

Ian's nose smelled of champagne, slightly drunk.

Haili's eyes seemed to hold wine, and the whole space revolved with his eyes.

"You have Joseph Sherman captivated."

"yes."

Ian took half a step aside.He knew Hailey wasn't drunk, so he wouldn't let the other party lean on him.

"You charmed me too."

At this time, Editor-in-Chief Sherman came to Fitz Gubler, "Good evening, Mr. Gubler."

"I saw you had a good chat with a young man just now. I haven't seen you smile so happily for a long time, Editor-in-Chief Sherman."

"I also saw you chatting happily with a young man just now."

"So, for tonight's 'feast', I think we can bring those two young people along."