Waiting Upon You

The door of the manager's room was pushed open and slammed shut, and the young manager walked out with an expression of displeasure.

"Hey," came the yin and yang tone behind him, "isn't this the big headline today?"

There is no need to look back, the manager knows who is coming, he stops, and waits for the person to walk around in front of him triumphantly.

"I really admire you." The person across from him put his hands in his pockets and bowed forward. "None of the artists under you have ever been on the front page, but you yourself have been on the front page. What's that called? High rank!" !"

"Have you said enough," the manager said coldly.

"Hey," the man sighed with feigned regret, "You and I entered the company in the same year, worked as assistants under the same master, and were promoted to be managers in the same year. What's the result now? One of the artists in my hand You have more potential than one, and the artists in your hands are one by one who is unknown, are you worthy of them?"

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

The colleague sneered, "It's a pity that this circle only asks about fame, not about means. At least I'm doing better than you now, and you are going to pack up and leave soon. This is the truth."

He casually grabbed the newspaper on one side of the newspaper shelf, and slammed it into the manager's arms with the newspaper clip. The huge headline was exposed - "Artists encounter unspoken rules, managers bombard the entertainment industry".

"Keep it away and keep it as a souvenir. This is the first headline in your life, and it will probably be the last. Don't think that if you go out from here, other brokerage companies will hire you. You don't abide by the rules in the circle ,” he poked the newspaper, “this is the price.”

The agent grabbed the newspaper folder and said, "Don't worry, I will keep such a commemorative value. I will use it to teach my son 20 years later. To be a man, you must straighten your spine. Artists are, and the agent That’s right, as long as you bear your personal character, don’t do anything against your conscience.”

"But this word," the agent pushed his chest with a newspaper clip, "I'm afraid you have already deleted it from the input method."

"It's true that I like this job very much, but if I want to join forces with you, then it's worth not doing this kind of job!"

After he finished speaking, he walked away without looking back, and his colleagues taunted him angrily, "Take your dreams and get out!"

The agent carried the cardboard box out of the company gate, and only two people came out to see him off.He didn't look up, but he knew that there must be many former colleagues looking at him through the glass above his head. Thinking of this, his back straightened even more.

One of the two people who saw him off was the rookie who was on the front page with him today. He had only debuted for half a year. He had never seen such a posture, and he kept crying after his manager.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the high temperature and crying were intertwined, which made the manager feel irritable.

"Have you cried enough?" He couldn't help turning his head and reprimanded, "If you could become famous after shedding two tears, you would have won the Golden Rabbit Award!"

The little girl was so fierce by him that she didn't even dare to cry, sobbing softly.

At this moment, the agent couldn't bear it anymore. He could get out of this quagmire immediately, but when he thought that the other party would go on alone in such a complicated situation, he couldn't help feeling worried about her future.

"Are you really going to stop being an agent?" another person seeing off asked. "I think you are a very good agent."

He mustered up his courage, "Brother, which company do you want to jump to, I will dance with you."

The agent smiled wryly, "It's not that I don't want to do it, it's because I can't do it. I have committed a big taboo in this industry, and no brokerage company will hire me anymore."

The little girl on the side burst into tears, and her eyes became even redder.

The manager turned around, trying not to let his emotions leak out.He is also just 30 years old, and he is still young. He has also worked hard to become an ace agent, and imagined that one day his artist will become the queen of song and actor, and stand on the awarding platform and face the camera to thank his agent.

But today, all of this is over. If time goes back, will he still be so impulsive? Even he himself can't give the answer.

Carrying his cardboard box, the manager walked away from the company's gate step by step. When he raised his hand, what stopped was not a taxi, but a black car.

The person who got on and off the co-pilot was about 50 years old. He nodded politely at the manager, "Excuse me, is this 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, and his personal information was more detailed than the arrest warrant.

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

The old man handed over an A4-sized envelope, the manager took it, opened it, and his eyes widened.

His cell phone also happened to ring at this time. An unfamiliar call came in, and the manager waited for the third ring to answer it.

"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 this morning's paper."

"After seeing it, you still dare to sign me?"

"It is because I saw you that I found you," said the strange voice, "Of course you can choose not to sign, but I think you must know that if you still want to work in this industry, this is probably what you can get." The last contract."

"Are you intimidating?" The manager thought it was funny, and said by the way, "What about the lure?"

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

The agent scans the contract quickly, gasping when he sees the salary item.

"Are you sure you're not kidding me? This is a prank show, right? Where's the camera?" He looked around.

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

"How can I trust you?"

"I will pay you one year's salary in advance," the old man justly handed over another envelope with a bank card embedded in it, "and my request is that you will start working immediately."

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

"I want you to go to a place and pick up a person. He will be the artist you will be responsible for in the next ten years, and the only one."

"One?"

"I want you to treat him wholeheartedly, from work arrangement to daily life, and take care of him in every possible way."

The manager was speechless, "Am I his manager, or his father?"

"If possible, I would prefer you to be his family."

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

"Ling Lang! Someone protects you, come out!"

The manager was startled by the bang of the iron door. He looked around, and the mysterious man asked him to pick him up, but he never thought he was coming to the detention center.

His thoughts drifted back to ten minutes ago——

"Are you sure he's the one I'm looking for?" The manager looked through the file several times and couldn't believe that the artist he would be in charge of in the future turned out to be a prisoner.

"Why don't you even know who you are looking for?" the police officer asked back.

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

"Intentionally hurting someone."

"Is it serious?"

The police officer looked at him with a half-smile, "Is it serious to cut off your children and grandchildren?"

The manager immediately felt a dull pain in his crotch, and he didn't expect that this young man who looked completely harmless in the photo turned out to be such a hidden violent element.

"Who is the other party?"

"It's inconvenient to disclose."

"Then... He has committed such a serious crime, and he can be released on bail?"

The police officer gave him a strange look, "You guys caught him, and now you're asking me again? I'm only responsible for carrying out the order." He picked up the key and went inside, "But, the one he injured is also a big man , When he was sent in, he threatened to imprison him for the rest of his life, but I can't tell, the backstage is tough, buddies."

It was the first time for a manager who had a backstage and didn't know who the backstage was. It was the first time he entered a place like a detention center. The environment here is already very bad, and the prison must be worse than here.Thinking of being locked in that kind of cage for the rest of his life, the manager felt that it would be better to die.

The dangerous violent person is now less than two meters directly in front of the manager. He is sitting on the edge of the bed with his fingers crossed on his knees, his head slightly drooping, and the flowing sea covers his true face.

Hearing the police officer's call, he slowly raised his head. As soon as his pure black eyes met with the manager, the latter seemed to have fallen into a bottomless cold pool.

He has been imprisoned here for several days, and his face is obviously tired, but not depressed.

"Who are you?" These were the first words 22-year-old Ling Lang said when he first met his 30-year-old manager.

The manager was stunned for a few seconds, then realized his gaffe, put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly to cover it up.

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

Ling Lang looked at him expressionlessly, "My agent came yesterday and terminated the contract with me."

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

Ling Lang was still sitting there, as if carefully discerning the authenticity of his words.The manager stretched out his hand to him without any doubt, and dragged Ling Lang back to the established track from the world that didn't belong to him with an unprecedented firm voice.

"Come on, come home with me."

"How is he doing?"

The agent has already adapted to this kind of remote telephone work report, and even the strange voice habitually accepted, "Yes, he is very hardworking and talented. I recently arranged two auditions for him. He It all worked out great, it's just..."

"Just what?"

"His personality is a bit withdrawn. I'm afraid this kind of personality will be disadvantaged in the entertainment industry. I don't know if it is congenital or acquired stimulation? If it is because of that, I suggest that he undergo a formal psychological treatment."

The other party pondered for a few seconds, "Understood, I will pay attention to this matter."

"What's more..." the agent thought about it, "I inquired from the side, the person who was kicked by Ling Lang before seems to be his advertiser?"

The other party didn't speak, which was the default.

"I don't know if it's because of this, but when I made him a prospect plan, every time the word advertisement was mentioned, he showed rejection."

"In this case," the mysterious man said decisively, "there is no need for him to accept commercials in the future."

The agent was stunned, "But advertising is also a way to reflect the value of an artist."

"Ling Lang's value doesn't need to be reflected through advertisements," the man vetoed, "I want you to follow his wishes unconditionally, you don't have to accept the scripts he doesn't want to accept; you don't need to accept the announcements he doesn't want to appear in; If he doesn’t want to go to the entertainment, he doesn’t have to go; if he doesn’t want to see the person, he doesn’t have to. His job is to do what he wants to do, and the rest is your job.”

The manager was going crazy, "Am I cultivating an artist, or raising a son? No, if this is my son, I have to kick him out and let him experience it. He is my own daughter!"

"As I said, I want to lift him to the top of the pyramid. I want everyone to look up to him. I want everyone to accept his original character, and I don't want him to change to cater to anyone."

The agent was completely stunned by his rhetoric, "Boss, may I take the liberty of asking for your name?"

There was a moment of silence on the other side, "My surname is Mo, you can call me Mr. Mo."

The manager was so scared that he almost dropped his phone. Mr. Mo's name has almost become a legend. No one has seen it, but everyone knows it.The words just now came from someone else's mouth without knowing the heights of the heavens and the earth, but from his mouth, it can be done with just a few gestures.

For the first time, he knew that he had been talking to such a big man, and even his voice stuttered.

"Then, dare I ask, who is Ling Lang to you?"

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

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