captive hacker god

Owen's biological clock was broken as early as in his previous life. Like a typical teenager nowadays, he is a night owl.

And Owen's previous job can also meet his conditions of turning around day and night. Now that he has the backstage of the Li family, he doesn't have to worry about work. But, obviously Owen forgot...today is the first day of work.

No wonder he would forget it. With Li Chengtian's ability, Owen stayed at home for three years as a painter and lived a rich life with no income. Now Owen can do the same.But helplessly, after "Owen" attempted suicide, Li Chengtian realized that he could no longer be allowed to stay at home all day, so Owen was forced to go out to work and contact people.

In the morning, sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the window, and the young man who was illuminated by the light on the big bed next to the floor-to-ceiling window pulled up the sheet to block it. Suddenly, there was a beautiful melody in the air, and the female lead singer had a slightly hoarse voice Still charming but ignored, the sound stopped and rang, rang and stopped, repeated this more than ten times, and Owen finally reached out reluctantly and picked up the mobile phone placed on the small table.

"Hey……"

There was a weak voice from this side, and the other party paused after listening.

"Aren't you up yet?"

"Hmm..." Responded vaguely, Owen half-opened his eyelids and looked at the screen, saw the clock pointing to eleven, and wanted to continue to sleep without thinking about it. There was no need to wake up so "early" because he was busy until dawn yesterday.

Faintly, Owen heard the other party's deep voice saying: "...Today is the first day of production, and the producer Xu who is in charge of recording production wants to discuss the details with you... When can you come?"

"..."

"Also, the commercial audition will be in the afternoon..."

After talking for a long time, the other party finally found that his head was hot, and couldn't help calling: "Hey, hello, hello..."

Owen frowned, and the throbbing pain in his sleepy head made him extremely impatient—"It's so noisy! What kind of song are you singing with your broken voice!"

After venting, there was silence on the other side of the microphone.

"..."

The other party called a few times, and Owen responded a few more times. He seemed to answer something while he was half asleep. After he fell into a deep sleep again, the metal mobile phone slid down the sheet to the ground and still couldn't wake him up.

"How? When will Second Young Master come?"

Ling Feiyan turned his head to look at the anxious music producer, and knew in his heart that this person was nervous not because the recording later would go well, but when the second young master would come so that he could curry favor.Although I disdain this kind of practice, there is no way to do it. Whoever called this place is Fantian, if he can get along with the second young master of the Li family, he might be able to rise to the top in the future...

Under Xu's eager gaze, Ling Feiyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he decided to hide the fact that he was accused of having a broken voice and was not suitable for singing, and said vaguely, "Second Young Master hasn't gone out yet, I'll go pick him up."

Producer Xu changed his expression when he heard the words, "Then why don't you hurry up!"

Seeing how utilitarian producer Xu is, the recording assistant couldn't help but look at Ling Feiyan with some sympathy, but Ling Feiyan's chance to produce the film is only thanks to the second young master, otherwise this star with constant negative scandals would not be possible There is such an opportunity.

Ling Feiyan didn't care about such treatment, turned around and walked out of the recording studio.

May I ask, is there any artist in the world who is not lived by the manager but takes care of the manager instead? ──Ling Feiyan is enough.

A proud newcomer might be dissatisfied, but Ling Feiyan is not.

He used to be popular for a period of time, but chance and luck caused his popularity to decline. When he was handed over to the second young master, Ling Feiyan was already an artist whose popularity could not be lowered. The newcomers in the third tier are not much different, or even worse.

In the eyes of outsiders, the current Ling Feiyan is a lucky one, otherwise how could he be next to the shining second young master?

Many artists are jealous of Ling Feiyan's luck, but only Ling Feiyan, who is the person involved, understands that the second young master is a very irresponsible manager—for example, the second young master missed the appointment on the first day of production.

……

The manager went on strike on the first day, and Ling Feiyan had to come to the address Owen gave.

Ling Feiyan looked at it for a long time, and finally found a house at the end of the alley. He thought that it was indeed the place where the second young master lived. The environment was so quiet that it could still be an independent small courtyard. He rang the bell and waited for a long time without any response. He tried to push the door Then, he turned the handle and found that the door was unlocked?

Ling Feiyan stepped into the house, thought for a while, and took off his dusty leather shoes. When he came to the hall, he couldn't help being a little surprised. It was not as magnificent as he imagined, but rather deserted. The white walls were surrounded by oil paintings. It was only then that he remembered that someone said that the second young master seemed to be a painter before.

And these oil paintings gave him a very strange feeling, as if he was crying silently about loneliness and heartache... It was very strange and did not fit the image given to him by the second young master of the famous family.

While he was in a trance, there were light footsteps on the stairs. Looking up, he saw Owen, whom he had met once, staggered down, his sleepy eyes showed that he was not fully awake yet.

Before Ling Feiyan could speak, he saw Owen stepping into the air, "Be careful...!"

Ling Feiyan's motor nerves are very good, and he rushed over quickly to catch Owen who fell. This shock made Owen wake up immediately, and found himself being hugged horizontally, "It's you."

Ling Feiyan found that the young man in front of him had a completely different feeling from the short-lived side last time. Although his expression was still calm, this time he looked a little dazed and very cute.

Owen rubbed his forehead, his head started to work again, and waited for a while before the man moved, then gave him a sideways glance and said, "Put me down."

Ling Feiyan responded belatedly, carefully put the person back on the ground, and instead of complaining, he said, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Ah...?" Owen shook his head, feeling that this person was a little strange.

No wonder it's so light... as light as a girl, thinking about it, he was smart enough not to say it.

Ling Feiyan rushed him to the bathroom to tidy up, and he went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to make lunch, fiddled with it, he began to be puzzled, why did it happen like this?

"I'm hungry." Owen said as a matter of course when he came to the kitchen after tidying up.

Ling Feiyan came back to his senses and put the food on the plate two or three times, and the two enjoyed their belated lunch in the hall. Ling Feiyan was tall and strong, and he ate fast, so it was settled in a short while, watching Owen eat in small bites As he ate the noodles, he felt that this young master really did not belong to the same world as him, and even the food he ate was so refined and elegant.

Compared with himself, Owen is actually more suitable to be an artist, right?Ling Feiyan shook his head, thinking that Er Shao's character was not suitable for this circle, and he didn't need money as much as he did.

"Are you here?" Owen felt full after eating half a bowl, and finally had the strength to ask questions.

Ling Feiyan paused, put down his chopsticks and asked a question, "I was going to record today, but..."

Owen interrupted him and continued to guess, "How? Failed?"

Ling Feiyan was defeated by him, and he asked helplessly, "Do you know what the manager is going to do?"

Owen shook his head, nodded when he remembered something, left his seat, walked around the hall and came back, put the book in his hand in front of him, Ling Feiyan saw what was written on the cover, and bowed his head speechlessly.

"Introductory Manual for Managers"──this book didn't even tear off the wrapping paper, and just by reading it, you can tell that the second young master has no self-consciousness as a manager at all.

Fortunately, Ling Feiyan was also used to being independent, so he resolutely put the book aside, stared at Owen and said, "On the first day of recording, the producer needs to discuss the production time and release time with the manager." Thinking of the poor producer Xu deliberately Putting on bright clothes and standing outside the door for a long time, the second young master turned out to be unconscious. After thinking about it, he asked, "Are you going to the audition in the afternoon?"

"It would have been nice if you hadn't been there."

Obviously, this Second Young Master is really a very unqualified manager.

"Forget it, it's fine if you don't go, you won't be selected anyway." Ling Feiyan heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, as far as he is currently a popular advertiser, he doesn't like it, and if he doesn't go, he won't be ugly.

What Ling Feiyan said made Owen wonder, "Why do you say that?"

"Do you really know nothing?" Ling Feiyan was a little surprised.

Owen was a little unhappy, "Know what?"

"Don't you watch entertainment news?" Seeing him shaking his head, Ling Feiyan remained silent. It wasn't that he was putting on airs or complaining about something, but who would want to tell others those false negative news.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Owen felt even more unhappy. He turned his face away and went to the study without saying a word, took out his notebook and returned to the sofa.Seeing him bored like an awkward child, Ling Feiyan laughed a little, and lowered his voice like coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, let me tell you."

Unexpectedly, Owen didn't appreciate it, and quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, "I'll see for myself."

Ling Feiyan looked at Owen. He was wearing a white sweater and black pants. His slender figure looked like a clothes hanger. With his slender index fingers and elegant temperament, his appearance was already more attractive than the god-level stars he had ever seen. A person with a good-looking face, this kind of person is the pride of heaven, and he is destined to be extraordinary after birth, right?

It really is a completely different individual from him, Ling Feiyan thought.

With no technical content at all, Owen easily dug up everything about Ling Feiyan from the Internet. Not to mention Ling Feiyan, even the National Intelligence Agency, he can come and go freely, let alone as a person who has no privacy. A public figure who speaks.

After reading a few pieces of news, Owen looked at Ling Feiyan with a strange look.

"What's wrong?" Ling Feiyan asked uncomfortably as he blinked and stared at himself.

Owen turned the notebook around, and Ling Feiyan saw the words on the screen—"Ling Feiyan once again played big names for no reason, and the artists who have partnered with him claim to be very careful when they are on the same stage with him, so as not to be..."

Seeing this, Ling Feiyan fell silent.

Owen looked at Ling Feiyan. He was tall, and he could not tell whether he was strong or not in long clothes and trousers. His face had a personality, and overall he was good-looking, that is, the thick flying eyebrows. He Zhangyang's red hair looked a little unruly, and it was hard to replace him as the violent protagonist in the news when he thought of how he prepared lunch for himself.

"You don't look like a bad tempered person." Owen said bluntly.

Ling Feiyan was slightly taken aback when he heard this. It was the first time he had heard someone say this about himself, and he was silent for a while before saying: "...I have a bad temper, it should be said that my emotions are easy to lose control, right? Half of what is written on it is true. Yes, last time the variety show was fixed by other artists, and I couldn't control it for a while..."

Owen nodded understandingly, seeing that he was hesitant to speak but stopped looking at him, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

Ling Feiyan hesitated, but continued, "I thought you were willing to be my manager because you knew the truth, but it doesn't matter if you regret it now."

Owen stared at him as if considering this proposal, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed into arcs, and suddenly asked, "What can you do?" After a pause, he felt that the question was unclear and added, "I mean Do you need a manager to accompany you at work?"

Although Ling Feiyan felt puzzled, he shook his head and said, "No, my previous manager was just a name."

Owen smiled, held his chin and said in a good mood: "Okay, I will continue to be your manager, but the recording..."

Now, Ling Feiyan finally understood that he really didn't mind those scandals, so he shook his head and said, "I didn't expect the second young master to be like a normal manager..."

Before he finished speaking, Owen turned to him and asked, "What do you mean? Are you saying I'm useless?"

Ling Feiyan immediately shrugged, "No, I mean you are the second young master, of course you are the manager..."

Owen immediately lifted the table, pointed his index finger straight at him, and raised his chin to speak imposingly, "Let me tell you... there is only what I don't want to do, there is nothing I can't do! Isn't it the little manager, I There's nothing wrong with it!"

Ling Feiyan: "..."

Ling Feiyan's failure to follow Mao, Owen reversed the negativity just now and became extremely positive. He originally planned to be a hands-off manager, but he was displeased when he heard the other party's assertion. He has always been proud. His only weakness is ... Can't stand the excitement?

It was the first time that Ling Feiyan felt the pain of not being good at words. He meant that although the second young master had a name, it didn't matter, but he didn't expect to be taken as a provocation. No wonder he always offended people...

In any case, is it a good thing that Irving is finally conscious of becoming a manager?Ling Feiyan thought to himself comfortingly.

However, the audition meeting later...will there really be no problem?He was very suspicious.