Ling Lang's answer seemed to have long been expected by the agent, he was not surprised, just nodded.
"Can I see him this time?"
The agent stood there with a bewildered look on his face.
"Is it really that difficult to meet him?"
The agent smiled carefully, "You know, no one in this world has ever seen Mr. Mo."
"I see," Ling Lang changed the subject, "How about the thing you asked you to do last time?"
"What's the matter?" The agent pretended to be stupid.
Ling Lang didn't say a word, the two of them spent so much time together, and in the end the manager couldn't hold on any longer.
"Oh, you're talking about accepting an advertisement," the agent Wang Tian, "no news yet."
"It's been half a year, and you haven't received a single advertisement?" Ling Lang sneered, "What a failure as an actor like me."
"Hey, how can you think like that," the agent quickly reassured him, "It's not that he can't get it, it's that no one can afford it. When everyone heard about the endorsement fee, they were all scared away."
"Then lower the price."
"How can that be!" The agent firmly objected, "It's not just about advertising fees, it's about your worth!"
Ling Lang was silent, and the agent slowly released him, "Look, since your debut, for ten years, you haven't received a single advertisement..."
"So you can't even try it now?"
"Shooting commercials has no artistic value. It's tiring and boring. You have to look at the manufacturer. It's really not suitable for you."
Seeing that Ling Lang remained silent, the agent had to do everything in his power to show affection and reason, "Now you don't have to worry about food or clothing, and you can't use up your salary..."
Ling Lang interrupted him, "You're probably the only agent in the world who does everything possible to prevent his artists from accepting commercials."
The agent smiled awkwardly.
"Actually, your salary has not been paid from my income."
"this… "
Ling Lang's eyes were sharp, and the manager couldn't avoid it. The two were deadlocked for a long time, and the manager had to simply admit, "You're right, as you guessed, my previous employer was Mr. Mo, just like you, signing Mrs. Ye is just a matter of fact. a pretense, but…”
He circled the room, "Do you know how much I have paid to maintain your high image over the years? How many interviews I pushed you, how many reporters I blocked, no matter what activities, you don't want to go there. You don’t have to go if you say it, you can offend anyone you want to offend in the circle, and the manufacturers who have come to you for endorsement in ten years are rejected by me and together they can circle the earth five times!”
He waved his hand excitedly, "I worked so hard to shape you into this image, and now you actually told me to take an ad?"
The agent sat down on the sofa next to Ling Lang, "In those days, Mr. Mo appointed me to follow you, just to let you do whatever you want in this circle, without selling your body, laughing, advertising, or anything!"
"Now, although Mr. Mo no longer pays your living expenses, your savings and income are enough for you to spend. There is no need to go out to do that kind of rough work."
"Listen to me, just keep maintaining your original image, and I'll arrange the rest, OK?" The agent lowered his voice a bit, "What's more, even if you go out to shoot commercials now, Mr. Mo won't come. If you stop you, you still can't see him."
Ling Lang closed his eyes and fell backward, "Then are you still employed by him?"
"No," the agent shook his head. "When Mr. Mo's contract with you expired, he officially terminated the contract with me."
"You haven't seen him once?"
"No, we are always in touch by phone."
The room was quiet for a long time before Ling Lang's voice sounded.
"I just want to thank him in person, not even that?"
There was no answer, only the agent sighed heavily, completely breaking his thoughts.
The assistant sat in the car and ate potato chips, waiting for the manager to come out from Ling Lang's house.
Except for the manager, no one had ever entered Ling Lang's house, not even her personal assistant.
The assistant read a magazine and ate two packs of potato chips. When the third pack was being unpacked, the manager opened the driver's door and got into the car.
"Why is it so long today?"
The agent muttered, "None of the two great gods is easy to serve."
"Two?" The assistant was still chewing potato chips, "Which two?"
The agent who was about to start the car remembered something, let go of the gear and turned to the side, "Did you leak that photo on the set?"
The assistant moved his eyes out of the car window, "Oh, the weather is so nice today."
Ling Lang walked to the room on the other side of the living room. The room was empty, with only a hanging LCD screen hanging on the wall alone. On one side of the shelf was a vase with two sunflowers inserted in the vase.
He walked to the center of the room and knelt down. Over the past ten years, this action has become a habit, like a fixed ritual.
He knew that when he knelt here, Mr. Mo would clearly see his every move from the TV, and the other party's camera was always facing the sunflower on the writing table, and even the voice was processed by a voice changer. The agent is right, no one in this world knows the truth about Mr. Mo.
Everyone in this circle doesn't know Mr. Mo, and everyone wants to meet him. Mr. Mo's words are more useful than many unspoken rules. How many people can't even touch Mr. Mo's shadow. Ling Lang is very lucky to have a video connection with Mr. Mo once a week.
But that was already half a year ago.
"Mr. Mo."
There will be no response, but the voice of the other party has already taken root in his heart.
-You came.
"I took your film."
-very good.
"But I'm scared..."
- What are you afraid of
"I'm afraid of that person."
- You are not afraid of that person, you are afraid of the desire in your heart.
- Our agreement has passed, you are free now.
A moment of silence.
"Can I use something like that?"
- Of course, that's your freedom too.
Ling Lang came to the bedroom, opened the safe by the bed, took out the locked safe, and opened it, nine boxes of the same size were placed side by side, Ling Lang took out one of them at will.
When he took the package with Mr. Mo's name written on it from the courier, it was one of them.
After that, Mr. Mo would give him one every year, for nine years in a row, the styles were different every year, except for the last year. That year, Ling Lang received freedom.
-what do you mean
That day he heard Mr Mok's voice on the phone for the first time - through a voice changer.
- I want to take care of you for ten years.
-Do not make jokes!
- You can rest assured, I will not touch you, and I will not allow others to touch you, I will protect you, and no one can force you.
—I will help you clear all obstacles on the road, let you focus on what you want to do, and help you reach the top of your career.
- What are your conditions? Why are you sending me this
- The thing I gave you, I don't want you to wear it, I use it to make you remember who you are.
-It is not locked in your body, but in your heart. In the past ten years, I want you to be like a jade for me, and I can't even have anyone else in my heart.
- This is my condition, can you do it
Scenes from the past reappeared in Ling Lang's mind. When the memory was over, the objects in his hands had been wiped repeatedly with alcohol several times.
The gift that Mr. Mo gave to Ling Lang, he had never used.
They locked his heart for ten years, and now they are finally functioning as they should.
"Senior, come and sit here," Feng Hao happily pointed to the vacant seat beside him. This time the filming location was on an island in the Pacific Ocean, and the crew packed a whole plane over there.
Ling Lang did not refuse this time, put away his luggage, and sat beside Feng Hao generously.
"I have to ask for more advice during this time."
"each other."
Feng Hao posted it, "Has the senior read the script? This play is just tailor-made for the senior."
Ling Lang's expression was calm, "I said, I won't be caught by you again."
Feng Hao's attitude was particularly sincere, "Then I wish the senior successfully overcome his instincts," he lowered his voice, "I am looking forward to coexisting with the senior in prison."
boom-
Ling Lang was heavily pushed against the iron bars, and there was a loud noise. The prison guards not far away just pretended not to hear it. In this darkest prison in the world, any violence is tacitly tolerated, even if it costs human life, It should also be that the world has lost a scourge since then.
The two cellmates pulled Ling Lang back, kicked and punched again, until they felt it was almost over, they lifted Ling Lang from the ground and pushed him to kneel in front of Feng Hao.
I don't know if it's because of two negative roles in a row, Feng Hao's screen image with a sunny face is a bit stereotyped, and this time he takes on the role of a prison bully.
The makeup artist specially put on Feng Hao's middle-aged makeup and added some fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but Ling Lang felt that it was unnecessary. Feng Hao's performances always made people ignore his age.
Thinking of this, Ling Lang remembered the facial makeup theory he proposed back then. He used to insist on his own opinions, but he also had a prejudice against Feng Hao's image when he first saw him.
"The newcomer, let you know the rules here, kowtow three times to the boss, lick the boss's shoes clean, and then you will be your own person. If something happens, the boss will cover you, otherwise..." Friends laughed.
Ling Lang's head was pressed desperately by two people, he could only desperately look up at Feng Hao, Feng Hao sat there without saying a word, his expression was cold, looking at him was like looking at grass mustard ants, Ling Lang's heart moved, and his lower body passed Pain comes.
The cellmate pressed Ling Lang's head lower and lower, almost touching Feng Hao's shoe upper, Ling Lang's heart sank, and he shouted, "Let go of me, I have something to say!"
The cellmate looked at Feng Hao, Feng Hao's jaw lifted, and the two men relaxed a little.
Ling Lang raised his head and looked directly at Feng Hao without fear, "You let me go, I have value."
The two cellmates laughed loudly when they heard the words, and even the corners of Feng Hao's mouth pulled out an indistinct arc.
"Tell me, what's your use value?" Feng Hao asked casually.
Ling Lang's tone was extremely firm, "I can take you out."
"WELL DONE!" Director Yang was very satisfied with the performance of the two.
Feng Hao helped Ling Lang up and whispered in his ear, "Senior did a good job today."
Ling Lang pretended not to understand his words, and went straight back to the dressing room to pick up things. The conditions on the island were not as good as those on land, and the rooms were limited. Even a big name Ling Lang could only share the same lounge with Feng Hao.
When he came out in the morning, Ling Lang was worried that the cleaning staff would mess with his things, so he took the key out and kept it in his dressing table. When he returned to the lounge, the box where the keys had been stored was empty.
Ling Lang broke out in a cold sweat, turned the dressing table upside down, but couldn't find the shadow of the key.
The key is missing! How could this be? Ling Lang's limbs went cold, and he felt an unprecedented panic.
"Senior, what are you looking for? Is it this?" Feng Hao quietly appeared behind him.
Ling Lang turned around quickly, and saw Feng Hao pinching the thing he was looking for with two fingers. He reached out to grab it, but Feng Hao moved faster than him, his hand shrank, and he held the key in his hand.
"Give it to me!" Ling Lang lost his usual composure.
"Ah," Feng Hao refused, "I've said it before, and if I catch the senior, I won't let it go."
"It's just a key."
"Just asking for the key? Why is the senior so excited?"
"That key is very important to me," Ling Lang tried desperately to control his emotions.
"Really? How important is it?" Feng Hao spread his palm, "What a unique key, I'm also curious, is it 3,000 or 6,000 for seniors to wear?"
Ling Lang's face was bloodless for a moment.
Feng Hao put the key to his mouth and kissed it lightly. When he opened his eyes, he had changed into a different attitude, "Want to take it back? Come to my room tonight."