You Are Deep in The Stars

An hour later, the property manager repaired the broken door, quickly packed up the box, and fled the scene as if he was about to be picked up and beaten on the head and face by the handsome and murderous man in front of him if he was delayed for even one second.

Liu Chunchun hid behind Bai Xi and said tremblingly and crying, “I don’t think I really need an assistant.”

“If you plan to accept the invitation from Moses Gallery, then believe me, you do,” Han Zhuo said with a sincere face, “And although Mr. Wang looks fierce, he is actually very kind, professional, and thoughtful.”

“Really?” Liu Chunchun didn’t want to believe it at all.

“Yes…” Bai Xi comforted him symbolically, and then added, “But you haven’t answered me yet whether you want to accept the invitation from Moses Gallery.”

Liu Chunchun answered honestly: “I like painting, but that’s a hobby, and I’m ready to find a job. I never thought of becoming a professional painter.”

“Then accept this invitation first,” Wang Yuanchen interrupted the conversation. He opened a can of beer with his long nails and glanced at his new employer indifferently, “Use a fake name, a fake identity, and even a fake photo, and only exchange your shabby works for 5 million. This is definitely a good deal, and it won’t affect your job search.”

Bai Xi gave a thumbs up to the assistant. Although he still looked very fierce, he was not slow to get into the role, but there was one thing. It should be noted that their Chunchun paintings were not shabby at all.

“Then it’s settled,” Han Zhuo patted Wang Yuanchen, “You know what I want, let’s go first.”

“Hey!” Bai Xi quickly grabbed him, “Just leaving like this? Shouldn’t we stay here, watch Chunchun and Mr. Wang get to know each other?”

Han Zhuo lowered his voice: “Do you think they are on a blind date?”

“Let’s go,” Han Zhuo picked up the windbreaker for him, smiling and said, “We should go home.”

Bai Xi could only express infinite sympathy for Liu Chunchun deep in his heart.

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Ten minutes later, Liu Chunchun was still standing at the door, not daring to enter the house.

“You,” Wang Yuanchen sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and ordered in a royal tone, “Go and pack your things.”

“Why?” Liu Chunchun asked with choked sobs.

“Because it’s too shabby and I don’t want to live here,” the assistant replied. He glanced at the wall clock impatiently and said, “I’ll give you five minutes.”

Liu Chunchun mustered up his courage and hummed, “Then you can go home. There is no law that stipulates you must live with your employer. Do you want me to call a car for you?”

Wang Yuanchen didn’t speak anymore. He just kept staring at the pink clock on the wall. His beautiful face had no expression, as if it were a solidified plaster statue.

Liu Chunchun felt a little urgent to urinate.

And just when he was finally moving to the bathroom step by step, Wang Yuanchen stood up from the sofa, picked up his suit and threw it over his shoulder, and said coldly: “Five minutes are up.”

Liu Chunchun did not react: “Ah?”

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him directly into the elevator.

Very brutal, very violent.

An hour later, Liu Chunchun cried and called Bai Xi, telling him of being kidnapped by terrorist. He was taken to a large luxury apartment in the city center on the 88th floor. The floor was covered with pure white cashmere mats, which he did not dare to step on. The star-like crystal chandelier was so bright that it dazzled him, the pearls in the jacuzzi made his butt hurt, the slippers were studded with heavy diamonds, and the violent man even forced him to try on his Armani collection.

Bai Xi held his head with one hand and asked doubtfully: “Are you sure you’re not showing off?”

Liu Chunchun burst into tears: “Take it away quickly, I don’t want to drink your 1982 Lafite anymore!”

Bai Xi calmly hung up the phone.

“I told you before, don’t worry,” Han Zhuo handed him the glass, “Here milk, Aunt Li said you are not allowed to secretly add sugar, otherwise you will get cavities.”

“I was just thinking about something,” Bai Xi sat up, “It happened a long time ago.”

“Huh?” Han Zhuo sat opposite him.

“When I was a junior in college, I once met a very strange person,” Bai Xi recalled.

It was the winter vacation of his junior year. He drove his roommate to the train station. Seeing that it was still early, he took a detour to an abandoned factory in the suburbs to see if he could rent the factory. When he got there, he discovered that it was completely empty, not even a security guard.

It was dark early in winter, and with the north wind howling all around, Bai Xi got goosebumps unconsciously. He walked quickly back to the parking lot, only to see an old man standing next to the car. He was wearing a shabby old-fashioned tunic suit, and his gray hair was a little dirty.

“He looked like he was suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, and he couldn’t tell where he lived. He only said that he got on the wrong bus and wanted to go back to the city,” Bai Xi said.

Han Zhuo nodded: “Did you let him get in the car?”

“It was already very cold at that time. I took him back to the city, bought a cotton coat on the roadside, and left another five hundred yuan,” Bai Xi said, “Then I sent the person to the police station.”

Han Zhuo smiled: “You were very kind; did he say anything strange?”

“On the way back, he kept lying on the car window, looking at the stars outside, like a child,” Bai Xi said, “He was humming a song. It has no name, but it sounds very good.”

“So?” Han Zhuo continued to ask.

“That song is the ringtone of the assistant you found for Chunchun today,” Bai Xi said, “It’s exactly the same.”

“It’s just a song,” Han Zhuo took away the empty milk cup, “If you like it, I can ask him the name of the song.”

“Really?” Bai Xi frowned slightly, “Do you think it’s just a coincidence?”

“It’s hard to say,” Han Zhuo thought for a while, “Maybe we can ask him.”

Bai Xi looked at him for a while, then leaned back in the chair: “Okay, I have to go to work.”

“Are you serious?” Han Zhuo walked to him, “It’s night now. At eleven o’clock, you should sleep, not work.”