Chapter 819: The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (65)
The Dark and Lonely Boy and His Red and White Rose? (Sixty-five)
Angkor was very conflicted about this matter.
Even though he didn't understand at first why this kid was asked to leave by his superiors, now that this kid was so generous and a little arrogant to ask him for resources, he finally understood.
This kid actually secretly established a relationship with him without his knowledge. It is obvious that Fang Ziqi is no longer the same person as before.
But Fang Ziqi was so blatantly trying to suck Lance's blood from his hand, and Wu Ge felt that this move was more difficult for him to accept than Fang Ziqi's direct attempt to climb up the social ladder without notifying him.
Because when he was with Lance, Fang Ziqi was not unaware of his situation.
Wu Ge even asked himself, he was not as attentive in training Lance as he was in training Fang Ziqi. After all, Lance came later, while Fang Ziqi was spotted by him and signed to the company from the very beginning.
But he really didn't expect that Fang Ziqi would actually hook up with all the people above. Hooking up with the people above was not what made him most angry. What made him most angry was that Fang Ziqi actually refused to continue following him after hooking up with them, and even wanted to suck the traffic of the only popular artist he had.
But Fang Ziqi proposed a condition that made him very excited.
Fang Ziqi said that he had the contact information of a composition teacher. If he could cooperate with Lans, he would give the contact information to Lans and promote the cooperation between the teacher and Lans.
Angkor was moved.
Then he was rejected by Song Ning.
Wu Ge: "Why? You all know that teacher. If he can compose music for Lance's new song, then..."
Song Ning: "Isn't he going to tell you about your affairs?"
After he asked, he didn't even look at Wu Ge's expression. He didn't even raise his head and continued to look at the loquat and pear soup in the pot. Recently, Lance would hum from time to time when writing new songs. Song Ning was worried about his voice, so he had contacted for three days to cook this for Lance.
Wu Ge: "...No, but what does this matter?"
The throat-soothing soup in the pot had already turned amber. Song Ning tasted it lightly with a spoon, turned off the heat with satisfaction, and took it out to cool.
This pot is the portion for today. After Lance washes up and has breakfast, this is basically what he will drink for the whole day.
After dividing the throat soothing soup into two cups, Song Ning explained to Angkor who was following closely behind him.
"Since he didn't tell you that he was going to be with someone else, or you were directly notified and found out that he was no longer with you, do you think he is still trustworthy?"
Song Ning felt that sometimes he was really curious about how Wu Ge became an agent, because Wu Ge's personality was really not suitable for this circle, he was too simple and naive.
"Since he is untrustworthy, why should we gamble with our already confirmed resources to see if he is lying?"
Wu Ge: "...What if what he said is true?"
Song Ning looked at him in disbelief, and finally said helplessly, "Then what do you think of him, a man who will do anything for himself, even if he knew the contact information of the composer and he cooperated with us, would he use such a good resource to help Brother Lans succeed, or to help himself succeed?"
Angkor understood and left feeling disappointed.
As soon as he left, Lance came out of the bathroom drying his hair.
"Hmm? Didn't Angkor come over just now? Why can't I see him?"
Song Ning's eyes were fixed on his collarbone which was covered with water droplets. "No, he came to propose a cooperation, but I thought it would be bad for you and I didn't agree to it, so he left."
Lance paused in wiping his hair, and Song Ning reacted, but he was not as flustered as before.
He just looked at Lance quietly, and sure enough, he heard Lance snort softly, without expressing any dissatisfaction with his unauthorized assertion.
"Got it. I'm going to go think about a new song. Where's my throat soup?"
Sure enough, he understood more and more what Lance was thinking, and Song Ning's heart was like a spring bursting with joy.
Maybe, just maybe he could be bold enough to ask for more.