Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
“Hey, little girl, send 40 of the most advanced rice cookers to me.” Luo Qian finally understood why everyone wanted to be a boss and why some people would even puff themselves up at their own cost for the sake of being a boss. It turned out that the feeling of being a boss was really great—for the shopping, he had Pei Sefei to help him with it; for fighting, there was Li Fei’er. He washed his hands off everything and laid cozily on his S-shaped recliner with a cup of hot tea. The aroma of the tea lingered around; this was the kind of life an Immortal should be living.
Pei Sefei angrily flung the cell phone in her hand onto the dressing table. With a clack, the exquisite, dull gold cell phone broke into pieces as expensive moisturizers and eye shadow palettes scattered on the ground.
The feminine male manager heard the ruckus and ran in hastily, shouting exaggeratedly, “Oh goodness, my little madam! Who the hell provoked you again…”
Pei Sefei ground her teeth as if Luo Qian was right in her mouth. She was like a little lioness, wanting to rip him to pieces. “This damned fellow; he doesn’t have any awareness of a gentleman at all! He’s really treating me as his servant at his beck and call!”
Pei Sefei flew into a rage out of humiliation. She slammed the table and said, “I’m not going, I’m not going. Regardless of what is said today, I won’t go anywhere!”
Her manager was startled. “Oh little madam, it’s impossible for you to not go. The advertisement today is for a transnational company. On top of the problem with the remuneration and compensation for breaching the contract, this advertisement will be released in the whole of Asia and Western Europe. It would be of great help for your future advancement into the international scene…”
Pei Sefei shook her head and said, “I’m not referring to that…”
Photography lights, surf boards, counterfeit beach, man-made waves. After a whole day of work, all she heard in her ears were the constant ‘no, no’ calls of the director. Pei Sefei didn’t have much of a temper either. Her mind was elsewhere today; it was unavoidable that her expressions were lacking.
After the umpteenth NG, the director threw his own chair in a rage and yelled a few phrases in an unknown language; they were calling it a day. Pei Sefei left the scene dejectedly but was abruptly held back by a hand.
“Ah!” That hand used a lot of force, making it so painful that she cried out, and her person stumbled as a result as well. Growing up, when had Pei Sefei suffered such bullying? She turned back and glared at the owner of that hand. A Caucasian face, not fully evolved, covered in blond hair. His hair and beard were combined with his body hair in a self-perceived style of artistic appeal.
The director swung his arms angrily like a King Kong as he roared at her, clearly blaming her for wasting everyone’s day.
Pei Sefei could not understand him; she did not know that he was complaining about how many Euros the equipment and manpower cost per day. He was a notable director and was evidently treating Pei Sefei as a small actress whose dream was to enter the international film industry and could be manipulated as he wished.
The manager saw that Pei Sefei’s expression was becoming increasingly stiff. Knowing that things were going to become bad, he hurriedly rushed forward and hugged Pei Sefei desperately.
Pei Sefei raged. “Let go of me!” Although her manager was a sissy, he was a man after all. Pei Sefei could not break free and was dragged outside.
Inside the premium car rented by the company, Pei Sefei saw the Caucasian director walk out of the photo studio. Seeing her in the car, he muttered more comments in scorn. Judging by his expression, they certainly weren’t anything nice.
Pei Sefei leaped up, and her manager hauled her back into the seat with everything he had again. “My madam, he’s a director who has gotten the Golden Lion Award. If it wasn’t because this company is a sponsor for his next film, how could he be doing such a commercial advertisement? Please calm down for a moment; we cannot afford to provoke such a person!”
Pei Sefei’s tears dropped as she watched that director climb into a black Audi and proudly went on his way.
Pei Sefei let out a breath and said quietly, “Let go of me.”
Seeing that the director had left, her manager also sighed and relaxed his hold. “Sefei, you don’t understand. This is how the rules of this world are. I’m sure you know very well that you are already very lucky. Because of your background, you do not have to sleep with those directors and producers, and you are able to get what you want. You…”
“I want to take a walk alone.” With that, she pushed open the door and alighted.
The manager watched her stubborn back view and shook his head helplessly.
The stream of cars zoomed past beside her as the sky gradually darkened. As the evening lights lit up, the shining car lights formed a glowing river. Through her tears, that river was clear and sparkling.
Alone, Pei Sefei hugged her arms and walked as she cried helplessly. Abruptly lifting her head, she realized that she was actually below Luo Qian’s stronghold; she had no idea how it happened.
Go up or not? Pei Sefei stood downstairs and hesitated for a long time…
“This little lass, how ridiculous. She is my employee in any case. How dare she stand me up…” Luo Qian’s tea had turned cold, and he was already tired, yet Pei Sefei and the rice cookers still weren’t here.
Pei Sefei could not quite put her finger on what she felt about Luo Qian now. She was just slightly unwilling to submit and also a little curious. In her living environment, the pressure was immense. With Luo Qian, it was casual and relaxed. As such, she’d indistinctly taken a fancy to such feelings. However, Pei Sefei could never accept Luo Qian’s attitude of not treating her as a pretty girl. Instead, treating her as if an employee was just an employee.
When her missy temper came up, Pei Sefei naturally stood Luo Qian up. Even though she, who was of good nature, felt slightly guilty in her heart for that. She couldn’t get her mind off it for the whole day, and as a result, messed up the advertisement and even got a dressing down for it.
Luo Qian was complaining when a series of knocks sounded. Luo Qian leaped up. “You’re finally here…” When he opened the door, Luo Qian froze.
Pei Sefei’s hands were empty, but two streaks of tears hung on her face.
Luo Qian’s expression changed. “What’s wrong? Who bullied you? Tell me. I’ll go stand up for you!”
After such a long time, there was finally a person who cared about her. All of a sudden, Pei Sefei could no longer hold back and burst out crying, throwing herself into Luo Qian’s arms.
“What exactly happened?” Luo Qian frowned. He carried Pei Sefei inside and closed the door.
Pei Sefei sobbed and said, “That director, he’s such a bully. Boohoo hoo… I don’t want to go home. My father and grandfather have disapproved of me coming out to work. If they were to find out, they would certainly lock me up at home. Boohoo hoo…”
Luo Qian’s countenance changed. “Which director?!” He had heard of the unspoken rules of the Human Realm before. Once he heard what Pei Sefei said, he thought she’d been bullied. Luo Qian instinctively classified Pei Sefei as his person—of course, not his woman. His employee was, of course, his person. How dare he bully his person? Was that fellow the god of longevity, who chose to eat arsenic, tired of living?
…
In reality, it was a Caucasian eating arsenic.
Even though Pei Sefei shook her head the entire time and refused to speak, given how advanced the information industry was now, Luo Qian found a pile of news after switching on the laptop in his stronghold and did a casual search online. Pei Sefei was a female star who rose most swiftly in the local scene recently. The media visibility of the news of her collaboration with a transnational company was extremely high. In addition, that director was also an internationally famous director; Luo Qian found the hotel he was putting up in China easily.
“Hmph!” With a cold sneer, Luo Qian shut the laptop and left the house without a word.
Pei Sefei was stunned for a long while before she suddenly shouted, “Don’t act recklessly! He’s a foreign friend; he’s protected by the international diplomatic treaties…” Luo Qian had long disappeared from her sight. Pei Sefei leaped up, unable to care that much, she grabbed her phone and dialed a number. “Uncle Liu, you’ve got to help me…”
Grand City Hotel, the most luxurious five-star hotel in City X. Just like the so-called ‘five-star hotels’ in the country, regardless of whether their service was really at the standard of a five-star hotel, at least it wasn’t the slightest bit inferior to the world-famous Hilton or Sheraton and the like when it came to the splendor of its furnishings.
Luo Qian stood at the entrance, dressed in an extravagant Gucci suit. He’d just bought this at the high-end shopping mall beside the hotel. It’d cost Luo Qian hundreds of thousands of yuan. With regards to this extra expenditure, Luo Qian’s heart ached terribly. He had already made up his mind that he would be getting it back from this unlucky fellow called Voslot.
The doormen of high-end venues forever only looked at the clothes and not the people. Luo Qian shook his sleeve and aptly revealed the Vacheron Constantin on his wrist. The doormen immediately bowed and opened the revolving glass door for him.
The top floor’s luxurious emperor suite’s furnishings were all of the highest quality. Bathware plated in 24K gold, pearl oyster sanitary appliances, pure silver mirror…
Voslot was in a terrible mood. Because of that shot of morphine in the morning, his inspiration could’ve been gushing today. Unfortunately, it was screwed up by the foolish Chinese woman who could not understand what art was. Voslot threw a temper in the studio, then, after enjoying the s*x service by the high-quality escort girls, he laid comfortably inside the jacuzzi and rested with his eyes closed back at the hotel.
Damn it, if it wasn’t for that sponsored 200 million Euros, who would come to this desert of art, Asia! Voslot had a plan in his heart; what he was going for with his next film was an Oscar award. He’d chosen a literary film that the majority of investors weren’t optimistic about. As such, though he carried the title of the Golden Lion Film Festival Best Director, he couldn’t find any big investors.
However, he was very confident in this film. Although the Oscars were becoming increasingly commercialized, those feature films filled with humanistic care and examination of society remained the easiest films to clinch the Best Director award. He believed that his literary film would definitely be able to win the Best Foreign Language Film award.
It also happened that at this time, this transnational company wanted to borrow his reputation to popularize their new generation of products and invited him to film the advertisement. He, who never did advertisements, was forced to consider this proposal properly—200 million Euros in exchange for his maiden advertisement work.
“Gee—” Voslot, who was covered in hair, sat up in the bathtub and found an excuse for himself. “Art is eternal, but artists need money to survive.”
Dok dok.
Knocks sounded.
Voslot frowned in great displeasure. “These useless Chinese; they can’t even be proper waiting staff. Didn’t I tell them to stop bothering me!”