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Guan Yi walked into Han Jue's home, put the book into the entrance hall, picked up the top one, "History of the Development of Chinese Art", revealing the next one, "Light, Shadow, Story". He turned his head and looked at the spine of the stack of books, and also saw some novels.

This is very illiterate and does not conform to Han Jue's previous "personality".

After Han Jue moved the things from his hand in, he saw a cold-faced man reading the stack of books.

"Buy whatever you want to have a look."

Han Jue explained. Han Jue himself also knew what his predecessor looked like. He bought a bunch of books and it was impossible not to make people suspicious.

Han Jue took the last pile of books in, and Guan Yi followed in together.

While Han Jue was thinking about how to get Guan Yi away, Guan Yi sat straight on the sofa and asked Han Jue:

"What are the plans after the contract expires?"

After hearing this, Han Jue didn't think about it and drove people away. He sat on the sofa opposite Guan Yi and asked:

“When will the contract expire?”

"It's about half a year left."

Guan Yi asked directly at this time:

"Have you found the next home?"

When Han Jue heard this problem, he determined that the company would not renew the contract. He pondered for a while and said to Guan Yi:

"I plan to not be an artist."

"Isn't an artist?" Guan Yi was surprised, because he heard in the morning that Han Jue had not relaxed and honed his skills for so many years, and in the afternoon he was amazed by Han Jue's talent. He always thought that Han Jue would wait and wait for a big move.

But I didn't expect Han Jue to no longer plan to become an artist.

"Can you talk about it? Why don't you want to be an artist anymore?" Guan Yi asked.

"I don't like it." Han Jue could only answer this way, otherwise he could say that he could not be an artist?

Han Jue didn't listen to much in his previous life. He couldn't do music. His acting skills were only at the same level as a sitcom with his girlfriend. He didn't even have aerobics level when dancing, so the artist couldn't even be a good person even if he wanted to.

"Just doing what you like and finding fun in it no matter what you do, are two amazing abilities. Everyone has been pursuing the former, and the former can achieve the latter." Guan Yi seemed to understand Han Jue's mood very much, "I didn't like being an agent before."

Han Jue nodded and began to talk nonsense:

"You know, my situation has not improved over the years, I have no chance, and I am tired, so I thought, let's just stop here, forget it."

After hearing this, Guan Yi looked at Han Jue sideways. His contemptuous eyes were also very obvious on a expressionless face, saying:

"Why hasn't you improved, don't you know why?"

Han Jue swears that he really doesn't know, but he can't show it, so he shook his head with a wry smile.

It is a kind of [shaking your head helplessly know why] rather than [shaking your head who doesn't know what you don't know].

Unexpectedly, Guan Yi was surprised when he saw Han Jue's "upset" look.

This is not the attitude that the thorn should have.

It seems that there is still value in rescuing it?

Han Jue saw Guan Yi's eyes flashing and lit up. He suddenly didn't know where he did something wrong again, so he quickly staggered the topic:

"By the way, do you know if I have any financial services? Or stock market or something?"

Guan Yi said:

"I don't know, I've only taken over you for a week and haven't heard of you in this regard."

Han Jue nodded and said he knew.

Guan Yi suddenly thought of something and said:

"Are you short of money?"

Han Jue nodded. He checked the bank card today. The total number of cards was only more than 5,000. He thought he should have moved to another place.

However, Guan Yi said:

"If you are short of money, you will give all the money to Brother Wang last week and ask him to help you give all the money to others?"

Han Jue was stunned and asked:

"To others, who do you give?"

Guan Yi was even more surprised when he saw Han Jue ask this.

"To the fan you injured before."

Han Jue leaned back and his eyes drooped.

He probably knew what was going on and why. He just left empty-handed, but in the end he didn't give the money to his relatives, it was quite unexpected.

"Did you say how much?"

"Brother Wang said it's about 2000."

Han Jue clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and resisted the urge to get the money back.

After Guan Yi finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and said:

"What are you going to do if you don't become an artist?"

Han Jue stammered and said:

"I don't know yet... I'll probably make money by writing things."

Guan Yi subconsciously thought of Han Jue's memoir, which only scored 4 points on the Vineyard Rating Network. He wanted to say that Han Jue was overestimating his abilities, but he also thought of Han Jue's talk show performance last night, and immediately put away a little contempt.

Guan Yi just nodded and asked again:

"Then where do you live?"

"Where to live? Live here."

Guan Yi leaned forward, supported his elbows on his knees, closed his hands and covered his mouth, raised the corners of his mouth, and said:

"This is allocated by the company, and you don't have a house outside. When the contract expires, the house will be taken back by the company. You may have to move out at that time."

Han Jue suddenly felt lightning strike him.

It's all messy, and none of the plans went smoothly! This predecessor is so terrible!

Han Jue's hands were unconsciously stroking his hair, looking very irritable.

Guan Yi saw this and spoke slowly:

"Look, I've only been in this company for a week. You are the first artist I took over. Although your situation is not that good, I don't like that the first artist is a failure in operation, and I don't plan to become a agent who can only ride a ride. Your contract for the next six months will always be your agent before it expires. I am not the kind of person who can ruin your cards. Like the resources of yesterday's "Tucao Show" were not connected by the company. The company had no place to regret you before. Now they gave up on you, don't blame them. But, I, your new agent, did not give up on you."

"Or what if you save enough money in the last half year and then retire?"

Guan Yi finally understood the thought in his heart at this moment. That thought might have emerged from the recording of Han Jue last night. After thinking for a day today, he finally grabbed that thought in his hand from the hazy.

He wanted to take Han Jue as his agent.

It's good to say it's an intuition. To outsiders, Han Jue's card is almost rotten, but in Guan Yi's opinion, this card is unknown. The worst result is that it's really rotten, but it may also become a trump card.

The only problem is Han Jue's mentality and control ability.

At this moment, Guan Yi had an illusion, he felt that

"I can control him."

Guan Yi stared at Han Jue's eyes, and Han Jue also put down his hand and looked at Guan Yi's eyes.

"Let's talk about it." Han Jue had not given up on his idea of ​​retirement and planned to go to the bank in person to ask if there were any financial management services.

Guan Yi had no intention of setting things up tonight, and he nodded.

Guan Yi looked at his watch and it was already ten o'clock, so it was time for him to leave.

When Han Jue saw Guan Yi standing up and ready to leave, Han Jue also got up and gave it to him.

Guan Yi in front took two steps, stopped and said to Han Jue:

"By the way, do you remember my name?"

Han Jue was embarrassed and frightened. Number [7343]?

Shake your head, don't know.

Guan Yi seemed to have expected that Han Jue didn't know or remember his name. He took out a business card from his arms and handed it to Han Jue, then turned around and continued to walk towards the door.

Han Jue overflowed to the elevator entrance.

There should have been a silence here, and then the atmosphere would become awkward.

However, Guan Yi turned around and asked Han Jue:

"You are still practicing dancing and singing?"

Han Jue was confused.

Dancing? What kind of dance?
To be continued...