“Yi Ge, we can start.”
“Okay.”
Yu Qingxian vaguely heard two people talking. The first voice was bright and lively, still carrying the immaturity of youth; the second was much steadier, resonating like the afterecho of gold, stone, and jade clashing, making one unable to resist wanting to see its owner.
With a sharp zheng, the sound of a sword pierced the long sky, startling Yu Qingxian from his dreamlike state.
He found himself turned into a phone again, this time held in someone’s hand, with the camera pointed at a man in ancient costume whose robes fluttered as he wielded his sword like a graceful swimming dragon.
The sword in his hand seemed like an extension of his body, whether chopping, lifting, leveling, or thrusting—it moved as he willed, free and unrestrained. Though he deliberately slowed his speed, the fierce sword light still quickly enveloped his entire body with a flick of his wrist. Upon closer inspection, faint white sword qi lingered in the air like thin smoke.
The autumn sunlight filtered through the tree shade, dancing and leaping on his body, turning the stirred dust into glowing orbs. One moment it lit up his flying ink-black hair, the next it fell on his jade-white skin, his handsome features half-hidden amid the robes and strands.
Yu Qingxian couldn’t help but be drawn in. He watched silently for a while, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the face obscured by robes and long hair seemed somewhat familiar?
The other seemed to notice him. His cheek turned, and a piercing gaze shot over. Yu Qingxian jumped in fright. In the instant his eyelashes trembled and shifted away, he felt that familiar sensation of weightlessness again…
Yu Qingxian’s body stiffened.
Sure enough, he was back in his own office. For some reason, he had suddenly fallen asleep while sitting just now.
Yu Qingxian belatedly clutched his pounding chest, frowning. For no reason, a sense of loss welled up in his heart, and that scene from moments ago felt strangely familiar, as if from some distant memory…
He disliked this loss of control, and that wistfulness left him at a loss.
Yu Qingxian hesitated for a moment, then opened the second drawer from the left. Amid a pile of files and odds and ends on top lay a second-hand off-brand phone that shouldn’t have been there.
He took out the phone and subconsciously tapped through it for a bit. Naturally, he had already flipped through this phone countless times, and there were still no clues.
He stuffed the phone back into the drawer and picked up the internal line to call Ouyang Yuyuan over.
Ouyang Yuyuan arrived quickly this time, holding his electronic planner, all serious: “What instructions does the General Manager have?”
“Cut it out, what are you pretending for in front of me?” Yu Qingxian shot him a glance. “How is that Chu Yi in the Da Qing Feng Yun Film Crew? Did you pull strings?”
He had recognized the lanyard tag around the neck of the boy holding the phone at a glance.
“Holy shit, Cousin, how did you know?”
Yu Qingxian coughed lightly into his fist. “Director Mo told me.”
“Yi Ge went to see him?” Ouyang Yuyuan calculated the time—it had been about three days. His Yi Ge came and went like a ghost; even with a new phone, he couldn’t be reached!
“Mm.” Yu Qingxian glanced at Ouyang Yuyuan, hesitating as he said, “Why didn’t you tell me? He’s changed so much now.”
He had almost failed to recognize him.
“Oh, that. Yi Ge said he used some little trick. I didn’t dare ask too closely.” Ouyang Yuyuan scratched his cheek, then exclaimed in surprise, “Wait, how did you know? Did Director Mo tell you that too?”
That didn’t make sense. Director Mo hadn’t even recognized Chu Yi’s identity—how could he specially mention to his cousin that the guy had undergone a total makeover?
Ouyang Yuyuan recalled how his cousin had vaguely asked him last time to swap Chu Yi’s phone back. He felt like there was something going on that he didn’t know about…
Yu Qingxian didn’t know how to explain. His phoenix eyes flickered as he vaguely shifted the topic: “As far as I know, he hasn’t signed with any agency yet, right? Since you introduced him to Director Mo’s Crew, why didn’t you think to sign him to Xingyao?”
“Right! Why didn’t I think of that?” Once he was in Xingyao, it would be so much easier for him to track the guy down!
With his cousin’s reminder, Ouyang Yuyuan hurriedly turned to leave. After two steps, he turned back with a fawning smile: “President Yu, what kind of contract should we use for the signing?”
Yu Qingxian slanted him a look. “What do you think?”
“I think A-level would be appropriate.”
“You know and still ask?”
Ouyang Yuyuan chuckled and turned to go.
Yu Qingxian shook his head. Though Chu Yi was a newcomer, considering his abilities in other areas, even an A-level contract was somewhat of a compromise.
But Xingyao’s pillar was Top Brother Kang Zeyu from the film side. If a total newbie got the same treatment as the Top Brother, it would be hard to explain to the fans and the man himself.
So A-level was the most suitable.
