He didn’t glance at Ai Jiang from start to finish but instead covered the microphone with one hand and whispered to the host, who quickly walked off the stage.
Shortly after, the big screen in the center of the stage turned into a smartphone interface.
To the surprise of the audience, He Che lifted his phone, and tilted the screen towards the audience below the stage, "My phone screen..."
After tersely uttering six words, he pressed the keyboard twice with one hand, and then everyone saw on the large screen that He Che was making a video call.
The contact na on the video call was familiar to everyone present: Aimy.
An internationally renowned actress, she had won the Hollywood Best Actress award three tis, a queen unmatched in the film industry.
Since it was an international long-distance call, the video was slightly choppy. The screen went dark for a while before Aimy’s sophisticated face appeared, "Hi, Love, what made you think to call all of a sudden?"
Aimy spoke in English, so He Che responded in English, his pronunciation almost unbelievably accurate, "A little trouble, could you help sort it out?"
Aimy, "Is it sorted now?"
He Che, "It’s sorted now, thank you, Aimy."
Aimy, in the video, laughed heartily, "Love, you know I don’t accept verbal thanks. Next ti in the Paris Fashion Show, please take care of the accessories."
"..."
He Che exchanged a few more pleasantries with Aimy before hanging up.
The atmosphere below the stage exploded once again without a doubt.
"Aimy! The Best Actress! Queen Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
"Does this count as indirectly eting Aimy herself?"
"So, is the real AllureLove on stage?"
"..."
Amidst a flurry of conversations, He Che made another call.
When this na appeared in everyone’s view, the whole place quieted down.
JO—the father of fashion, AllureLove’s ntor.
It was also a video call, which rang several tis before being picked up.
He Che, seemingly accustod to such situations, kept calling, and after three attempts, the call was finally answered.
The video revealed a face shot from below, sowhat distorted, but everyone there recognized the old man with white hair, the legendary JO of the last century.
"Speak if it’s important, hang up if it’s not..." ca JO’s dismissive voice from the phone.
"Mas..." He Che barely managed a word before JO cut in, almost cheerfully, "Oh, oh, oh, my fish, my fish has finally been caught!"
Then, JO tossed the phone aside, and the video screen displayed blue sky and white clouds.
"I’ve been fishing all morning, and finally caught a little fish..." JO’s excited voice ca continuously from the phone.
He Che called out "Master" several tis, but no one attended to him.
Not until JO rebaited his fishing rod, sat back down on his fishing chair, and resud his fishing did he realize his phone was still on a call. Then he spoke with the sa aloofness as before, "Speak if it’s important, hang up if it’s not..."
He Che, "..."
"Unless you are getting married, or you have gotten a girlfriend, or your girlfriend is pregnant, other matters aren’t considered important to ... I assu you have nothing important..." Before He Che could respond, JO ruthlessly hung up the phone.
Reviews
All reviews (0)