Marshall Upton sat at the noisy bar and poured his sixth glass of Dutch gin.

Like most men who are frustrated in business or love, he wears a dark blue suit that doesn't fit well, a crumpled white shirt that looks like it hasn't been ironed for days, and a tie with dark patterns hanging loosely around his neck. Even the buttons on the collar fell off into a corner where no one cared about him because of his rough unclasping of the collar.

He had hair that had not been taken care of for many days, like a chicken coop, half-lying on the bar, his face full of stubble, big eyes and dark circles that made him look like he was forty-six when he had just entered his thirty-six.

Thirty-six years old is the golden age of a man's career, and a man of this age is not a successful career or a happy family, but he is a complete and capitalized loser. Since he was twenty years old, he has been in this place where all beautiful men and women with dreams of overnight fame flock to him, and he has been crawling all the way to the present, and he still has nothing.

What an American dream, a fart, he wasted his most precious sixteen years of youth and went to have a nightmare!

The last eighteenth-tier star under his command just terminated his contract yesterday, and the company put him out of the door this morning, his girlfriend ran away with a wealthy businessman investor, and the rent will expire at the end of this month, and the total belongings of his body may not be enough for him to buy this seventh glass of Dutch-style gin, except for the homeless man on the street, is there anything worse than him......

No, maybe the homeless people are better than him, after all, they have a little income every day, and what about him? He has no source of income, and I'm afraid in a month, he will have to make a good relationship with the homeless people in this neighborhood and give him a place to live.

Maybe he should have listened to his parents, the poor boy from Australia didn't want to squeeze into the great Hollywood.

Agent? It's good to make your own cows obedient, and you can expect to manage a group of stars who are overwhelmed by the stars? Come on, my silly boy, stop dreaming, and milk the cows in peace.

But now he can't even go back to milking cows because he has no money.

Haha, whatever......

Marshall looked at the seventh glass that was pushed in front of him, smiled self-deprecatingly, and without saying a word, picked up the glass and tilted his head, the result was ......

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" He was suddenly choked by the spicy taste that was completely different from the natural taste of Dutch gin. He only felt that this cup was slamming down, and it was as hot as fire all the way from his throat to his stomach, and his face, which was already a little red, was directly red to the root of his ears, and he didn't know whether it was burning or choking.

This is definitely not the Dutch gin he wanted! Gin doesn't have such a hot taste!

"Oh, so you still feel it. A chuckling voice rang out as Marshall coughed and flushed.

That voice sounded a little Scottish accent, reminding Marshall of the six glasses of Dutch gin he had just drunk, spicy and sweet, mellow and gentle, pure and natural, obviously with a smile but not annoying, and a little hoarse at the end of the words, which made people have endless aftertastes. Marshall, who has been in Hollywood for so many years, certainly knows that this kind of subwoofer is extremely rare, even if he searches the entire entertainment industry for male artists who are known for their voices, I am afraid it is difficult to find one or two compared to it.

Marshall looked up, and a glass of water was pushed in front of him by the owner of the voice. The other party has a very beautiful slender hand with strong phalanges.

He followed the hand to the man, who was just a bartender, dressed in a very ordinary black uniform, with sleeves rolled up to reveal the muscular lines of his forearms. He wore a half-length white apron around his waist, with one hand behind his back and the other pushing a glass of water, which was a natural movement, but for some reason Marshall felt that this guy was too elegant.

Yes, he did have a very good-looking and very attractive face, and his somewhat youthful face looked too delicate compared to the rough facial lines that are common in Westerners, but it was still angular. He was a typical blonde with blue eyes, and at this time his blonde hair was combed all over the back of his head, revealing a smooth and beautiful forehead and neat eyebrows, and those blue eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, so that Marshall felt like falling into the deep sea at that moment.

The bright light of the bar hit his face, casting a deep shadow on the high bridge of his nose, and the thin lips with polite curvature were very mysterious.

Looking at this man, Marshall suddenly thought of Leonardo DiCaprio, the man who was also as delicate as a prince, and who was now very popular in Hollywood. Looking at him like this, he must belong to the kind of vase that fantasizes about becoming famous overnight in Hollywood just because he has a good skin, but he has no acting skills, so he only ends up working everywhere now.

So, Marshall gave him a decadent look and snorted self-deprecatingly: "yes, I'm not drunk enough to let a bartender bully me at will." ”

"I'm sorry to make you think I'm making fun of you, it's rude, I'm just seeing you sit in this place for so long by yourself in such a dejected state, so I want to make sure you can't think about it. Forgive me, there was also a gentleman who drank a lot of alcohol here last month and walked straight to the rooftop......"

The man looked to be only in his twenties, and his subwoofer-like magnetic voice could win the favor of most people in an instant, Marshall was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, and he didn't have the heart to quarrel with him, but laughed-

"Oh, that person is definitely not me, because I can still go back to my hometown to milk cows. ”

The young man also seemed to be amused by Marshall's humor, and Marshall noticed that even in this "talented" Los Angeles, the bartender's eyes were crooked and his smile could still attract the eyes of the beauties who were used to seeing handsome guys.

Well, his acting skills are not good, and his height is so-so, but his appearance and figure are good, he can be a graphic model, and he will definitely make money. Marshall thought that if he was fired, he would do everything he could to get this man.

However, maybe he has already been signed, but now he is working part-time.

"I see that you don't seem to have eaten all day, sir, and I think you should eat something in order to have more strength to milk the cows. How about some fries?" said the bartender, looking at his haggard face, with some concern.

Bars usually have snacks such as sandwiches, fries, burgers, etc., but the prices are much higher than those of the average fast food restaurant, and they don't taste very good.

Marshall looked up and squinted at the price list hanging on the shelf beside him, and shook his head: "No, kid, I didn't say it, but I'm afraid I can't even pay for the vodka you just handed me right now." ”

"It's okay, I asked you for that cup. The bartender said, turning around and walking into the kitchen behind the bar, taking out a portion of freshly cooked fries from it and placing it in front of Marshall, "This is also the reads I asked you to make." ”

"Well, how I wish I had been a fair lady now. Marshall said that he took off the watch in his hand, which was the first expensive Swiss watch he bought for himself with his first salary after he entered the industry, and he kept it carefully, "But, I'm just a drunken scumbag, listen, I don't like to accept handouts, I won't pay for that bad glass of vodka just now, but I will, take this fries." By the way, get me a cocktail, and you can mix it up with whatever bar you think it's worth. ”

As he spoke, he handed the watch to the bartender.

The bartender didn't pretend to excuse himself, which was very much to Marshall's liking, and then, he took out a few bottles of colorful wine from the wine shelf, and the base wine he chose was exactly the gin that Marshall liked, of course, not the Dutch style he just drank, and the Dutch gin could only taste its uniqueness if he drank the original flavor.

This kid's observation skills are not bad. Marshall thought, having just picked up a french fry, but it was so hot that it fell on the table, and he couldn't help but die of distress - ah, a Swiss watch part was gone!

Watching a handsome guy bartending is a pleasure for any woman with a normal sexual orientation, as well as a man with an abnormal sexual orientation. The bartender stands there chatting with others, his rigorous and well-dressed dress and elegant tone resemble a restrained German, and when he shakes the flask with both hands, he resembles a warm and romantic Italian. No matter whether the things he brings out are good or not, he can give full marks just by virtue of this action.

When he poured the liquid from the cup into the triangular cup, the cup took on a color mixed with blue and green, which was quite novel from the outside.

"So, what's your story?" he pushed the cup in front of Marshall.

"What?" said Marshall's hand holding the cup.

"You know, bartenders are often the hole in the tree of the guests, and I've seen a lot of people like you, who come to the bar not to pick up girls but to drink to kill their sorrows, and I've heard many, many stories. Sometimes it's better to say things out than to keep them in your heart and not say a word. The bartender propped his hands on the table, looking deaf.

"Okay, okay, I know bartenders can also work part-time as a psychiatrist, but I didn't expect that I would also see a psychiatrist one day. Marshall teased, teasing, but there was a bit of bitterness and self-deprecation in his blue eyes.

My name is Marshall Upton, and I used to be an agent, yes, once. Among the agents on the streets of Los Angeles, I was inconspicuous, I had no special achievements, and the stars under my hands came and went, but none of them were famous. Then recently the last of my subordinates terminated my contract, the company laid off and kicked me out, the rent was due at the end of the month, my girlfriend ran away with the rich man, I didn't have much money, I couldn't even afford a plane ticket home, or I would have to be brothers and sisters with beggars on the street before long. ”

"Well, that's about it, you're well-informed, it's nothing, is it?" Marshall shrugged, staring at the liquid in his glass with half-closed eyes.

"Yes, it's no different than those who spend most of their lives knowing what they really want to do, and who have loved someone who has to watch each other get married to someone else, even if they have a successful career but die alone. The bartender reassured.

"Yes, yes, there are thousands of miserable people in the world, and I am just one of them. Marshall was perfunctory.

The bartender looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Otherwise, I'll tell you two stories too." ”

Marshall looked up at him, then straightened up, changed his seat, and nodded.

"My name is Wilbur, my friends call me Will, my father is a mechanic, my mother is a supermarket salesman, and the supermarket is just around the corner, so unfortunately whenever I try to take a woman out, my mom always bumps into reads; Will said, as if he had thought of something not very good, and suddenly made a bitter face.

When Marshall saw this, he burst out laughing and patted his arm in understanding.

"In the early years, when I was a child, my family was growing soybeans in Illinois. My parents' greatest wish was for me to go from being a farmer to a businessman, so when I was a kid running bare-bottomed in the fields with other kids, they would spank me and say, 'Will, we gave you a damn English name in the hope that you could be a damn gentleman like a damn Englishman, and don't mess around with those damn peasant kids!' and I'd look at them innocently -- hey, I'm a damn peasant kid too!'

Will also learned his father's tone, raised his eyebrows in a thick voice, widened his eyes, pursed his mouth, and stretched out his finger to point at Marshall, just like Uncle Sam's recruitment poster, which did have a little bit of uneducated peasant appearance.

His self-deprecation made Marshall laugh: "Hahahaha, hell, don't make a look like this, hahaha...... Correct... And then what?"

"And then?" said Will, who immediately regained his previous graceful and calm posture, "and then, they were very strict with my etiquette and really sent me away, but it was not Cambridge Yale, but a little-known school in Scotland, not that I said, their strange accent is really contagious after listening to it for a long time, and I can't change it until now." ”

"Hahahaha, but you did become the 'gentleman' your parents expected. ”

"Maybe. Will shrugged, "You know what I studied in college? So I came to Los Angeles to get an assistant job in Hollywood, but people always wanted me to act or model. Eventually, after a few tosses, I came to this bar to work as a bartender, thinking that even if I couldn't find the job I wanted, I didn't want to go back and be tortured by those two old people, but who knows......"

Will opened his mouth to say something, but swallowed the rest of the words.

Marshall understood what he meant, so he had to look at him with a smile and pretend to be sympathetic: "Don't worry, man, when you get married, they won't follow you." ”

"I hope so. Will sighed helplessly and turned around and walked towards the wine cabinet.

Seeing that he seemed to be about to leave him to do his job, Marshall immediately straightened up and shouted, "And what about the story?"

"And another?" said Will, who was wiping the wine cabinet.

"Yes, that's right, didn't you say you're going to tell me two stories?" Marshall reminded.

"Would you like to hear that?" Will put down the rag in his hand and looked sideways at him, a meaningful smile suddenly appearing on his face.

For some reason, Marshall suddenly found that under the dim light of the wine cabinet, Will's eyes, which were originally blue as the sea, suddenly turned turquoise, like the quiet rainforest, which made him suddenly forget to speak.

After a few seconds of stunned thought, Marshall noticed his gaffe and immediately said, "...... Yes, I insist. ”

"Oh well. Will said, suddenly untying the white apron from his waist, "The second story is that all the Qiē I said before is fake, and the first story is just Wilbur's experience that I made up. ”

Marshall froze on the spot, not only because of what the other party said, but also because of the other party's accent, which was pure American English, Marshall couldn't even hear any accent in his voice, and what was even more peculiar was that the charming subwoofer was now suddenly a soft and bright baritone, and that gesture was like a different person.

"My name is Theorod Lecht, and as you can see, my father was a German and my mother was Italian, and they died a long time ago, and I lived with my grandmother from the age of six to the age of seventeen. Yes, I'm only seventeen years old, not twenty-three as you think. And I'm not a bartender, I'm just a dishwasher. ”

"I approached you with a purpose, and I wanted to sell myself. From the way you dress, I can tell that you are an agent. That's right, I can easily tell who's an agent and who's not, and of course, the business card with a corner in your pocket says so. There are seven agents in this bar besides you, but IMHO, each of them mixes better than you. ”

"Then why are you ......" Marshall's brain was completely pulpy, and with the alcohol, he didn't even know what he was saying, just stared blankly at Theolod wiping the makeup on his face with a wet tissue. After removing his makeup, although the overall situation has not changed much, he does look much younger than before, like a high school student.

"Why did you choose you?" In contrast, the boy's voice was very clear, just like his train of thought, "because you are down, so you will not raise the bar, you will not see that I am a teenager and send me away, after all, you have nothing, how about fighting again?" I already know who you are from the conversation just now, and I am very satisfied that you still maintain a sense of humor and hope even if you are down, Mr. Upton, and you already know what I am capable of, I can let you try to become my agent. ”

Theolod said, taking a step closer, and the bright light of the bar made his eyes blue again.

If it weren't for what he said just now, Marshall might have only thought of him as a quiet beautiful boy.

But he was so bold and so confident in using this method to introduce himself to an agent who was so sloppy that he didn't have any brokerage to ask for.

Perhaps frightened by the boy's seemingly inexplicable momentum, Marshall was speechless for a long time, and he found that he had goosebumps aroused by him.

What did he just say? Let him try to be his agent?

"Hah...... Ha ha...... You're kidding...... Well, I don't care who you are, where do you get your confidence, and I'm sure I know what you're capable of, and how do you know I'm going to sign you?"

"Because ......," Theolod smiled, and that smile made Marshall suddenly confused, "just now, your attention was completely focused on me, so you didn't notice that I had eaten your fries, and you didn't realize that this cocktail I made myself for the first time was actually a cup of shit." ”

The boy said, taking away the empty plate in front of Marshall, and walked into the kitchen without looking back.

Marshall stared at his slightly emaciated back, sat in place for at least three minutes, suddenly picked up the cocktail, and ......

"Poof-" He squirted out all the strange liquid.

This kid...... What a talent...... That's right, his attention was indeed taken away by his superb and infectious acting skills, otherwise, he couldn't have not noticed that before he knew it, he "invited" him to eat all the fries that he ate alone.

And the very beautiful bartending just now, to be honest, if he hadn't tasted the finished glass with his own mouth, he would never believe that someone with that kind of craftsmanship would have concocted something that would taint his taste buds so much.

The moment he turned into Wilbur just now, he did have a domineering magic that caught the attention of others and all their attention.

Marshall looked at the little "shit" left in the cup, remembered the young man's natural demeanor and demeanor just now, poured all the liquid into the final, and then rushed down the high chair to reads.

"Hey, sir, you haven't paid yet!" shouted the real bartender on the other side, noticing his preparations to rush out of the bar.

"Oh yes, yes, sorry......" Marshall pulled out all the bills and coins he had on his body, threw them on the table, and was about to run, when he was stopped by the bartender.

"And a cocktail and chips. He gestured to the cocktail glass on the table and a piece of French fries that had fallen on the table.

...... "Can he just run? He has to pay for that cup of shit that is so unpalatable?!" and that the fries were obviously eaten by your dishwashers! Marshall looked at the bartender, and the bartender looked at Marshall, and by the way, he glanced at the strong men at the door.

…… Well, you win. Marshall touched his body resignedly, thinking about how to let the bear child know to respect his elders for a while, but he saw a watch on the table, it was his!

Marshall thought, pointing to the watch, "Just use this Swiss watch, even if you pawn it, it can still be exchanged for $100, is that enough?"

The bartender took advantage of the light of the bar to look at the watch, nodded to the strong men, and then the other party got out of the way.

Marshall immediately ran out of the bar and made a detour to the back of the bar, where he saw the young man who had just attracted the attention of all the women in the bar, and the eyes of a few men, were crouching by the sink at the back door, washing baskets and baskets of wine glasses. He heard Marshall's footsteps, but he didn't lift his head, as if washing the glasses was the most important thing in his life.

"Well, you convinced me, like you said, I have nothing left now, and I have nothing to lose by fighting again. Marshall said, looking at the boy with his back to him, and waited for a while, but saw that the other party did not respond, so he raised his voice, "Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said? You succeeded, I agree to sign you." ”

"So what?" the boy finally spoke, a smile in his soft voice.

"What?"

"There is no conflict between you becoming my agent and washing the cup now. The boy stopped what he was doing, it was still spring in Los Angeles, and the nights were much colder than the day, Marshall noticed that his hands had been frozen red by the cold water, but he didn't seem to care at all, just turned around and looked at Marshall calmly.

"You don't seem to know me even though you've become my agent, and I do, after all, we've only just met. So, I'd love to give you a little bit of my situation. First of all, I'm a person who has a beginning and an end, so I don't care what I'm doing right now. The contract I signed with the bar owner is a daily basis, and I will finish today's work and get today's salary, and then talk to you about my future work and plans. ”

The boy said, turning around again, washing his cup.

Marshall looked at his back in a daze, for some reason, at that moment just now, he seemed to see not a teenager, but an elder who had a successful career and was not surprised...... Probably just dazzled, Marshall shook his head, walked over to him, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Okay, well, according to you, it's all up to you, isn't it just to wash a cup, tell you that I did this when I didn't enter the industry before, and I was praised by the boss for washing it clean. I'll wash with you, finish washing early, let's find a place to talk early...... Do you have a guardian? Oh, by the way, you said you have a grandmother, so we're done and we're going to talk to your grandma about the specific ......."

Theorod listened and began to laugh.