In the bustling heart of the restaurant, the lively atmosphere of celebration filled the air, laughter mingling with the soft clinking of glasses. Amidst the joyful gathering, one man sat captivated, his gaze fixed intently on Alrich, who was gracefully moving among the guests, engaging in friendly conversation.
Surrounded by a mix of familiar faces—regulars from the world of entertainment—with their animated chatter and laughter, Alrich stood out like a beacon.
His youthful charm and striking features caught the attention of those around him, drawing glances and whispers of admiration from both artists and performers alike.
It was impossible not to notice him; he possessed an undeniable allure that seemed magnetic. His handsome visage, framed by effortlessly stylish hair, exuded a confidence that only intensified the interest he sparked.
The young man in question, Alrich, was blissfully unaware of the attention he commanded as he interacted with the guests, offering warm smiles and engaging discussions.
Caught in contemplation, the observer couldn't help but ponder the potential within Alrich. Surely, if he ventured into the entertainment industry, he would ascend to fame almost instantaneously. In a modern time where appearances often wielded more influence than raw talent.
It was a curious phenomenon: while some devoted fans reveled in the skill and artistry of their idols, there remained an overwhelming preference for striking beauty.
Nonetheless, even in this superficial landscape, the enchantment of Alrich's appearance seemed to elevate him above mere aesthetics; there was a spark, a charisma that promised greatness beyond the surface.
If he was a director nor an agent, he'll definitely talk to this young man, and tempt him to be an actor in this Entertainment Industry.
Then, there's one thing he can do, he's not a common artist. He's Jin Weilan. For him nothing is impossible if it's not money he's talking about.
"Master Weilan, who are you looking at?" Weilan's co-artist, Shen Yu, suddenly asked before he was also turned from the attention he was giving. When Shen Yu saw who Weilan was looking at, he smirked secretly.
'Wow, can't believe it. I thought I am the only one or we're the only one who got struck by that young boy's beauty. Even Master Weilan too! This is surprising!' Shen Yu shouted with pleasure in his mind and continued to observe how Weilan eyebrows would rise or fall in disgust when someone approached and took a picture of the young man.
So Shen Yu secretly ordered one of the waiter to let that young man serve in their place.
Switching position, that's it.
The waiter sprang into action, his movements purposeful as he made his way toward Alrich, who was just about to wrap up his duties after serving drinks to the guests.
"Rain, Rain!" Saint called out, his tone low and urgent despite the lively atmosphere surrounding them. He was referring to Alrich by his nickname, a playful twist on his surname.
But he doesn't even know what Alrich real name is, just Rain. He's too private person.
Alrich turned, his voice calm and composed. "What's the matter? Why are you panting?"
Without wasting a moment, Saint quickly pulled Alrich closer to the counter, his eyes wide with concern.
"They're asking to switch our positions. They specifically want you to serve them, and I need to warn you about the quiet guy at that table. He's not just any common artist; he's a well-known actor and also the one who rented out this restaurant for the evening!"
With a sense of urgency in his voice, Saint continued, "He may look gentle and charming, but trust me, if you make a mistake, he won't hesitate to give you a lecture. So, tread carefully, alright?"
As soon as Saint conveyed his warning, he darted off toward the kitchen, eager to retrieve the food that was now ready to be served.
Alrich took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task ahead, knowing he had to make a good impression.
After he sigh, Alrich decided to come on that direction where Saint referring to.
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"Can I ask your name?" Shen Yu inquired, his persistence evident as he had already posed the question multiple times over the past few hours. Each attempt was met with the same silence from Alrich, who remained enigmatic and unyielding.
For Alrich, revealing his name was not merely a formality; it was a matter of personal principle. He cherished his privacy and was wary of its potential to spark unwarranted disputes.
"No, sorry," he replied simply, the politeness of his tone belying the frustration that bubbled just beneath the surface.
In a gesture of respect, he bowed slightly before attempting to extricate himself from the circle of well-known actors surrounding him. Just as he was about to make his escape, a voice called out, breaking through the low hum of conversation.
"Wait," commanded the voice, drawing Alrich's attention back. He turned to see a man who had been studying him intently. The man remained silent, which led Alrich to think that he must be the person that Saint was talking to, a figure who was well-known in the Entertainment Industry.
What did he want?
"Do you know me?" the man queried, a mixture of curiosity and expectation in his tone.
Alrich shook his head, striking a casual yet firm stance.
How could he possibly know this man?
His thoughts were consumed by his children, and their needs took precedence over any fleeting interactions in an unfamiliar city.
Moreover, they had only recently moved from the Isolated Place, which meant his awareness of the local celebrity landscape was limited at best. The truth was, he simply did not care to familiarize himself with it.
"By the way, I'm Jin Weilan," the man introduced himself, his demeanor shifting slightly to one of playful negotiation. "If I give you 5 million Yon, will you finally share your name?"
The proposal hung in the air, intriguing yet irrelevant to Alrich, who remained unfazed by the offer and its implications.