"Universe Weekly" sub-reporter Huang Zhaozhen has been sitting there for some time. No, the person she was interviewing was not late, she chose to be early. She has to seize every opportunity to observe him, she has to sit and wait for him to come in, to see how he walks, how he looks for people, and whether he greets her. So get there early and grab a vantage point in the sun at the cafe. It was only 11:30 in the morning, which was still early, and the crowd had not gathered yet. When the reporter proposed this time, the other party agreed without hesitation, and the reporter asked in surprise on the phone: "Can you get up?"

The other party smiled: "We are often active during the day, we are not afraid of light." The reporter's curiosity has gone to the limit, and he has never looked forward to meeting the interviewee like this time. The glass of lemon tea on the table was half-drunk, and she felt a little thirsty for some reason. The appointment time has come. She was a little uneasy, looking around. Punctuality is the emperor's virtue, does this man understand? Suddenly, someone approached gently, leaned over and said, "Morning, may I sit down?" The reporter raised his head and froze.

It was a young man, tall and handsome, with wet hair, as if he had just finished swimming, wearing a white shirt, dark blue jeans, and exuding a healthy charm, smiling at her. The reporter quickly said, "I'm waiting for someone." The young man said, "I am the one you are waiting for." The reporter looked into his smiling eyes, "No," she stammered, "you're not the one I'm waiting for." The young man said gently: "Isn't Miss Huang Zhaozhen from "Universe Weekly"?" Huang Zhaozhen knocked over the lemon tea in front of her.

How could it be possible, how could it be such a beautiful and gentle young man! Huang Zhaozhen looked at him with her mouth wide open, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy. The young man asked the waiter to clear the table first, and he said, "How about a cup of mint tea, the chocolate cake here is very good, light, light and loose." He pulled out his chair and sat down, looking at the reporter and smiling slightly. Huang Zhaozhen was confused, she was so experienced that she didn't know how to speak. The young man is wearing a thin white linen shirt. If you pay attention, you can vaguely see his strong chest. His upper body is a beautiful V shape. The reporter hurriedly turned his head away.

The young man said, "The director said, you want to visit one of us, and he sent me to meet you." Huang Zhaozhen couldn't help but sneered and laughed, "Director? You call him director?" The young man smiled, "Why not, life is like a play." "What's your name?" The young man bowed, "The director said, there is no name, and no photos are taken. He asked me to come to the appointment because he is familiar with the manager of "Universe Weekly". They used to be brothers." "No code name?" "Call me Chinese."

"Don't be kidding me!" "I have a colleague named Long, do you find it strange?" The reporter was a little excited, it was so interesting, and everything was unexpected. She originally thought that the visitor would be a very wretched and frightening middle-aged man, and she almost resigned against the editorial department for this interview: "It's so dirty, why do you keep reporting Opening rotting corpses to find snakes, insects, rats and ants? I don’t know how to do such dark and dirty subjects, so why ask me to visit the dregs of society?” But the young man sitting in front of her at this moment is like the cream on a cup of Irish coffee in terms of appearance alone.

Huang Zhaozhen said: "Tell me about your occupation." The young man put it simply: "I entertain the ladies, I make them happy." "Lady of a certain age, or any age?" The young man smiled, "Just like your magazine, we hope that guests of any class and age will patronize us." "Is it a menial trade?" The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, "Everyone has a different opinion." "No," Huang Zhaozhen said, "Society has its own opinions. In any case, you can't say that university professors, architects, and violinists are not noble professions."

"There are bad people among those people." "Of course." "Society favors women over men. Beautiful girls seek background and find rich men. Everyone envies and praises women for their skills. When the same thing happens to men, it becomes extremely despicable." "Because society has certain expectations of men." Young people no longer argue. "Are you charging expensive fees?" The young man replied politely: "The salaries of the best talents in every industry are not low." The reporter asked curiously: "Are you the best?"

The young man grinned. The reporter blushed. She felt that the visit could not continue. She may not be able to pay the job this time. The other party was so beautiful, she knew that when she looked at him, she couldn't help but be a little greedy. He is a commodity, and he can be bought and enjoyed at any time at a price, of course not for a lifetime, not even for a month of the year, maybe just for an hour and a half. Huang Zhaozhen asked: "How can I see you?" The young man smiled and took out a card, "Call this number and tell the director that you want to see the Chinese."

Huang Zhaozhen nodded. At this moment the young man said, "I also want to ask a question." "Please say." His voice was very soft, "Don't you really believe that the world would be much cleaner without people like us?" The reporter was unable to answer. "I'm selling a service that's done absolutely no harm to anyone, and it's genuine and worth the money." Huang Zhaozhen still felt that something was wrong, "However, a person should exchange his labor for his life." The young man raised an eyebrow again. The reporter sighed in embarrassment, "I don't know what to say."

Instead, the young man wanted to comfort her: "No, your question is fair." She put away her notebook, "I suddenly feel tired." "Or you should go back and rest first." The reporter stood up, and the young man immediately opened the chair for her. The reporter was very sorry, "You can tell at a glance that you are from a good background, your facial features are so handsome, and your manners are very polite. You really can't change careers?" The young man has a very good self-cultivation, but he smiled and said nothing. He watched the reporters leave. Then, shrugging his shoulders, he sat down again and ordered lunch. There were more people in the teahouse, and people's eyes would never let go of handsome men and women. Many people paid attention to him, which he seemed to be used to. Someone came to say hello. "Sit down, I'll finish eating, you can use this table." The other party was also a young man, "What did the reporter ask you?" "She doesn't know how to ask questions." "It must be an outsider." "All issues involve morality." Both young men laughed. "I might go back to the company for a spin." He took the elevator to the basement parking lot, drove out of an iron-gray German sports car, and drove away. The company is like a small-scale import and export business. There are three or four female employees sitting in front of the computer to operate. The furniture is simple but expensive, and the lighting is soft and comfortable. When the female staff saw the young man, she raised her head to say hello: "Hi Xiaowen, the director is looking for you." The door of the manager's room opened, and a young woman in a red suit and colorful makeup came out gracefully, "Xiaowen, you came just in time." "What is the director's order?" "Let's take a look at this guest's request." The young man was a little helpless, "Are there any unreasonable terms?" The director stretched out five fingers to stroke the shiny black hair of the young man, "Shi Xiaowen, when he is an official in the government, he often has to lick his leather shoes." The young man smiled wryly, "What does she want?" "She wants a male companion who knows how to kiss." The young man nodded. "Can dance. "I'm alright." "gentle." "It can be done as much as possible." "Go." "What kind of person is the other party?" "Don't be suspicious of the guests, I won't let you suffer." "Give me a mental preparation." "She is a friend of a friend of mine. She is rich and lonely. She is in her 40s and close to 50. Her two children have graduated from college and are developing their careers in foreign countries." "Where is her husband?" "In his girlfriend's boudoir." "Give her her real name, it could be a long-term customer." The young man turned his head, "Do I have a real name?" "Don't be sarcastic, yes, how did the interview go?" "Very hypocritical." "As expected." The female colleague Mimi approached, "This address is at 9 o'clock in the evening, her name is Ai Lian," suddenly added softly, "There are too many fashionable old ladies nowadays, and they all have English names." The director immediately put on a straight face, "Don't criticize the guests!" Mimi had never heard such a severe reprimand. She was taken aback, and wanted to reply. After all, people are still smart, so she felt that the momentum was wrong, so she lowered her head and dared not speak out. "The biggest taboo in business is to be rude to customers, but it is not allowed to judge the boss when working part-time. You don't have to do it, but you must not be rude." Mimi answered in a low voice, "Yes." "Get to work." Turning her head, she looked kindly at the young man, and pulled the collar of his shirt for him, "Xiaowen, remember to wear a suit and tie, and this lady may have to be very patient." "I can save it." The director gave him an envelope. The young man took it lightly into the bag. He knew it was a check for a lot of money, and he worked hard, got paid, and it was fair. At 9 o'clock, he drove to a suburban hotel-style villa according to the address. The villa can be rented on a monthly basis, and the environment is quiet. He rang the bell according to the house number, but no one answered the door for a long time. Young people are not afraid of being rejected, their rule is to pay first, he thought about it, went to the public swimming pool downstairs, looked around, and there was no one he had in mind. He went to the attached restaurant and asked the head waiter, but there were no single female customers. The bar also went around in circles, but they were all gone. The young man was not disappointed, and walked to the small newspaper reading room, where there were various newspapers and magazines for the residents to read. The young man looked around at the door and saw his guests that night. She wore a black evening gown and pearl jewellery, exuding an air of elegance. The middle-aged women of this generation are well-maintained, and under the soft light of the desk lamp, she looks no more than forty. From a distance, she only thinks that she has a tall nose. It turned out to be hiding here. The young man remained calm and watched his behavior quietly. I saw that she was reading an English newspaper, and she noticed that the whole newspaper was trembling. The young people feel sorry for it, why are they so nervous, it can be seen how depressed they are usually. He couldn't help it, and walked to her side gently, "Ai Lian?" His voice was gentle. The middle-aged lady raised her head suddenly, her expression panicked, like an animal bumping into a hound. The young man quickly comforted him: "It's me, Xiaowen." The lady stared at him blankly. The young man sat beside her, "Remember, we have an appointment tonight." Eileen's lips trembled. "Are you afraid of me?" The young man laughed, "Am I like a scourge?" The lady had beautiful slanting eyes, fair skin, and only slightly saggy features. "I've decided to cancel the date," she said periodically. The young man replied: "No problem, I got the message." "I'm sorry." She bowed her head. "No need to apologize." Eileen let out a breath. "However, since I came so far away, you can always let me have a glass of wine before leaving." "Ah, of course." "There seems to be a bar over there." Ailian squeezed out a smile, "I'll accompany you." The young man pretended to be surprised, "Thank you." Eileen stood up, her body was very light. Her hands had stopped shaking. The young man smiled at her. She looks down. He found a table and sat down, "What do you want to drink?" "I only drink champagne." The young man immediately called for wine. Of course he is used to serving women, his gestures are natural and considerate and comfortable, Ailian is silent, this handsome young man has a pure appearance, not to mention, not to point out, really like a big brother. She hesitated. When her husband goes to seek pleasure, he must swagger and pretend to be a big tycoon and wait for mandarin ducks and swallows to come up and compete for favor, but she is so sneaky, a real woman is not as good as a man! Thinking of this, Ai Lian suddenly raised her head, with tears in her eyes. No, not for revenge. She's not that stupid, she doesn't hate anyone, she just wants to enjoy life. It is said that love between a man and a woman is the greatest joy in the world, she wants to explore the mystery, she wants to know what is going on. The young man's focused eyes and gentle body language have made her happy. Over the past ten years, her husband has always been impatient when talking to her, and he does not look at her directly. His silent insults and deliberate neglect made her feel disheartened. The young man poured her wine. She did it all. Tonight, sorrow seems to be diluted with champagne. Young people seem to read her mind. He asked softly, "Do you want to dance?" She blurted out: "I want to!" "Okay, let's go to the nightclub on the second floor." Eileen nodded hurriedly. The waiter handed over the bill, and the young man paid quickly and gave a generous tip. Wen Lian said, "Why didn't you give me the bill?" The young man smiled without saying a word. He took her hand and walked up the stairs with her. She struggled a little, but didn't break free. The young man's hands were warm and strong, with just the right amount of force. The last time someone held her hand was when the child was a child. When her son was fourteen years old, she went to hold his hand. He quickly retracted and said reproachfully, "Mom—" She followed closely behind him. The nightclub was crowded and there were a lot of customers waiting in line. The young man walked up to the foreman and stuffed him with something. The foreman smiled, "Xiaowen, what brought you here?" "Three dances and go, no table needed." "come on in." The young man brought his female companion into the arena, and just as he was playing a four-step tune, he held her to his chest, "Let's dance." A brown-skinned female singer sang softly with the accompaniment of saxophone: "Oh, I thought it was a wet spring, but it was actually my sad tears..." Ai Lian said in the young man's ear in surprise: "It doesn't look like the real world." The young man smiled and replied: "Of course, otherwise, how could there be so many people who are nostalgic for singing stage and dancing pavilions." "Today was really eye-opening." "You take yourself too seriously, Eileen." She sighed softly. The dance floor is crowded, and all dance partners have to be close to each other. Ai Lian suddenly relaxed, and put her face close to his shoulder, tiny beads of sweat stood out on her forehead, she felt that the young man's body was like a magnet, and she, she was like iron powder. The three dances last only fifteen minutes. "Come back another day." The young man said softly. Ai Lian begged in a low voice: "If you dance one more time, no one will notice." "I promised the head waiter." "You must do what you promised?" The young man thinks, "No, but I will try my best." She had to leave with him. He sat with her on the terrace and watched the stars. She couldn't help but said: "You are not the most handsome handsome boy, but you have an indescribable smell of books. What does a decent boy like you do in this industry?" The young man replied without changing his face: "serve the same dignified lady." Eileen smiled, "You are very good at talking." "Look, Orion is twinkling in the southern sky. The ancient poem says that the Douzhuan Shen Heng Yu San Ge, Shen refers to San Su, there are seven stars, which belong to Orion." Ailian quietly looked at the sky. The young man said, "I'll take you back to rest." He walks her to the door. Eileen said, "I'm very happy tonight." He smiled, "By the way, I'm in Room 150." To her surprise, he also lives here? "If you don't mind, come over for a cup of coffee." He bowed and left gently. The young man booked room No. 150 early in the morning. He left the door ajar, took off his coat, made a cup of coffee, and switched on the radio. At this time, the door was gently pushed open. He turned on a small desk lamp and turned around. He saw Ailian standing timidly by the door. He patted the seat beside him, and Ailian gently came over and sat down. Neither of them explained anything. The young man smiled: "Don't worry, I don't smoke, drink or take drugs. I will take safety measures." Ailian stared at him, "I'm a little scared." "What are you afraid of?" "I will like you." The young man was stunned, "Of course you have to like me, otherwise, it would be terrible." Ai Lian gently asked: "Please kiss me first." The young man smiled: "That's not an excessive request." Ailian was depressed, "I haven't kissed for many years." The young man was a little sympathetic. Ailian burst into tears, "I'm just a piece of furniture in the house." The young man said, "Shhh, don't say much." He gently put his arms around her waist. But Ailian still murmured: "And my skin is already loose." The young man said gently, "Let's wait and see." Young people are always comfortable, their voices are particularly pure, and their air is very reliable, Eileen believes in him. She knew her husband wouldn't apologize to the young lady, sorry I'm bald and I've got a life buoy around my waist. In fact, it wasn't the wine, the three or two glasses of champagne didn't bother her, it was she who finally decided to relax and enjoy it. She found herself still complaining: "...no one at home talks to me, an empty room..." the tone of a little old lady. The young man held her face in his hands, very, very gently: "Shut up." She quietly shed tears. The next day, she went ahead of him. In the car, he had already received a call from the director. "Come to the company." "How about I change my clothes after I shave?" "after an hour." "Won't you let me sleep?" "At your age, sleeping twice a day is enough." The young man smiled wryly. When he got home, he showered, washed his hair and changed his clothes. When I hung up my coat, I found that the suit bag was bulging, and I reached out to open it, only to find that it was a thick stack of golden cash. The bigger the tip, the better the guest is satisfied with the service he provided. He cheered up and returned to the company. The director was talking on the phone. When he saw him, he immediately made a long story short and greeted him with a smile on his face. "Xiaowen, how are you doing?" The young man smiled slightly and said nothing. The director praised and said: "Sometimes I admire your mouth, it's airtight, so they all like you from the bottom of their hearts." The young man remained silent, but bowed his body. "Also, Xiaowen," the director sighed, "You seem to be the only one in our group who doesn't wait for money." The young man laughs. "Ailian is well maintained, isn't it?" Young declined to comment. The director couldn't help it anymore, "Is there anything we can't say between you and me?" The young man remained silent. The director resentfully said, "If you don't say it, don't say it. This former lady told me that she wants to sign a contract with you, so that you can serve her alone, with good salary, holidays and bonuses." The young man said: "Impossible, I am free." "I told her that too, but, Xiaowen, everyone has a price." "Freedom is priceless." "This number, for a period of two years, will you do it?" When the young man saw the number, he was taken aback, "She shot boldly." The director smiled, "I almost thought it was love." "This would rather enjoy freedom," the young man thought about it, "she is a good guest, and I will give her time first." At this time, another young woman came out from the office, and said with a smile: "Xiaowen, don't be reserved, there are flowers that can be folded and straightened." The young man greeted with a smile, "Doctor, you are back." The girl named Doctor looks as if she was printed by the director. She held a photo album in her hand, "Come and see, Xiaowen, how these two new colleagues look like." The young man looked over. The photo shows a Caucasian Caucasian and a dark young man, handsome, like an actor or model, wearing the most fashionable Armani suit. The doctor asked, "How?" The young man answered lightly: "The clothes of this brand have been turned into uniforms." The director laughed, "You know Xiaowen never has any opinion on experts." The young man smiled wryly, "Consultants need to charge consultant fees." The doctor nodded, "This is wisdom." People call her doctor, of course, because she is very smart, and she praises young people for being smart, which is very rewarding. The director said: "Partner, when will these two new recruits report for duty?" "next week." The director has the ability to command, the doctor is smart, and the two cooperate to start a business, which will naturally prosper. "If there is nothing else, I will go first." The doctor said to the young man: "Xiaowen, you should seriously consider it." The young man left with a smile. He swims in the swimming pool attached to the residence for thirty minutes, then returns home, eats a simple sandwich, and takes a nap on the sofa. The home phone seldom rings. Apart from work, he has no other life, so his service is very dedicated, and when customers see him, he is always in good spirits. The phone finally rang. He woke up immediately and took the receiver. "Chinese, I'm Xiao Guo, listen up." "yes." "Ailian, formerly named Li Biru, wife of banker Xie Rudun, is forty-seven years old this year." The young man hummed. "Her biological father is real estate tycoon Li Yaoxiong." The young man snorted again. It is not easy for him, who is accustomed to the world, to utter such exclamation words. "She has a son and a daughter, Yu Weiyan, 24 years old, and female Weixing, 21 years old. Both of them have graduated from university, but they are still studying in North America." The young man responded. "Li Yaoxiong left a very rich property to his daughter. In society, she is a lady with excellent education and self-cultivation. Unfortunately, she married a man with a rough personality but a great business talent. I believe she must be mentally miserable." "Thank you, Xiao Guo." "You're welcome." "Wish you come like a cloud." "You are also Chinese." The other party hangs up the phone. The young man was lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. The spacious home was white and very comfortable under the sunlight. The nickname Chinese was given to him by the doctor. When he was traveling in a small European country, the company wanted him. He was always by the swimming pool. The doctor simply said to the operator: "Call the young Chinese to answer the phone." This word spread, and some people called him Chinese. people. Now the nickname is more useful, because soon there will be Caucasians and Africans reporting. Naturally, the doctor also has fellows of different nationalities from other parts of the world. He went out to get a haircut. The hair stylist smiled wryly: "Men's hairstyles range from short to long, and then from long to short. You are good, and you can adapt to all changes." The young man smiled. "You've got that thick thick black hair, like seaweed, and a wave at the top of your head." The young man replied: "Inherited from my mother." "She must be a beautiful lady." "Thank you." Hair stylists seem to have a great affection for young people. The young man thought to himself: You don't know my profession, otherwise, according to the custom, you will inevitably sneer at me. He is more reticent than others, and has already decided to change the barber next time. In the evening, he went to the appointment. Renke is a Japanese tourist, and she told him her real name: "My name is Kristi Yamaguchi." Speaking of which, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren have lived in the United States for a long time, and my father was also sent to a concentration camp during World War II. She is a cheerful lady, talking non-stop, laughing innocently all the time, hoping that young people will take her to explore the secrets. The director always introduces better guests to him. Then, he raised his head and saw Ai Lian, Mrs. Xie Rudun. She stepped into the teahouse with a few friends. Following the rules of his profession, the young man glanced at her indifferently as if nothing had happened, and returned to the proper range. But the other party couldn't be so calm, her whole body shook, her face turned blue and red, and finally turned pale. When she sat down, she looked up and realized that the young man had left, and now there were two foreign wives sitting there. I'm afraid it's just an illusion, she lowered her head in embarrassment. The young man took the guests to visit the novelty shop he was familiar with. This metropolis is no dirtier or more sinful than other cities, and it has everything that other places have, no less. Renke suddenly asked a very meaningful question: "What annoys you the most?" "Women and children suffer." Ms. Yamaguchi sighed: "Really, I finally divorced my husband because I didn't want my children to feel pain when they saw their parents arguing every day." The young man listened carefully. She continued: "We were still friends after the breakup, but he soon found someone else and I felt very lonely." The young man quickly turned away: "I am with you at this moment." The lady smiled wryly, put her hand in his, and he took her hand. "You are a lovely young man." Her fingers were swollen, with thick knuckles, like labor hands, but they wore huge diamond rings. Most of the female guests come out out of loneliness, and rarely have other purposes. In the past, there were the most tourists, and it was best not to see each other, but now, for some reason, there are more and more local guests every day, and the embarrassing scenes may increase day by day. Ms. Yamaguchi likes to laugh, "Come and find me in San Francisco when you have time. I run a bakery and the business is very good. Would you be interested in learning how to make crescent bread? I can teach you..." The last time a guest opened a farm and raised chickens in the suburbs of Vancouver, she also graciously left her real name and address. She is a widow and has no children, so she has no taboos, so she also invited him to be a guest. It was late at night when we came out of the hotel. Back at the apartment, the director looked for him. He smiled and asked, "Haven't you slept yet?" "Less sarcasm." "You always suspect that I have evil intentions." "Xiaowen, Ai Lian is looking for you." "I seem to have time the day after tomorrow." "Xiaowen, how old are you?" The young man smiled, "You want to remind me that youth is fleeting?" "As expected of a smart man." "I have my own plan." "Xiaowen, Ai Lian's price is astronomically high." "How many commissions do you take?" "She has seven, you have seven, the old rules." "Fifteen percent? You're so rich." "Xiaowen, I have already made a fortune, so I don't need your good wishes and prayers." "Strange," the young man laughed, "Do you suffer from insomnia at night in your industry?" "I sleep like a baby, how about you?" "I slept like a log." "It can be seen that the two of us are talents who are born to go out of their way." "No, I'm not going to take her advice," said the young man. "If it's about money—" "No, it's not about the money." "Then you're crazy," the director said softly, "Would you rather accompany different guests every day? Every night when you go to different occasions, you don't know who the guests are, but you want to hug and kiss right away. Do you think that is freedom?" "People are born actors." "How about I advise her to shorten the contract to one year?" "Three months." "At least one year, people's investment needs to be returned." "Six months." "I'm going to talk about it." "Good night's sleep." The director is still very gentle, "to each other." The young man laughed. Will the director persuade him to be good?No, no, no, no, she was doing it for her nearly ten million commission. Even so, it is well deserved. The young man suddenly felt a sense of loneliness rising from the bottom of his heart, and within a moment, it enveloped his whole body. Love will develop over time, he is also a human being, and he doesn't want to plant feelings on any human guest. Greeting long-term customers is already annoying enough, you have to remember how much milk and sugar she puts in her coffee, it’s best to keep in mind what she’s nagging about, how many children she has, where the scars on her belly come from, when did her first love happen ... A year with the same guest?Incredible. Elegant guests and vulgar guests are all guests, the fees are the same, children and old people are not deceived, and young people have always ignored it. He sighed.