When Lan Xiangxian received the call from his boss, he was sitting on the rooftop of a tall building, looking down at the scenery below.
He had only just sent the money his father demanded when the doctors at the hospital began asking for more.
His mother was clinging to life in a small hospital now, and there was no telling when she would pass away.
He had bought some alcohol with the little money he had left and climbed up this tall building during a break between his several part-time jobs.
Perhaps he should never have come into this world in the first place?
Watching the traffic come and go, he opened the bottle and took a swig.
Just then, the theater owner called him, excitement in his voice:
"Xiao Lan! Have you heard of Universal Entertainment? The president's assistant wants to see you!"
"Me?"
The bottle paused at Lan Xiangxian's lips. He had drunk too quickly just now, and his head was a little fuzzy.
He knew Universal Entertainment. It was founded by the man who had just won Film Emperor. Why would his assistant want to see him?
Lan Xiangxian had only one phone, which he had used for a long time and was a little slow. His days usually consisted of working, sleeping, working, and sleeping, and he hardly ever read entertainment news.
He had only heard about this from a coworker who played corpses alongside him as an extra.
The boss usually treated him quite well. He probably wouldn't lie to him.
He held his head and shook it, then spoke into the phone:
"Uncle, did someone scam you?"
Why would an entertainment company like that come looking for him?
"Oh, come on! It's definitely good news! There's hope for your mother's illness!"
The boss