The Attempt to Reconciliation Chapter 4

Not long after Roger sat down, Jackson called. But Roger took one look and hung up directly.

Jackson bombarded him directly with text messages:

[It's time. Where are you? ]

[General Manager Lin has arrived a long time ago! ]

[What kind of status do you have, putting on airs in front of the Beidou Group? Reply quickly. 】

It seemed that he had completely forgotten that Roger could not read text messages and could only listen to the audio.

Carter drank and his face turned a little red: "Who is it? The debt collector is here."

"Jackson." Roger turned off the notification sound. "You asked me to take a job I didn't want to take."

"What kind of job?" Carter narrowed his eyes, "I'm not telling you, Jackson is not a good character. He will accept any job for you to make money. You are different now from before. Not so many people ask you to perform. Now, he's in a hurry. I overheard him saying last time that he might as well find a wealthy man and sell you to someone else as his lover. "Tell me, what kind of person is he?"

"Well, that's why I won't answer."

"Hey, you've grown up, you're no longer a doormat. I thought you didn't dare to refuse him." Carter shook his head, "So what kind of job is it? You can't really be someone's lover, right?"

"Oliver asked me to play the piano for him, but I didn't want to go."

"Oh------poof." Carter just took a sip of wine, and now it all squirted out.

Roger blocked the splashing wine with his arm and threw the tissue box to him: "What are you doing?"

"Who? Who are you talking about?" Carter asked loudly.

Roger spoke clearly: "Oliver."

Carter let out a long sigh and wiped the wine off his clothes with a tissue.

"Xiao Bai..." Carter smacked his lips, "Actually..."

Roger:?

"It would be nice to be Oliver's lover."

Roger's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, not knowing what to say.

"That's right, you should know about Beidou Group. I won't explain how rich his family is. Oliver is the only son in the family. If nothing unexpected happens, Beidou Group will be his in the future. He is also very competitive. He is good-looking and well-educated. He has been a top student since he was a child. As soon as he became an adult, he followed his father to learn how to run a company. I heard that he is quite capable. The most important thing is that he is single now. There has been no gossip about him for so many years. Although he is called a lover, he is actually no different from a boyfriend."

"Why is there no difference?" Roger was a little incoherent, "Besides, and he just asked me to play the piano, not what you said!"

"No?" Carter was puzzled. "Then why don't you want to go? He gave very little money?"

"I don't want to go." Roger curled his lips.

Carter regretted a few words and clinked glasses with him: "That's fine. If you don't want to, don't go. Who knows if he has any bad intentions? Anyway, we novices are not afraid of not being able to find a job. Your eyesight is restored this time, and the piano If you can play better, Beidou Group will not matter. The richest man in the world may not be qualified to ask you to play the piano. "

"I don't want to play anymore." said Roger.

Carter looked at him blankly: "Don't you want to play anymore?"

"Yeah." Roger lowered his eyes and sipped his beer.

The wine tasted very strong and he could only drink a little at a time as it still felt spicy.

But the more he felt choked, the more he couldn't help but want to drink.

"How could it be...did something happen to you? Did Jackson force you to do something?" Carter's tone suddenly rose, and he slapped the table and stood up, "I'm going to settle the score with him!"

"No," Roger stopped him, his eyes misty and confused, "I just suddenly didn't want to play anymore."

He lowered his voice, choking a little: "I can't play it well now anyway."

"Xiao Bai..." Carter slowly sat down, sighed, touched the top of his head, and handed him a tissue, "If you don't want to play, just stop playing. It's good to relax."

"But, after all, you have been playing for so many years, and finally won the gold medal of the Tchaikovsky Competition. Don't you want to win the Chopin Prize as well? I know you are not in good shape recently, it's okay, don't worry," Carter comforted softly, "Take a rest for a while and slowly get the feeling. You are very talented, you will definitely be able to do it."

"Yeah." Roger replied sullenly.

In fact, he also had the opportunity to compete for the Chopin Gold Medal in his previous life.

Not long after he won the award, his level began to decline. He could only repeat techniques mechanically without being able to bring emotion. Eventually, even skilled techniques will go wrong.

The strange thing is that when he played the piano for Oliver, he gradually regained his previous feelings. Not only was he back to his peak, he was even more energetic than before. His own compositions have also received unanimous praise at home and abroad.

It was a pity that something happened between him and Oliver when the competition was about to begin. He fled abroad and had no intention of playing the piano anymore. It was a pity that he had always been unwilling to do so.

Why am I thinking of Oliver again? Annoying.

Roger took a sip of wine and, as expected, choked himself to the point of coughing several times.

Carter hurriedly helped him wipe his clothes, mumbling: "I told you, if you can't drink, drink less. Look, your face turns red after drinking this little, and you drink a big cup."

Roger was dissatisfied and opened his mouth to refute, but after looking at the large mug of draft beer on the table next to him, he was still deterred.

"I can drink slowly." Roger held the wine glass and licked it like a kitten licking milk, "I just can't drink too fast. I can drink it."

Carter looked at his careful look and snorted mockingly.

The dishes came out the same.

Roger is most looking forward to crayfish.

He had never had this before, but he had often heard others mention it.

Except for his eyesight, several other sense organs are more developed than ordinary people. This kind of heavy oil and salt dish tastes too strong for him.

And he can't see it. If you eat this kind of food, it will easily get everywhere and it will be difficult to clean up.

But since you live a different life, you must try it!

Although it is a crayfish, the shrimp head still looks very big, and there is also a pair of large red-scalded pincers, which is a bit scary as food.

Roger didn't know how to start at first, and he didn't dare to eat it. After watching Carter peel off one, he put on disposable gloves in a decent manner, followed his example, picked a shrimp, and twisted off the head of the shrimp.

The shell of crayfish is full of oil and feels slippery, so it's hard to use force. He twisted left and right, and finally there was a crisp sound of the shrimp shell being broken. The crayfish's body and head were separated, and the red oil had flowed along the glove to the cuff.

Roger lifted the crayfish far away and peeled off the shells one by one.

The tail of the shrimp was very tight at the end. Roger held his breath and scraped the thin piece of shrimp tail, trying to take out the shrimp meat completely from the tail.

Carter looked at his expression as if he was facing an enemy, laughed loudly, quickly peeled off a few shrimps, and threw them into his bowl: "Forget it if you can't get it out, that piece of meat is not delicious. Eat the meat in the middle." That’s it. If it’s not enough, please order more.”

Roger took off his gloves, picked up a piece of shrimp meat and tasted it.

The shrimp meat is very tender and wrapped in red oil. When you enter the mouth, you can taste the spiciness and saltiness first, but when you chew it, you will find that the shrimp meat is not that salty, and the shrimp meat inside still retains its own sweetness.

It's not as spicy as expected.

Crayfish look big, but actually they only have a little bit of meat. Roger ate several in a row, stopped to peel new ones, and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his throat.

He reached for the teapot and said with difficulty: "Water..."

Carter stood up and poured him a glass of water, laughing loudly: "Are you feeling the spiciness?"

Roger drank several sips of water before suppressing the spicy feeling, and almost burst into tears.

He felt wronged. He didn't expect that the spicy taste would last for a long time. He didn't feel it when he was eating it, but he couldn't stand it after he stopped.

"Fortunately, it's slightly spicy," Carter teased, "You know what spicy is? Do you still eat spicy food?"

Roger's throat stopped feeling uncomfortable and he became hard-edged again: "Eat."

"Yeah." Carter nodded deeply.

"Eat something slightly spicy." Roger whispered.

"Hmph." Carter crossed his arms, obviously disdainful.

He peeled off a few pieces of shrimp, put them into the white porridge, and pushed the porridge bowl in front of Roger: "I don't care whether you eat spicy food in the future or how spicy you eat it. Just eat this today."

Roger looked at the light white porridge and the shrimp meat covered with red oil lying on it, stirred it with a spoon, and took a spoonful.

This tastes just right.

He took a few bites and whispered, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what," Carter waved his hand, came to him again, and said mysteriously, "If you really want to thank me, why not say, 'Handsome guy Carter is the most handsome person I have ever seen.'" "

Roger laughed out loud and stirred the porridge: "But I haven't met many people yet. Is what I said relevant?"

"Of course there are," Carter said righteously, "You couldn't see people before, which means you haven't been influenced by others. What you think is handsome is the understanding of handsomeness engraved in human DNA."

Roger tilted his head and thought for a while, then gave him a thumbs up: "He is very handsome. He is the most handsome man I have ever seen."

Carter was so excited that he peeled off more than a dozen shrimps in one go. Basically, all the crayfish in the plate went into Roger's stomach.

Grilled skewers are also served one after another.

Carter originally wanted Roger to pick the meat off the stick before eating it, but Roger insisted on holding the stick.

He had never had barbecue like this.

He had eaten barbecue before, but what he ate was the kind that was cut up, roasted on the stove, and then cut into small pieces with scissors. There is basically no seasoning on the meat. It is sprinkled with a little pepper and salt after roasting.

In the past, I was afraid that he would poke himself when eating, so sharp objects like skewers would not appear on the dining table. In fact, he had long wanted to eat with a skewer, and this way of eating with oil dripping from his mouth could maximize the charm of barbecue.

He picked up a skewer of beef, used his teeth to tear off large pieces of beef bit by bit, chewed it carefully, and then rolled the minced meat stuck on the skewer into his mouth.

Carter sat across from him and sighed.

Some people are very polite no matter what they eat.

This is Roger. He eats barbecue with the elegance of a French meal, and even ordinary beef skewers are elevated to a higher level.

After Roger finished a bunch of beef, his eyes were so narrow that he could hardly see, and his face was filled with happiness.

It's really delicious.

Why didn't he try this in his previous life? At first, I didn't know there was delicious food in the world. Later, I lived with Oliver, and his eating habits were taken away by him.

Oliver must still be sitting in the French restaurant now. Roger thought that he liked these exquisite and expensive things the most. The first time they met was in a French restaurant.

Those places looked cold, and so did Oliver.

Every time he finished a kebab, he had to drink a sip of water.

Even the smell of barbecue was a bit strong, making him always want to drink water.

The two of them ate for a while, Carter finished the can of beer, and then a new one was served.

"You don't play the piano now, what do you want to do?" Carter's cheeks were red, his eyes were blurred, and his words were a little wandering.

"I haven't thought about it yet." Roger drank less, but his cheeks were also flushed.

"You can do anything, just do what you like." Carter murmured to himself, "Listen to me, don't think about doing other things to make money first. If you do it, you won't be able to go back."

Roger asked: "Are you still like that recently?"

"Yes." Carter drank and his behavior was not so refined.

He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, his eyes a little watery. He didn't know whether it was stimulated by the light or for some other reason: "Do I look so comical?"

Carter is an actor with a professional background. He is very talented. He was a top student when he was in school. The teachers at the time were very optimistic about him.

He likes drama, he is also calm and likes those old-fashioned and traditional performing arts.

He took over roles in TV series and movies, but none of them were famous, but he was not discouraged and just continued to hone his acting skills.

Once, he accidentally posted a spoof short video.

Then, it became popular.

He doesn't even know how he became famous.

After it becomes popular, job invitations will naturally increase. But they are all for his comedy effect. Even if he is invited to film and television dramas, he is still the kind of funny character.

Carter found that although he was popular, he was still far away from his dream.

He was unwilling to give in.

Roger thought for a moment and his eyes lit up: "Actually, I know an opportunity."

"What is it?" Carter grinned, still looking lazy.

"yes......"

The phone screen suddenly lit up and it was an unfamiliar number.

Roger hesitated for a moment, then accepted it.

Jackson's voice, suppressed with anger, came from the other side: "Where are you now? Tell me immediately. I don't care if you are injured or not, or whether you can see General Manager Lin or not, just give me a definite answer."

Roger was about to hang up the phone.

"Mr. Lin is looking for you," Jackson roared angrily. "He wants to know where you fell and how serious your fall is. Where are you? If we can't find you, we'll have to finish the game."