Hollywood superstar XX history [travel]

Fred Ferrer poked his head out of the Cadillac car window, looked up at the towering, golden building in front of him, and glanced at Vogt's cap, thin windbreaker and jeans, a strange sense of confusion He couldn't help but confirm again: "Mr. Vogt Peston, are you sure you want to get off here?" The doubt in the tone was completely undisguised, and Fred Only Vogt's full name will be called, and the honorific title of "Mr." will be added.

As an employee, of course you must have a certain amount of respect for your employer.Fred has always been competent and strikes an excellent balance between having a deep understanding of who is paying his salary now and who might be paying him in the future.

In fact, Fred had always dreamed of becoming a respectable English butler, but his size and baby face always gave his ability a distinctly American color, so that the people he served were also expensive. Elegant aristocrats turned into Hollywood stars of all kinds.

And no matter how dazzling a star is in front of people, after closing the door, the other party will show his true side in front of the insignificant life assistant.Most of these real faces are horrible.

Vogt Peston is considered good. Although he seems relatively imbecile in life and tends to be in a hurry with trivial matters, he can't hide his good upbringing and background, and his living habits are very healthy and self-disciplined.Occasionally a little whimsical, but most of the time it is very reliable, especially when performing--

Fred had to affirm Lance Clark's discerning vision and Vogt's charisma on stage, enough to make all his shortcomings overlooked—Fred, who had never been interested in drama, had become Vogt Fans of the Phantom.Coupled with Lance's escort, it's only a matter of time before they become popular.

Before Vogt officially sold himself, oh no, officially signed the contract with Lance, in addition to taking care of Vogt's daily life, Fred also shouldered the responsibility of keeping an eye on him and preventing him from doing something similar. Behavior such as "dress-up games".

For example, at this moment, dressing like an eye-catching Stalker (stalker), stepping into a world of suits and ties and elites?

Vogt lowered the brim of his cap, and the paparazzi were increasingly interested in him as a Broadway sensation, but both the King's and Lance wanted him to remain a modest mystery—the King's wanted to attract more Many people walked into the theater, and Lance had more realistic considerations.Now that Vogt can't pay, Lance asks him to be at least a little more obedient.Vogt, who was caught, kept a low profile obediently, which can be seen from his attire, but within a few days of being obedient, he came to Lower Manhattan with a suit that was out of place, and made Fred's efforts go to waste— — When he heard that Vogt was going on a trip, he had borrowed Lance's Cadillac just to protect Vogt's style, but Vogt's clothes made him swallow an ostrich egg.

"You know, I need an accountant," Vogt said. "I'm coming to my accountant."

Fred couldn't help looking up at the towering, golden building in front of him again, and sincerely suggested: "Mr. Vogt Peston, if you really need an accountant, Mr. Clark can help you find a good one. I can do it too, and I promise to be of high quality and low price!" Fred couldn't say that with Vogt's current financial resources, it would be a problem to even pay his salary, let alone hire a professional accountant in this location.

"I believe." Vogt nodded, and said in an indescribable tone: "But, you all need my salary."

Isn't it a matter of course to get paid for your work?Was Vogt trying to find a philanthropist in lower Manhattan who would be willing to sponsor him?

Of course, Fred secretly looked at Vogt's slender figure. If his employer was willing to pay some unspeakable price, it would definitely not be a problem for him to want a "cash machine".Or, resorting to his still-mysterious origins?Although Vogt never said it out loud, Fred could smell the taste of a family above the middle class from his words and deeds, and his gossip soul couldn't help burning!

"Voge, you won't make it impossible for me to explain to Mr. Clark, will you?" Fred changed his tone, his chubby face showed a pitiful look.

"Relax, Fred, you know I can't live without you," Vogt said matter-of-factly.

"Okay, Vogue, good luck. I'll wait for you in the parking lot." Fred waved his forehead with two fingers.The originally chic movements, coupled with winking expressions, feel a little funny.

Vogt smiled: "There is enough time for you to walk around, sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee when you are tired."

Fred's curiosity suddenly rose to the highest point: "Will I know the process? Will I?"

Vogt smiled without saying a word, turned around and waved his hand.

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Top floor, 21st floor, birch accounting firm

Lily Ramirez, the front desk assistant and assistant to the boss, sat under the bronzing gothic signboard of Birch Accounting Firm as usual, flipping through the customer information and checking the list of customers who made an appointment to visit today.

Suddenly, something caught her attention.

She raised her head while supporting her glasses, and saw a man wearing a duckbill cap whose face shape could not be seen clearly pushed open the heavy glass door and walked in, as if looking around curiously.

Lily Ramirez was a little nervous immediately. She thought of her eccentric and grumpy boss. He just yelled at a client yesterday, although in the end the client paid double the commission and coaxed the boss to continue serving him in a low voice. But Lily is still worried that someone will come to trouble the company one day.God knows, she has only been here for a month, and she is already the fourth assistant in this company that has been established for less than a year.

"Hi sir, how can I help you?" Lily squeezed out a professional smile.

The man took off his duckbill cap and raised his eyes: "Is Kevin there? Kevin Peston, I'm looking for him. I think this is his company."

Lily's face was blushing, because the man in front of her was very handsome. The moment he showed his face, she was stunned unconsciously, and her whole body's defense immediately faded away.

"He's here. May I know who you are looking for him?" Lily picked up the phone and pressed the internal number.

"Vogt, Vogt Pfister. You're Lily, right?" Vogt raised his lips.

"Yes, yes, nice to meet you!" Lily was flattered and confused.She was pretty sure she hadn't met Vogt—if she had, she would remember him, no doubt!

"Sure enough." Vogt took a meaningful look at the signboard behind her.

Lili didn't know, so she blinked. At this time, the internal line was connected. Before Lili could speak, a vicious voice came from the phone: "My dear assistant, if your head is not eaten by the monster, you should remember A visitor at ten twenty!"

Lily: "..." She forgot to ask this Mr. Pfister if he has an appointment? !

A bony hand took her phone: "Okay, Kevin, that means you have an hour to spend with me, wouldn't you be glad?"

"Vogt!" Kevin Peston snarls over the phone, "How do you know I'm here? Oh no! I don't know you! Lily, Lily, get him out, get him out , call security!"

Lily had the urge to dig a hole and bury her head in it.The fact that the boss is a lunatic and exposed in front of the guests made her feel a subtle sense of shame, if not for the attractive salary of this job... Lily twitched the corners of her lips at Vogt in embarrassment.

Vogt gave her a single wink and mouthed "Wrap me," without a hint of nervousness.

"If you remember your last name is Peston, you should know that you can't get rid of me, cousin," Vogt said slowly.His mother is of Chinese-American descent, his maternal grandmother is Chinese, surnamed Lin, and his maternal grandfather is American, surnamed Peston.Vogt's American ID card was obtained by his grandfather, and he inherited Peston's surname, just like his mother Anne Peston has a Chinese name of Lin Minjia.Vogt's mother is the youngest daughter of the family, and she has been loved since childhood. As his mother's youngest son, he has always dominated the Perston family, even the other bully of the Perston family, his youngest cousin Kay Wen Peston also had to give in with hatred.

"Damn Sirius!" Kevin Peston cursed, "Get in! Get in! Lily, push away all the clients from this morning!"

Lily gaped.Kevin Peston has multiple identities such as American Certified Public Accountant, member of the Federal Association, and member of the State Association. He used to work as a senior accountant at PricewaterhouseCoopers. After he came out to work alone, he was charged for every minute of working time.But because of his work habits, he can only see a limited number of clients a day. In order to make up for the loss, he attaches great importance to the time he spends with clients, except for double charges.Not even his female companions, or even his mother (who came once), would take away his client time.

But a cousin?

Vogt said triumphantly, "You won't regret it, Kevin. I'm here to talk to you about business. Big business."

"I doubt it, Vogt, a liberal arts student." Kevin Peston said arrogantly.

Vogt said, "Even though I've become an actor?"

Kevin was silent for a second, and when he spoke again, his tone seemed to be a different person: "Dear cousin, come to my office quickly, to be honest, it's been a long time, I really miss you... Lily, coffee, No, lukewarm water, Vog doesn't drink any addictive liquids..."