Lawrence Winters chuckled, "This is a bit strange, isn't it? Lucas Harlow has never been very popular, right? How many artists does NewHuman Corporation have like him, being neither here nor there? If not a hundred, there are at least eighty, right? Mr. Fu founded this company, does he know everyone in it? It's not like it's a small company with just a few people; it's a medium-sized company with nearly two hundred people, isn't it?"
Zoe Johnson kind of understood, "You're saying Lucas Harlow has private ties with Mr. Fu?"
"I don't know about that. As I said, I don't want to know. All I know is that right now I'm the agent and Lucas Harlow is the only artist under me. We are a community of shared interests. So, he has to work hard, or I, as his agent, won't let him off easily!"
Lawrence Winters stretched out his fair palm and made a grabbing gesture in the air.
Zoe Johnson was amused to death, determined to see what kind of jokes this pair would make in the future.
