Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Omega, Their Knees Bent Chapter 65.2

Part 2

Lou Ting shook his head. “No.”

He hadn’t been in contact with his former manager for a long time.

Lou Ting had directly blocked Zuo Anran.

He didn’t know if He Yunzhou had kicked Zuo Anran out of the company after taking over, but since He Yunzhou took Zuo Anran’s position, Lou Ting had no reason to seek Zuo Anran out.

Additionally, Zuo Anran seemed to have a deep relationship with Fu Chongshan.

Lou Wenjiang and his family were controlled by He Yunzhou, unable to come out and cause trouble. If Fu Chongshan was in contact with them, then Fu Chongshan would definitely be anxious to contact him.

But Lou Ting had also blocked Fu Chongshan, so Fu Chongshan would definitely try to find him through Zuo Anran.

Lou Ting gave no response; he was just waiting for them to panic and mess up.

His silence and blocking were also telling them: the person you’ve been monitoring has broken free from your control.

Once they started getting anxious, they would definitely continue to contact their superiors.

On that end, He Yunzhou had hired professionals to monitor communications. It could be said that as long as they made contact, the mastermind behind the scenes could be located!

Amidst these layers of calculation, Lou Ting naturally wouldn’t have any contact with Zuo Anran.

If he spoke up now, wouldn’t all his previous efforts go to waste?

But… why would Liang Caijin bring him up out of nowhere?

Lou Ting held a glass of ice water, rubbing his fingers against the cold frost on the outside, and asked suspiciously, “Did he look for you?”

“Not me,” Liang Caijin said. “He went to the company.”

“Just ignore him.” The fact that he still wanted to find him meant he wasn’t at a dead end yet. Leaving him out in the cold for a while longer would definitely force his hand.

Seeing Lou Ting’s indifferent attitude, Liang Caijin sighed and said, “He said he has some dirt on you.”

If it wasn’t for this, he wouldn’t have come to Lou Ting.

Zuo Anran had been Lou Ting’s manager for quite some time. It could be said that he had managed Lou Ting since his debut. He also knew about the hardships Lou Ting faced in the industry. Although he didn’t know why someone would change the style of a newcomer with such fierce momentum and throw him into a comedy variety show to wear him down…

But Liang Caijin also understood that there were some things he shouldn’t be curious about.

When Zuo Anran showed up at the company, he was almost kicked out by the security guards. He stood at the door yelling, saying he had dirt on Lou Ting, and if they didn’t let him in, he would shout it from the door and make all that dirt public.

Liang Caijin just happened to run into this.

Considering the bond between a manager and an artist, Liang Caijin took it upon himself to bring the man inside.

As a result, Zuo Anran kept demanding that Lou Ting come out. If Lou Ting didn’t see him, he wouldn’t say a word.

Helpless, Liang Caijin had no choice but to settle Zuo Anran down first and find someone to sound him out.

But Zuo Anran kept his mouth shut, and this dragged on for quite some time. Liang Caijin couldn’t reach He Yunzhou, so out of desperation, he had to tell Lou Ting about it.

Otherwise, he really didn’t want to bother Lou Ting with this matter.

“Dirt on me?” Lou Ting’s tone was slow, carefully mulling over Zuo Anran’s meaning.

What dirt could there be?

Lou Ting thought to himself, the original owner had been so busy from dawn till dusk that he barely had time to eat, so where would he find the time to create dirt?

Moreover, Zuo Anran had always been suppressing the original owner’s strength. He never let him participate in things like finding a sugar daddy, for fear that he might find an uncontrollable backer one day. Therefore, the trajectory Zuo Anran mapped out for the original owner could be described as a three-point line: company, variety shows, and home. Just running between those three places.

It seemed like he hadn’t even left the city limits for a whole two years.

What kind of dirt could an original owner like that have?

As for Lou Ting himself… was it about him and He Yunzhou?

But that was already public knowledge.

Even though they had never formally responded to it, those who knew, knew, and the fans had a tacit understanding.

Who was Zuo Anran threatening with this?

“I just feel that the relationship between a manager and an artist is very close. Sometimes there might be things even you don’t know about that your manager recorded as evidence. In case there are any issues with terminating the contract in the future, they can bring it out as leverage. Of course, these are the minority. Most artists and managers part ways amicably, but a person like Zuo Anran…”

Liang Caijin shook his head. To be honest, he looked down on Zuo Anran.

It was genuine disdain.

But it was hard to say for sure when it came to things like ‘dirt’.

Liang Caijin said, “If you’re worried, it might be better to meet him.”

Lou Ting glanced at the time. They were currently in free training and had plenty of time. It was just going out to meet someone; there was enough time. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and draped it over his shoulders. “I’ll go over now.”

“Ah?” Liang Caijin was stunned. “Aren’t you going to message or call Mr. He first?”

Looking at Lou Ting, he actually wanted to go by himself?

“No need, I can handle this minor issue myself.” He Yunzhou was busy, and Lou Ting didn’t want to disturb him with something so trivial.

“Let’s go.”

While Liang Caijin was still in a daze, Lou Ting had already walked out. He hurriedly stood up and chased after him, “It’s still better to contact Mr. He…”

“No need.”

Liang Caijin brought Zuo Anran to a single room he owned locally. It was located in a bustling area and even had a night view. The room was generally nice, and Liang Caijin often stayed there when he came to town. It couldn’t be considered mistreating Zuo Anran.

Plus, before knowing if Zuo Anran’s so-called ‘dirt’ was real or fake, Liang Caijin didn’t dare offend him.

After all, it involved Lou Ting, so he had to be cautious in everything.

Zuo Anran was holding a cup of coffee and sitting in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, lamenting about life. Hearing the sound of the lock clicking behind him, he said, “Oh, you’re here?”

Lou Ting couldn’t be bothered to exchange pleasantries with him.

Lou Ting’s impression of Zuo Anran was mediocre. If Fu Chongshan was the one who designed his tragic fate behind the scenes, then Zuo Anran was the executor of this farce.

Birds of a feather; neither were good people.

Seeing this, Zuo Anran felt a bit displeased but didn’t vent it. Instead, he said with a hint of emotion, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you look at me with that kind of gaze.”

—What does that mean?

The next moment, Zuo Anran was heard saying, “You really did come back after all.” His voice was steady but carried a smile, giving off a feeling of having seen through the mortal world and being detached from reality.

Lou Ting’s pupils violently contracted. His fingers curled slightly as he looked at him with an unkind gaze. “What nonsense are you talking about? Are you crazy?”

“You understand,” Zuo Anran was still smiling. “We’ve reached this point, so why bother playing dumb?”

Lou Ting understood Zuo Anran’s meaning. He didn’t rush to press Zuo Anran on what he meant, but instead said, “Mr. Liang, I have some things I want to discuss with Zuo Anran.”

Liang Caijin sensed that the atmosphere between the two was off. Their back-and-forth was full of words he couldn’t understand. Liang Caijin wasn’t an idiot; there was definitely some unspeakable hidden truth between them.

Since Lou Ting took the initiative to speak, he naturally wouldn’t stay to eavesdrop. Even if Lou Ting hadn’t said anything, he would have offered to leave.

Liang Caijin said, “You guys chat first. There’s a cozy cafe next door; I’ll go buy you some food.”

Although his words were meant for both of them, the underlying implication was a warning to Zuo Anran.

‘I’m right next door. If anything happens, I’ll rush over immediately. You better not act rashly.’

Zuo Anran only focused on laughing, and it was unknown whether he understood the meaning behind his words.

Lou Ting leaned back, crossing his legs, and rested his hands on his lap. He looked at him with a contemptuous gaze. “He’s gone. If you have anything to say, you can speak frankly.”