Chapter 129 I Sell My Art, Not My Body

Charlize Theron has a strong public image, but in reality, she's just a girl in her early twenties.

I also hope to have close friends around me, so we can talk, go shopping, and enjoy life together.

However, it's almost impossible to make friends like that in Hollywood.

Therefore, loneliness and solitude are her normal state when she is not working.

No wonder, she has a little girl side, but she keeps it hidden in her heart.

Cao Kun didn't know much about wine, so he just randomly picked a bottle of red wine and served it.

when!

The two wine glasses clinked together, and the two people took a small sip of wine.

Cao Kun ate a piece of pan-fried lamb chop and thought it tasted pretty good. He then asked, "How do you usually spend your time?"

Charlize said, "Party, shopping, and going out."

Cao Kun: "Didn't you say you had no friends?"

Charlize: "I don't have any real friends, but I have a group of people I can call on anytime I need to play with."

Reminded by Charitz, Cao Kun also recalled some news he had seen before.

Many celebrities keep companions for entertainment.

This type of person is also called a playmate.

These "playmates" have very simple duties: accompanying celebrities to meals, sightseeing, shopping, movies, and so on.

Of course, the celebrities cover all the expenses and often buy them things.

Besides playing games, the most important thing about being a celebrity companion is providing emotional value.

Given the exaggerated nature of people from the US, it would definitely be all sorts of nauseatingly sycophantic praise.

Take Charlize for example, even if he went out dressed in rags, the escorts would still shower him with compliments.

For celebrities, this doesn't cost much, but it can make them happy when they're bored.

However, some people are completely lost in the flattery of those who offer entertainment.

The most famous of them all is Britney Spears.

Cao Kun asked, "How much do you spend on these companion services each month?"

Charlize: "A hundred thousand dollars, maybe, not much."

Cao Kun nodded. Indeed, there aren't many stars like Charlize.

Cao Kun: "Do you enjoy their emotional value output?"

Perhaps the term "emotional value" was too advanced; it took Charitz a moment to fully understand.

She laughed and said, "Emotional value, that's a pretty apt description. You could become a screenwriter."

Cao Kun knows his own limitations; he can't even write an 800-word essay properly, so what kind of screenwriter is he?

These are all terms that have been overused in later generations.

Charlize said, "It did feel good when they complimented me. But I knew very well that was because I had paid them money."

If I don't spend money, they won't just stop complimenting me; they'll talk badly about me behind my back.

Cao Kun: "You're overthinking it. Even when you're spending money, they'll still be talking badly about you behind your back."

Chariz paused for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Yes, that's right. They're probably calling me an idiot behind my back for spending so much money on them."

Cao Kun: "It's good that you understand."

Charlize raised his glass: "Thank you, I understand, I won't lose my way."

Cao Kun said nothing, he just took a sip of wine.

"Wait a moment."

Charlize suddenly got up from the table.

She ran upstairs with a thud.

As Cao Kun watched her retreating figure, a series of thoughts suddenly came to mind.

Soon, Charitz came downstairs, his attire unchanged, except that he was carrying a bag.

Cao Kun looked at her, quite disappointed, and said, "I thought that when you came downstairs again, you wouldn't have any clothes on you anymore."

Charlize paused, then covered her mouth and burst into laughter: "Have you been watching too many movies? But..."

She changed the subject: "If you really want to take your clothes off, you don't need to go upstairs. As long as you're willing, I have no problem with it."

As she spoke, she reached her hand behind her back.

“Wait a minute,” Cao Kun said. “I think $2.4 million a year is more suitable for me.”

Chariz glared at Cao Kun: "Is there something wrong with your health?"

Cao Kun's expression remained unchanged.

He had heard these words many times before, and now he felt no emotional reaction.

Cao Kun: "I'm in good health, don't make wild guesses."

Chariz gave Cao Kun a complicated look, sat up straight, and handed the bag to Cao Kun: "A New Year's gift for you."

"oh?"

Cao Kun was somewhat surprised. Charité spends $2.4 million on him every year and even prepared a New Year's gift for him.

Cao Kun took it and took out an exquisitely packaged box.

The box has a very familiar crown logo on it.

Upon opening it, sure enough, it was a Rolex mechanical watch.

Cao Kun didn't know much about watches; he only knew it was a Rolex, but didn't know the model. However, he figured it probably wouldn't be cheap.

"Do you like it?" Chariz asked with a smile.

Cao Kun: "Very good, thank you."

"Let me put it on for you."

Charlize walked around, took the watch off Cao Kun's wrist, and put the new watch on him.

“Perfect match, you two are a good match.” Chariz said with a smile, holding up Cao Kun’s hand in front of him.

Cao Kun also took a look and found that it was indeed quite good-looking.

He said, "I didn't prepare any gifts."

Charlize: "It's okay, I didn't tell you beforehand."

Cao Kun: "However, I can give you a gift on short notice."

“What is it?” Chariz asked.

Her tone didn't convey much expectation; after all, Cao Kun had said it was a temporary gift.

Cao Kun: "Give me your hand."

Without hesitation, Chariz extended her slender hand.

Cao Kun held it and found it to be soft and smooth to the touch, with a very pleasant feel.

Chariz's skin is actually better than Angelina's before the adjustment.

Just as Cao Kun was about to use his "Yin Yang Creation Technique" to treat Charitz as a temporary gift, Charitz suddenly leaned over and kissed Cao Kun on the lips.

As Cao Kun paused in his "Yin Yang Creation Technique," Chariz threw himself into Cao Kun's arms.

Cao Kun pushed Charitz away: "That's not the gift I was talking about."

Charlize continued kissing Cao Kun: "I want this gift."

Cao Kun pressed Chariz's head back down: "I sell my art, not my body."

Chariz was taken aback, momentarily not understanding what Cao Kun was saying.

Cao Kun didn't explain further: "I'm hungry."

Charlize said helplessly, "You really know how to ruin the mood."

After finishing the New Year's dinner, Cao Kun said, "Alright, now I'll give you the real gift."

Under Charlize Theron's resentful gaze, Cao Kun grasped one of her hands.

Soon, Chariz felt a special power enter his body.

Under this adjustment of power, she felt incredibly comfortable all over.

She felt her body becoming lighter and lighter, like a feather, about to fly into the sky.

He didn't know how much time had passed before Charlize woke up from that feeling.

She noticed that Cao Kun had withdrawn his hand, and there were traces of sweat on his forehead.

Charlize Theron looked at herself and said, "What you did to me feels so good."

Cao Kun: "That's not the most important thing. You can go look in the mirror."