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Chapter 747 23. Two groups of people who live differently

Paul came early today, 10 minutes before work.

There were only a few colleagues scattered in the office area of ​​Nuoda, even so, he was reprimanded by the executive.

There was obvious doubt on Paul's face: "I want to know why."

"what why?"

"why me?"

Musu leaned back, took off his sunglasses, and revealed his black eyes: "You helped me when I was in trouble, but I've always been narrow-minded... I will repay you with gratitude."

Are you trying to say narrow-minded...

Paul complained in his heart, and pondered: "Is this a charity?"

"Calculate."

Musu's decisiveness stunned Paul, and he began to laugh.

After a few seconds, he stopped smiling, sat up slightly and asked, "I want to hear about the reward first."

"Are you so careful?" Mu Su frowned, and folded his slender legs.

Paul shrugged: "My job is hard-won, and I don't want to lose it easily. Although it's just a bank clerk."

"Is this why you bear the humiliation?"

"Yes." Paul replied.

Mu Su nodded and raised a finger: "Responsible for everything the agent should do, and the salary is 5% of my total income."

Then don't put up a finger.

Paul complained in his heart, but did not immediately answer: "That's all?"

"I think tasks and rewards are included."

Paul thought about it and found that it was true.He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when the frosted glass door of the office opened, and a fat face poked out, saying word by word: "Please don't chat with irrelevant strangers during working hours."

Office workers look this way.

Mu Su withdrew his gaze, straightened his arms to expose his wrists, and glanced at the wrist... drawn on his wrists: "I'll give you 3 minutes to finish it."

Paul nodded, pushed away the chair and stood up, walking towards the glass door with the wind blowing under his feet.

"Hey calm down..." A passing colleague reminded in a low voice.

Paul opened the door without saying a word and entered the office.

"Who let you in—"

The glass door closed, and the sound inside disappeared.

Mu Su lazily retracted into the chair, and looked up at the layout of the office area leisurely.

Not long after, the sound of fierce quarrels muffled through the frosted curtain wall.

Two minutes later, Paul rushed out of the door, and walked in front of Musu with all eyes on him.

pat-

He threw the work card on his chest back on the table.

"I thought you would beat him up." Musu tilted his head and looked sideways at Paul.

"My deposit is not enough to pay the bail. If you treat me, it's another matter."

"Don't even think about it." Mu Su sat up with his hands on the armrest, picked up his sunglasses and put them on. "Take your stuff and go."

Paul nodded, cleaned up casually, and left with Mu Su in the astonishment of all his colleagues.

Half an hour later, Room 601 of the Hollywood Boulevard Hotel.

"How much do you know about what the agent needs to do?" Musu, who could lie down and not stand or sit, leaned on the bed and looked at Paul.

"The clients I have contacted include several celebrities and agents." Paul replied neither humble nor humble.

Mu Su raised five fingers: "I just have one request, get me a benefactor today, I have no money. Oh, and bring back a notebook."

That's why only two ask you to raise five fingers.

Continuing to complain in his heart, Paul said: "The matter of the broker's contract..."

"Fix it yourself, and sign for me when the time comes." Mu Su lowered his head and teased the gray cat without raising his head.

After the bath, the gray cat looks... a lot darker.

Paul agreed, turned and left.Walking to the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said, "The person who bought the computer——"

"I have no money."

The voice was interrupted by Mu Su.

Paul paused, opened the door and left the room.

He moved quickly, and came back an hour later with the computer and the contract. Musu signed the contract without looking at it, and got busy for his new boss.

On the other side, Mu Su unfolded the computer.

The whole body of the notebook is bright silver, and the logo on the back is an apple with a bite out of it. It is actually a brand new Apple computer. It can be seen that Paul does not say anything, but he really cares about this job.

Mu Su is quite satisfied, but this operating platform is a bit anti-human...

Log in to Rotten Tomatoes, first browse through the lines one by one, and then open Google to search for the keywords "Musu" + "The Grudge".

In this way, you can find out the content about yourself in detail, which is what he always does in reality, such as "Mu Su" + "Musu Su Biography".

When the search content appeared, Mu Su leaned his head against the wall, squeezed out his double chin, and smiled silly as he watched the comments that praised him.

It was already the second day after the film was released, and after a period of fermentation, discussions arose.Most of them discuss the plot, but only a small part mentions Musu, the leading actor who runs through the whole film and has more scenes than Kayako.

These people were either praising Musu's acting skills, or asking who Musu was, for example, asking, "Are you Chinese like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee? Do you know kung fu?"

Some commenters answered that Japanese movies are naturally Japanese, and then another group commented that the name Musu is a Chinese name, and there was a lot of quarrel.

Time flowed while Musu browsed quietly. At noon, the hotel sent a free rich lunch, and Paul came back after eating.

He reported his work with sweat on his cheeks: "Many merchants are very interested in your endorsement of their products, but the endorsement fee is only a maximum of one hundred thousand dollars a year, and most of them are some unknown small brands. I don't recommend—"

"I take it."

Paul's voice stopped abruptly: "Are you going to accept all these endorsements...?"

Mu Su, who couldn’t masturbate and had to masturbate the cat, nodded: “Yes. It doesn’t matter if the conflict is not in the local area, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t give cash. Remember, whoever gives more money, we promise to use the money to buy water. The army promotes my fame, and also, call me some chickens."

"Fried chicken or turkey?" Paul subconsciously asked.

"Chicken on the street."

"It's not good for your reputation—"

"A bad reputation is also a reputation, right?" Mu Su interrupted him bluntly again, he was in desperate need of fame. "Who is the current president?"

"George Walker Bush."

"Forget it, this guy is very good at hiding shoes, and I don't have much chance."

"...?"

……

Martin rubbed his chin in thought.

Wen Xiang, who was one size smaller next to her, touched her chin and thought.

"Sell it, it won't be needed anyway." Rabbit said weakly.

They underestimated how boring they were, and in less than a day, the snacks and drinks they sold for the furniture were exhausted.

The few people who are so poor that only this apartment is left pay attention to the DVD player and air conditioner, anyway, this season will not be used for the time being...

……

Paul brought good news with a happy face.

"The Conan show on TBS sent you an invitation. This is a well-known program in the United States. They want to interview you. Columbia Pictures recommends that you agree, and it will have a good publicity effect."

"When?"

"In three days, Friday night."

(End of this chapter)