I’m Almost Losing to a Muggle

　　 "In addition to the salary, each episode of the program will give you a bonus of 10,000 yuan." After Lin Dong discussed with the system, the tea master was on duty.

　　 Any extra money?

　　 I just don’t want to stay in the company and make juice, okay?

　　 No, I might not even have a chance to squeeze juice.

　　 The company's people are gone, and it's not interesting for the two receptionists to stay here.

　　 Lin Dong allowed them to take paid vacations.

　　 Go to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland, add some connotation, so as not to be full of gossip, and finally become a beautiful vase.

　　 "President Lin, I must take care of the tea and order lunch for everyone."

　　 It's impossible to go, and it's impossible to go to death.

　　 At the bar outside, it’s impossible to make 30,000 yuan after a month of tiredness, not to mention five insurances, one gold and sixteen salary.

　　 The most outrageous thing is that you don’t have to work on weekends and holidays.

　　 Working in a bar earns money on weekends and holidays.

　　 "You don't need to order box lunches, they are all eaten in the restaurant," Lin Dong will not let go of this opportunity to lose money, and the nature of their program is also convenient for everyone to eat in the restaurant.

　　 "Okay, President Lin." After all, the tea master still did not upgrade to the box lunch boy.

　　 "By the way, remember to bring the juicer."

　　 When Wang Shuo was about to leave his office, Lin Dong added.

　　 Wang Shuo staggered under his feet and hurried away.

　　 The recruitment of Crest Culture Media was held as scheduled.

　　 It’s just that the location of the interview is a bit daunting.

　　 is actually a small well-known private kitchen restaurant.

　　 The 30-odd people who participated in the interview on the first day were arranged like guests to sit at the dining tables.

　　 "You can order food, eat for free, and call the number to enter the private room." A five-and-three-thirty, majestic man left a sentence with an urn, and stood at the door of the private room like an iron tower.

　　 "No. 27, go in!"

　　 is called randomly, obviously not starting from 1.

　　 No. 27 is a young girl who seems to be young, almost crying with this voice.

　　 walked in timidly.

　　 There should have been a big round table in the private room, but it has now been removed.

　　 was changed to a small table with a long table.

　　 Five people sat at the long table.

　　 A fat uncle who looks forty or fifty years old, a wretched thin boy, two pretty girls, and a handsome ratio.

　　 "How many teachers are you."

　　 "Ahem, there is a menu on your table, order a dish first." The fat uncle began to speak.

　　 Order?

　　 didn't you come for an interview?

　　 The girl who once played a small supporting role in a costume drama, feels that she still can't keep up with the rhythm of the capital entertainment circle.

　　 ordered a stir-fried broccoli.

　　 Plain.

　　While waiting for the food, the fat uncle and the wretched man asked a few questions respectively.

Where is 　　's family from?

　　What school?

　　What kind of food do you like to eat?

　　 What are the taboos?

　　The dishes came very quickly, and they were placed directly on the table in front of the girl.

　　 "Let's eat."

　　 The girl hesitated, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

　　 After eating a small plate of dishes, the interview is over. The five interviewers each wrote a sentence as their own judgment.

　　 finally gathered in the hands of the personnel manager.

　　 "That, wait a minute." Chen Xiaoman called to the girl who got up and left.

　　 "The red envelope on the table over there, take one and go."

　　 There are red envelopes?

　　 There are even red envelopes for the interview.

　　 opened it curiously after going out, and it turned out to be ten hundred-yuan bills.

　　 What a generous crew.

　　 "No. 14, go in!"

　　 The candidate on the 14th ordered a plate of "honey-scented osmanthus bone".

　　 Sisters are enjoying themselves.

　　 The five interviewers each score.

　　 Lin Dong gave a good high score, but unfortunately he still failed to get the total score.

　　 This girl's food is too ugly.

　　 is not good-looking, it is far from the resume photo, and the food is so vulgar, it will make the audience appetite to be on the show.

　　 The total score and comments of five people come out.

　　 Chen Xiaoman still let the girl get a red envelope and get out.

　　 So red envelopes are not a good thing.

　　 means you are out of play, buy a ticket and go home.

　　 On this day, more than 30 interviewees ate more than 30 dishes, and only two did not receive red envelopes.

　　 A student from Nortel, named Yang Lan.

　　 The food appearance and appetite are good, and the personality is considered open and generous.

　　 The most important thing is that people have a certain popularity. After all, the child star made his debut, but afterwards, he changed the character after patting.

　　 From that time to now, she has never gotten a decent role.

　　 Long and disabled.

　　 It's gone.

　　 Even her mother, who is like a mother and a child in the play, said that if you look like this, you should stop acting.

　　 Now she is sitting in front of Lin Dong and others.

　　 Lin Dong has no objection to choose her.

　　 Others also gave good high scores.

　　 It's just that the little girl still hasn't determined her own path, she still wants to prove herself by acting.

　　 From the bottom of her heart, she didn't really expect to be hired.

　　 Everyone can see this.

　　 "We respect your choice, even if you do not participate in this show, if you want to continue acting, you can also sign in to our company." Zhang Sanpang said on his own initiative.

　　 Lin Dong looked up at this girl.

　　 does not comment on this.

it does not matter.

　　 Anyway, this woman has passed away and is disabled.

　　 even her "mother" said so.

　　 "Really?" Yang Lan was very excited.

　　 This is a complete surprise.

　　 She came for an interview, mainly because she was unwilling to stay in obscurity.

　　 People live a lifetime, isn't it about walking up high to make yourself a little more comfortable? Since she was a child, she has a better chance of getting ahead on this road.

　　 Once upon the hills, you can see the small mountains.

　　 After it's red, I want to be red again.

　　 She doesn't want to participate in the show that much. She knows the physique of becoming fat as soon as she eats~www.readwn.com~Mr. Lin? "Chen Xiaoman looked at Lin Dong.

　　 Lin Dong nodded in agreement.

　　 "This is my business card, you can look back for me." Chen Xiaoman took out one of his business cards.

　　Crest Culture Media everyone has their own business card.

　　 Even the bartender Wang Shuo has it.

　　 Yang Lan stepped forward and took it with both hands, bowed and thanked everyone, and left happily.

　　 "How do I sign the artist contract?" Chen Xiaoman asked.

Shi Shanshan groaned for a moment, and answered the confused Lin Dong, and said: "For newcomers, it is usually five to ten years to sign, the first three years are usually June 4th, the company is 6th, the artist is 4th, and the next three years are 4-6. If the artist develops well, the follow-up may be adjusted to 37 or even 28."

　　 "What if it's not a newcomer?" Lin Dong asked.

　　 "If you are not a newcomer, it is usually 37. If you are optimistic about the development prospects, then 28 is OK. If you are a real big guy, you can just let him set up a studio."

　　 "Sister Shanshan, you know so much!" Chen Xiaoman praised each word.

　　 In fact, she is reminding her cousin, don't (bie four beeps), you are almost showing off.

　　 You are a junior college student with little work experience. If you perform too well, you will hit yourself in the foot.

　　 However, Lin Dong obviously did not notice this.

　　 "This Yang Lan school girl doesn't seem to be a newcomer, so let's set her a score of 28."

　　 "Uh, she now..."

　　 "I'm optimistic about her future. Didn't you just say that if you are optimistic about the future, you can be 20-8?"

　　 "Okay, President Lin." Shi Shanshan touched her smooth forehead, as if she had received a signal from her cousin.

not talking anymore.

　　 It wasn't her who paid the salary anyway.