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Chapter 117 No need

The two went home and took the things they should bring, their mobile phones, wallets, etc., but they must not forget them. The audition time is set at 10 o'clock in the morning, but they cannot enter the classroom at the last time like in class. They have to go over and pack up in advance, otherwise the children's shoes who come to the audition should not be considered as a leather bag company?

When starting a company, packaging is very important.

When I arrived at the studio, the little assistant arrived early, wearing a paper boat hat made of newspapers on his head, and his face was dirty.

"Da Qin, Sister Tang, are you here?" The tables, chairs and benches have been purchased, and they are all purchased from the second-hand market. They look good on the outside, and they are all new, and they look at least 90% new.

The company is just starting out and has limited funds. I will make some money for the time being. After making a lot of money, it will not be too late to buy a new table after buying a big house.

"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Song was embarrassed to see it, patted Chen Xiujie on the shoulder, and said sincerely, "Working through this cold winter, everyone's efforts next year, and everyone's contribution will definitely be reflected in their salary."

"Really?" Chen Xiujie was surprised. She worked harder when she started working, and she wanted to drag the ground like a mirror.

"Of course, the boss can still lie to you." Qin Song continued to sell his feelings, pumping chicken blood, and transforming into a master of painting cakes. "What I can get by then, will all employees get?"

"Thank you, boss." Chen Xiujie was still too young and didn't understand the dangers of society. She didn't realize that the big cakes drawn by the boss were poisonous. She picked them up and ate them in her mouth, eating them with relish. She was grateful to the boss who painted the big cakes. She almost wanted to apply to live in the studio at night.

Work hard, work hard, work hard!

Come on, come on, come on!

Work hard and gain are your own, and have nothing to do with others. You must maintain one hundred and twenty-tenths of effort to live up to the boss’ expectations.

Good wood does not grow in good times. The stronger the wind, the stronger the trees.

"Come on!" In order to show that he and the employees shared the joys and sorrows, Qin Song picked up the rag and began to wipe the table. He was not idle on his mouth and did not forget to continue to inject blood. "As long as you fully believe in yourself, there is no difficulty that lasts long enough."

"If you can't stand the loneliness, you won't see the prosperity."

"The strugglers sailed the boat of career to the other side of their ideals in the river where sweat gathered."

"Master Qin, what you said is so philosophical." Chen Xiujie held his heart with both hands, his eyes lit up, and he stared at Qin Song without blinking, and admired him endlessly.

"Dongdongdongdongdong~" Someone knocked on the door outside the office building, "Is this an aromatherapy tree studio?"

The knocker looked at the address on his phone, "No. xxx, xxx, is right, it should be this, why is there no one?"

"Yes, this is the Aromatherapy Tree Studio. I'll open the door for you later." The studio has almost finished tidying up and looks brand new. Several people put down their cleaning tools and went to the bathroom to wash their faces. The studio is now open and will be welcomed to audition for the first batch of actors.

Tang Siyao went to open the door, and there were a large group of men and women standing at the door. They obviously made an appointment to audition. When they saw that it was Tang Siyao who opened the door, they immediately surrounded her, "Siyao, it's been a long time since I saw you, and you have become beautiful again."

"Siyao, now she has become a big star and hasn't forgotten us old friends yet."

"Thank you for Siyao's way."

"Which big director was auditioning for what works to shoot?"

"Siyao..."

The person who came to know Tang Siyao should be her old friend, old classmate, etc. Tang Siyao greeted her one by one. As for who is the big director and what works she filmed, she was embarrassed to say that she should let the dog explain this mess by herself. Anyway, he is thick-skinned.

Qin Song was hiding in secret to observe everyone's appearance, personality, and conversation, and secretly observing.jpg, there was a feeling of classmates chatting enthusiastically in the classroom, while the head teacher was secretly looking at the door.

The studio was started, and he would make movies and TV series in the future, and he needed a lot of actors. The audition session started from the first time he met.

Tang Siyao led everyone into the studio and introduced Qin Song to everyone, "Here, this is the boss of the Aromatherapy Tree Studio." After saying that, he hugged his chest and stepped aside, not talking.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qin Song, I'm very happy to meet everyone." Qin Song was not nervous, greeted everyone and shook hands one by one.

"Hiss, I look so young."

"A little handsome."

“It’s the type I like.”

It can be seen that Tang Siyao has a high status in the hearts of this group of people. Even though Qin Song is not very old, everyone has no intention of underestimating him and is polite.

Judging from their clothes, they are either rich or noble. It seems that not all rich second generations are as they are written in the novel and have no brains.

I think it is true that the rich second generation received the best education and the best resources since childhood. Most of them have high quality, at least they have done a good job in surface engineering, and there are very few playboys.

A boy with a buzz cut, sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and extremely standard-looking three-court five-eye look shook Qin Song's hand and introduced himself, "Hello, Boss Qin, my name is Ji Gaoyang."

"Hello." Qin Song nodded in response.

"Are you Qin Dada? I've read the "Murder of the Orient Express" you wrote. Polo is so cool." Another boy with long slanted bangs and dressed up with a little slaughter said excitedly, "My name is Wei Jingye."

"It's me." Qin Song admitted, "Wei Jingye, I'm very happy to know you."

Next, the others also introduced themselves.

"Da Qin, my name is Zhang Lin. I just graduated this year and a graduate of the acting major of Film University..."

"My name is Yao Bisong, and I am also a graduate of Film University. I have taken several supporting roles..."

"My name is Lin Mengmei..."

"My name is..."

After everyone introduced, Qin Song would shake hands with them and then carefully write down their names to show respect.

A few minutes later, everyone finished introducing it. Qin Song clapped his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet. He heard that the studio, which was originally noisy, suddenly became quiet. Everyone realized that what Qin Song was going to say next was definitely about Yangshi's big production, which was exactly what they came here for.

A pair of eyes looked over with a little expectation.

Qin Song coughed twice, "I really want to give you an audition to broadcast on Yangsi, but the director is not a famous director, I am myself."

"What?"

"No."

"What kind of plane?"

"What an international joke."

As soon as the words were finished, a group of people were in an uproar and thought they were joking.

Qin Song's expression remained unchanged and said seriously, without any jokes. "I shot a public service advertisement, so the reward may not be much."

"Da Qin, are you serious? You're not kidding." Wei Jingye, who just claimed to be a fan of Qin Song's book, couldn't help but ask, yes, I admit that the book you wrote is very good, but you want to shoot an advertisement? He also said that it would be broadcast on Yangsi, which is to be tyrannical and immoral.

"Seriously, no joke." Qin Song said, "If you are willing, you can stay and audition later. If you don't like public service advertisements, you can leave. If you see each other again in the future, you will still be a friend."

"Tsk, it's really a waste of time. I thought some famous director wanted to recruit actors when filming big productions." After hearing Qin Song's words, Wei Jingye's face suddenly became dark. "Director Zhang recruits actors at Sumen Bridge, and he wants big and small roles, including men and three women, supporting role background board, and if there are lines, I won't accompany him, so I'll go there first."

After Wei Jingye finished speaking, he turned around and left. He did not dare to offend Tang Siyao. After all, he was a popular idol and he would not look down in the future. However, there was no need to give face to Qin Song, a person who wrote books and did not participate in the entertainment industry.

When you give you a face, you are Qin Dada. When you don’t throw it away, who do you love!

Tang Siyao hurried over and wanted to pull Wei Jingye back. Qin Song shook her head and signaled that she didn't need to pull, and there was no need to waste her feelings.

The remaining group of people looked at each other, and then a few people laughed and said suddenly that something happened, so they left first, and then turned around and left.

Advertising is advertising. Although it is broadcast on Yangsi, its essence is advertising. How can they like it if they are determined to become big stars?

If it is a famous director and big production, they will have to compete for money. However, in terms of advertising, they will shoot an unknown outsider. If you want money, you have no money and no name. What are you trying to do? There is no need to waste time.
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