What would a normal Mahayana casual cultivator do before crossing the catastrophe

Qinan simply hated that iron could not be made into steel.

No, what's going on with you group of agents in the entertainment industry who are greedy for Hongjian Junjun's face? He took the initiative to go to the door of your company, and you can still be preempted by a sprint team coach?

Fortunately, a few minutes after Qinan got entangled with the coach of the sprint team, another gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses came over.He looked at the coach, bent slightly to Qinan, and handed out a business card: "Hi sir, I wonder if you are interested in becoming a star?"

Jinan breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally normal.

He took a look at the business card with gold-rimmed glasses, and found that the name on it belonged to a very old gold broker in the entertainment circle.

Qinan was a little hesitant, because according to his original thinking, the one who would be tempted to sign him should be an agent with ordinary qualifications, or even relatively deviant, and that was exactly what he wanted.

——An agent with poor ability should not have very good public relations ability, so it is more convenient for him to act as a demon queen to personally guide public opinion.

But the managers who were still hesitating in the distance stopped talking after seeing the gold-rimmed glasses looking for him, and seemed to have given up their plans to win him over.

After all, in their view, if they can't even win a big man like a gold medal agent, then they have no chance.

Qinan couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

It seems that he underestimated the charm of Jianjun Yuhong.

It actually made him, a counterfeit who didn't imitate the essence, so sought-after.

After he sighed in his heart, he asked without any flaws on the surface: "Do you want to sign me?"

The gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "Yes, I believe you will be popular."

Qinan pretended to be silent for a while, then asked him expectantly in a low voice: "Can you make a lot of money?"

The gold-rimmed glasses raised his eyebrows slightly and nodded: "Of course."

Qinan then simply said: "Then I will sign!"

The gold-rimmed glasses smiled: "Okay, I'll find someone to help you draw up the contract, you and me."

The coach of the sprint team who watched the two quickly reach a consensus: "..."

Qinan achieved his goal and was in a good mood.Before he left, he waved his hands with a smile to the sprint coach who was staring at him, and then he entered the building of the entertainment company, staring at a group of people who were looking at him frequently.

"To be honest, did you sit there and fish on purpose?" Gold-rimmed glasses led the way, talking to Qinan while leading the way.

Qinan didn't deny it either: "Indeed."

He did this blatantly. In order to avoid accidents, he didn't even seriously evade his appearance. It was almost inevitable that he would be seen by others.

Qinan was also a mortal, and he would not treat mortals as fools.

His frankness made the gold-rimmed glasses look at him more, and without saying anything, he was brought to the personnel department and handed him a standard contract.

This contract is not strictly controlled, it only stipulates routine matters such as not to gossip with others at will, and to obey the company's arrangements, and the duration is about five years.Qinan looked at it casually, and signed it directly.

He doesn't care whether there are deceptive clauses in this contract.

Unlike the source spirit contract he had signed, this small world contract has no binding force on a Mahayana casual practitioner.

The only Hongyu Merchant Guild that he can worry about... He doesn't think they will do anything to him because he didn't fulfill the star contract of Small World.

Seeing that he had signed the gold-rimmed glasses, his attitude suddenly became a little bit better.He smiled and said: "Since you have become Dongchen's artist, let's talk. Do you have any talents?"

Does alchemy count as a talent?

Qinan and the gold-rimmed glasses looked at each other for a moment, then said slowly, "I run fast."

Gold-rimmed glasses: "... gone?"

Qinan thought for a while: "I can cook."

Gold-rimmed glasses: "..." Is the author really useless except for his face? ? ?

In fact, it's not that Qinan knows nothing, on the contrary, he knows a lot.The problem is that his current status is a social scum who shouldn't know anything. It would be unreasonable for him to report a lot of skills if he opened his mouth.

What's more, Qinan was quite happy to see his manager ignore him.

The gold-rimmed glasses were not very disappointing, anyway, he signed this person because of his face.With this face, even if he was always a vase, he would still be the most beautiful and expensive vase.

"Wan Qi Duan, right?" The gold-rimmed glasses looked at the signature on the paper contract, "Your handwriting is pretty good."

He scanned the contract into an electronic version with an optical brain, and then asked for Qinan's ID card to enter it into the company system.While going through these procedures, he said to Qinan: "I will arrange some fitness trainers and beauticians for you. I see that your ID card says that you are 22 years old. You are a bit old, and you must start to take good care of yourself."

Qinan smiled and said nothing.

The gold-rimmed glasses saw his smile inadvertently, and he was stunned for a while, and then he gradually came back to his senses after a long while, turned his head away as if to cover up and said in a low voice: "The face of an artist is life, you have an advantage in this aspect, don't ignore it. I think your temperament...should be more suitable for the character design of a well-behaved big boy next door who looks cold on the outside and is straightforward and soft on the inside. I will find you a mentor, and you should pay attention after you debut, don't collapse the character design."

Jinan: "..."

Qinan couldn't help laughing.

What the hell is this well-behaved boy next door who looks cold on the outside and is straightforward and soft on the inside? ? ?

That's all for Gao Leng, after all, Jianjun Yi Hong does look like this, but Ruan Meng?Clever?big boy?

These words have nothing to do with him, a Mahayana monk who has been making trouble in the source world for hundreds of years!

He stared at the manager who was still talking about some things to pay attention to, and was silent for a long time, before comforting himself: Forget it, this kind of thing is nothing to worry about.

Anyway, wait for him to collapse a few more times, the manager will understand.

However, after thinking about it, Qinan suddenly felt guilty.

He is now making troubles with the face and name of Mr. Yuhong Jianjun. When Yuhong comes back, he doesn't know if he will be angry.

I heard that Yuhong doesn't like to let others talk about his face...

Qinan stroked his chin, then brushed his hair again,

Forget it, I don't want to.

If that guy is really angry, at worst he can just lie down and let the young master beat him up.Based on their relationship, it shouldn't be fatal, right?

Qinan was distracted when he suddenly heard his manager say, "Go to the dance training class in the afternoon to stretch your ligaments, and tomorrow morning I will arrange you for a crash course in acting..."

"and many more!"

The agent looked at him suspiciously.

Qinan didn't hesitate to slander: "I'm too flexible, I'm tone-deaf, I can act like myself in everyone, and I don't like to study. I'm hopeless, I just want to be a vase, please arrange for me to debut immediately."

The agent looked at him with indescribable eyes: "...Are you serious?"

Seeing Qinan nodding decisively, the manager didn't know how to complain about him.I have seen people who are not motivated, and I have never seen someone who is so unmotivated. It really is that the worldview is about to be refreshed.

In the end, the manager compromised: "Then you go back and start a live broadcast, show your face and chat with the audience, sing and sing, I will arrange a recommendation for you, you first stir up the heat."

Qinan emphasized: "I am tone deaf."

Manager: "...Understood, I will pick you a salivary song that only needs to be shouted."

So that night, Qinan stayed in his artist's apartment and got a set of live broadcast equipment provided by the company for free.

He sat on the bed and looked at the song given to him by his manager. He lamented for a long time the boldness and unrestraint of human beings in a small world for the very explicit lyrics of love and love.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Qinan started the live broadcast as instructed by his manager.

【Ahhhhhhhhh, little brother is so handsome! 】

【Attracted by the promotional photos! 】

【Promotional Photo 1】

[I can lick this face for a year! ! ! 】

【My little brother’s name sounds really nice~】

……

A bunch of bullet screens flashed on the optical brain projection, Qinan slightly raised his eyebrows, and greeted the camera with a smile: "Hello everyone, I am Wan Qiduan, a newly signed artist of Dongchen Entertainment."

The barrage is full of ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The manager who was also watching in the live broadcast room nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, hold on, as long as you can seduce the audience with your prosperous beauty, you will be stable in this wave.

In the next second, Qinan pulled out a box from under the table, put it on the table with a bang, and continued with his charming smile and said, "The content of today's live broadcast is to eat ten catties of spicy strips."

broker:? ? ! ! !