I, Corgi, Super Fierce [Entertainment]

After almost a week, Hu Wei was somewhat embarrassed to see He Chen in human form like this.

You can't say "so little", Hu Weiguang can feel the blood rushing up when he stands like this, his face is as hot as if he drank alcohol.

"Hello," He Chen coughed silently and stretched out his hand, "I am the interviewer for the fourth round of interviews."

It's amazing that Xinghe would let such a high-ranking artist be the interviewer.

Hu Wei resisted the urge to directly ask "what did we do that night", walked over to hold He Chen's hand, and said "Hello" embarrassingly.

That kind of personal matter should not be mentioned casually during the interview process.

And He Chen didn't seem to have any intention of mentioning that, he turned around and took a palm-sized cardboard box from the glass coffee table.

"The content of the fourth round of interviews is role-playing." He Chen handed him the cardboard box, "The questions are randomly selected, and the ones drawn will be played."

Hu Wei stretched out his hand, the opening of the cardboard box was not wide enough for Hu Wei to reach in, but it might be difficult if He Chen was changed.

People who are a little fatter... how did you interview in the past?

Hu Wei casually touched a piece of paper, unfolded it and found that it was a miniature script.

It is also a small scene, but it is not quite the same as the passer-by dramas received in the film and television city in the past.

The miniature script only briefly explained the background: "A company employee who just lost his job, watched TV at home and found out that he had won a lottery."

In addition, there is a more simple and crude introduction to this company employee: "36 years old, male, his wife is a low-paid worker, and his daughter is in elementary school."

"Have you finished watching?" He Chen asked him, "After you finish watching, you can go to the booth to choose costumes and props. From now on, you will perform the performance written in the script within 15 minutes."

"Need to change clothes?" Hu Wei had just finished asking when he saw He Chen pressing a box-shaped timer.

The red countdown number made the box look like a ticking time bomb. Hu Wei hurriedly pushed the door into the compartment and closed the door behind him.

Then he was dumbfounded because the compartment was full of clothes.

There are several rows of piles, densely packed, and there are all kinds of clothes in any color, style, and occasion.

In any case, there were thousands of pieces, and Hu Wei's mind suddenly became chaotic.

This interview specially added the option of serving the Tao, which must have its purpose of investigation, just like the series of stupid tasks released by the Chengjing system——

Hu Wei's eyes quickly flicked across the rows of clothes, in short, let's start with the clothes.

The protagonist is a company employee, so it must be a traditional shirt, trousers, leather shoes and tie, and the problem is "just unemployed".

That should be ordinary home clothes? …Hu Wei reached out and flicked through a pile of clothes that ordinary middle-aged men would wear, and suddenly felt that he had just lost his job, and he probably didn't even bother to change his clothes.

Hu Wei flipped through a pile of clothes, got half of his body inside, and managed to pull out a crumpled gray pajamas.

It's the kind that middle-aged men hold one piece of each.

He Chen waited for Hu Wei to enter before he glanced at the title on the note.

He really knows how to smoke, but he actually wants a man in his early twenties to play the role of a middle-aged uncle.

Moreover, Hu Wei himself is the kind of person who has a strong sense of youth in appearance, so it may be embarrassing to perform later.

Although he had already been assigned internally, He Chen frowned and threw the note into the cardboard box, still thinking about the way Hu Wei saw him just now.

His face was red to the tips of his ears, and there was an undisguised panic in his eyes.

Very fresh and cute, only He Chen looks like a real old pervert...

He Chen was still in a daze, and when he saw that there were 9 minutes left in the countdown, Hu Wei pushed the door and came out.

He Chen was dazed at the first sight, because Hu Wei combed his hair up, and he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with home slippers on his feet.

The tie is loosely tied on the collar, the collar is not turned up properly, it is wrinkled, and there is a can of...juice in his hand.

"I can't drink wine..." Hu Wei paused, "You just pretend that what I got is wine, okay?"

He Chen just waved his hand, and Hu Wei didn't know whether it was "it doesn't matter" or "no".

Hu Wei was quite apprehensive when he finally chose to change into this outfit, but just looking at He Chen's face, he couldn't tell how he chose.

"Let's start when you're ready." He Chen looked at him for a while and said.

Hu Wei nodded, looked at the countdown, walked to the sofa and sat down, then glanced at He Chen quietly.

He Chen pulled a chair casually and sat in front of the TV for some reason.

Because the questions are randomly selected, it is naturally impossible to broadcast the winning news to you in a cooperative manner, and it is even impossible to turn on the TV.

Originally, this would easily lead to embarrassing performances, but now it is still embarrassing to watch such a big He Chen.

Hu Wei tried his best to gather himself, turned his head and coughed a few times, pulled his tie and threw it aside.

He Chen stared at him without looking away, Hu Wei just pulled away the juice, and stared at him as soon as he looked up.

Hu Wei: "..."

If this doesn't work, if he doesn't pass the interview, he will lose face in front of him.

Hu Wei took a big mouthful of juice first, the liquid dripped down his chin, and Hu Wei wiped it with the back of his hand irritably.

He Chen, it's TV.

The TV... TV is beautiful.

It doesn't matter, this is a 65-inch ultra-thin LCD bought for thousands of dollars...

Hu Wei put himself in the mood when he was just fired by the manager of the coffee shop, and put his legs on the coffee table, holding the jar in one hand, and switching channels with the remote control in the other.

Then, he stopped at the so-called "lottery channel", and took out the white paper with the number written on it from his trouser pocket.

On TV, Hu Wei was shaking the ball in a deceptive manner, and Hu Wei watched with a dejected face, and occasionally took a sip of his drink, looking as if he was about to fall asleep at any time.

When the first number rolled out, Hu Wei lazily glanced at the paper, his eyes suddenly lit up, but he didn't pay much attention.

Then came the second and third. Hu Wei changed his sitting position, put his legs down, and let his elbows rest on his knees.

This action is a bit like a man watching the ball to the critical point. Hu Wei already had a smile on his mouth, but he didn't fully laugh.

As the last few balls rolled out, Hu Wei held the paper tightly and stared at the screen as if holding his breath.

He Chen never changed his posture during this process. He wanted not to spoil Hu Wei's performance as much as possible, but later found that his own existence did not affect Hu Wei's performance at all.

Ordinary people may think that acting is easy, and occasionally simulate it at home by themselves, thinking that they can laugh when they want to laugh and cry when they want to cry, but it is not the case.

Acting facing the camera, facing the crowd watching, and facing the special effects that will be added later, the actors must be able to enter the play in time and quickly no matter what they are facing.

He Chen suddenly wanted to withdraw his initial comment that Hu Wei couldn't play the uncle.

The person in front of him held the paper in his hand, repeatedly compared the winning numbers in disbelief, and stood up in a daze like a plaster statue.

He tugged at the folds of his white shirt and suddenly laughed out loud, but tears followed.

He Chen sat motionless, and could hear the sound of his heart beating hard, like a feeling of panic.

He didn't expect Hu Wei to be able to act to such an extent, and to spontaneously make an inconspicuous character come alive.

After a while, He Chen called "stop".

Hu Wei still can't control his emotions well, and he still falls into the role he played just now, looking a little dazed.

Seeing that there was still water in his eyes, He Chen turned around and took out a piece of paper for him: "I just want to ask a question."

Hu Wei wiped his eyes clean and finally calmed down a little.

To be honest, he didn't expect that he could cry, and he felt that the tears came out naturally.

"The protagonist is clearly out of work, why did he choose a formal suit to wear?" He Chen asked.

"I know it's wrong to do this, I interpreted the script without authorization." When Hu Wei said this, he was quite flustered, fearing that He Chen would judge him to fail the interview on the spot.

He Chen looked...not like someone who would think about one-night stands.

When Hu Wei thought of this, he didn't dare to look directly at He Chen anymore.

"What interpretation?" He Chen looked at him.

"The protagonist was fired, but he didn't have the heart to tell his wife and children." Hu Wei said slowly, "So he pretended to go to work every day as usual, and then went home with nothing to do."

He Chen didn't speak.

"I'm sorry, I added the plot without authorization." Hu Wei felt that something was wrong, and quickly apologized, "I just think that no matter how small the character is in the play, he has a complete life as an individual."

He Chen looked at him for a while, still didn't speak, and finally just said lightly: "Go back and wait for the interview result."

Hu Wei was prepared to "fail the interview", but he suddenly received a call from Xinghe and asked him to confirm the signing.

When he arrived at the company that day, he didn't see He Chen again, and Hu Wei didn't feel real when he signed the contract. After listening to the person in charge of the performing arts department explain the clauses clearly, he went through them one by one.

The more amazing thing is that although the contract is also a five-year contract, there is an additional clause that "Party B has the right to terminate the contract with Party A by spending 60.00% of the current income (the income comes from performing arts activities)".

Hu Wei read this sentence several times, and understood the meaning of "although the deed of sale lasts for five years, he can completely redeem himself with money".

He doesn't know whether this is scientific or not, and he hasn't read the contracts signed by other companies. In short, after careful estimation, this should be beneficial to him.

Assuming he receives no profit from his activities, that's zero times 60.00%, and he doesn't have to pay a penny.

In other words, before he makes a profit, or when he makes a small profit, he will not have too much financial pressure to terminate the contract with Xinghe at any time.

After Hu Wei confirmed it, he signed his name on the contract, and he had the real feeling of signing the contract when the system sounded.

[Ding dong!congratulations!You can complete the road to becoming a master·Task 2-2: Obtain a long-term and stable job. 】

[This task is your eighth task, and the time for you to maintain human form is now extended to: 12 hours. 】

[Because you have got a job now, the frequency of your transformation has increased, and the Chengjing system reminds you: act carefully and be careful not to fall off the horse. 】

The system was still babbling and admonishing him with mechanical voices, while his manager outside was also talking about precautions at the same time.

Strictly keep the company's secrets, avoid dating as much as possible during the signing period, and report to the agent in time if there is a relationship.

The manager was a pretty young woman, between 25 and [-], obviously a newcomer named Yuan Guo.

Hu Wei hesitated for a long time, not knowing what reason to tell Yuan Guo that he could only work twelve hours a day.

"It's okay, I understand your situation." After returning to the office alone, Yuan Guo took out a certificate from his pocket and showed him, "I will try my best to assist you in the work arrangement for the remaining four months."

Hu Wei was taken aback when he saw that Yuan Guo was a member of the committee.

"After four months, I will resign and transfer away. My job is considered complete." Yuan Guo said, "The rest is up to you to work hard."

Hu Wei suddenly admired the committee, and deeply realized that the scope of the committee's business can penetrate into all walks of life.

"Let's talk about Xinghe, the company will arrange relevant skills training for you." Yuan Guo took out his folder, "But since you have some experience in acting, you can consider learning while taking on the role."

Yuan Guo took out several other documents from the folder and handed them to Hu Wei: "It's unlikely that we will get any good roles for the time being, you can take a look first."

"Thank you." Hu Wei took it and flipped through a few books.

How can this be called a "good role", thousands of times better than the ones he received in the film and television city.

Although it is also a small role, Hu Wei seriously does not dislike it, but it is difficult to choose which small role to take.

Wow, he actually has a book to pick people now, although the picks are all male and female, and they are all a bit stupid...

The only one that stands out is the character from the movie "The Lost City", and it's the male number four.

Not stupid, handsome, male number four who can hold a gun.

"This?" Hu Wei's hands trembled when he took out this one.

"Ah, that." Yuan Guo glanced at it, and took the paper back, "It doesn't count, I accidentally got it in."

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