Sword Men's Guide to Re-Employment

Because the news was released late at night, it was already the next morning when Jim Muqing heard the news.

Looking at the overwhelming publicity draft, which obviously made Shen Tai the protagonist of "Onmyoji", Ji Muqing's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

This was a mistake in her work. Ji Muqing had an ugly expression on her face and called Nan Chuan You.

So, finally having free time, Yu Nanchuan, who originally planned to sleep in and start daily tennis training, was called by a phone call.

"News on the Internet?" Nan Chuanyou swiped the forum with his mobile phone, and sure enough, there were all the discussion posts, and when he clicked on it, he saw the high-definition high-resolution pictures of the celebrities in Jimu Qing's population wearing hunting clothes.

"Hey, can this guy be compared to my grandfather...cough, three days and months?" Nan Chuanyou comforted, "Relax, the selection is decided by the director, and whether he can be selected..."

Jim Muqing heard Nan Chuanyou yawn for a long time, then finished speaking.

"It was decided by Sanriyue."

"This is too...too confident?" Jimu Qing actually wanted to say conceited.

"He's Sanriyue." Nan Chuan You didn't feel that he was too confident at all. When he said this, Nan Chuan You also became a little interested. "By the way, where is your audition address? Can I go and have a look?"

If the boss wants to come, it is naturally possible.Jim Muqing quickly agreed and gave him an address.

Nan Chuanyou was wearing the uniform of Bingsheng Middle School, got on the tram, staggered to the audition site, and then managed to blend in with a group of young men and women chasing stars.

Because the audition hadn't started yet, and there were groupies around, Yu Nanchuan stood there alone, with his hands in his pockets, and the appearance of not bringing any support items stood out.

"Hey, which family are you from?" The girl at the side glanced secretly at the black-haired and black-eyed student beside her, giggled a few times, and then a person restrained her smile and stepped forward to talk.

"I'm not a fan." Nan Chuanyou shook his head, then closed his mouth, not intending to continue talking.

However, things backfired, and Nanchuan Yu's refusal fell into the eyes of the fans, and instantly became an object that could be fought for.

What does it mean for fans to brag about their own brother/sister?

Sure enough, you still have to brag about it with outsiders.

So there is part of the reason why fan culture is annoying.

Nan Chuanyou listened expressionlessly, took over the large support posters handed over by enthusiastic fans, secretly compared with Sanriyue in his heart.

Well, this temperament is too vulgar.

This looks greasy.

This look is frivolous.

In short, they are not as good-looking as Sanriyue.

While sending back the posters in his hand one by one, Nanchuan Yu was blowing the rainbow fart of Sanriyue in his heart.

Well, it is indeed the most beautiful blade, the five swords in the world.

The judges are optimistic about you.

At this time, Nan Chuanyou's mobile phone vibrated, took out the mobile phone and looked up, and sure enough, at the half-open door of the hotel, he saw a head poking his head.

It was Jimu Qingren, the only manager of the company.

Before the other fans could react, Nan Chuanyou rushed in quickly.

With excellent dynamic vision and starting speed, after entering the door, Nanchuan Yu heard the screams of fans behind him.

"They have an underground parking lot here, you should go in there." Jimu Qingren led Nan Chuanyou into the courtyard building and pointed in a direction.

"Now most of the auditions have come, and Mr. Sanriyue has also been asked to go in and change clothes."

Speaking of this, Jim Muqing was a little apprehensive, and explained in a low voice: "Because of the need to save money, the material of the hunting clothes provided by the crew is not good. Artists from other companies bring their own clothes for the audition."

Nan Chuanyou raised his eyes, looked at Jimu Qingren curiously, and understood.As expected, only...

"That Shinta from your former company?"

"Yes." Jimu Qingren nodded.

"Don't worry!" Nan Chuanyou patted Jimu Qingren's shoulder, "I don't believe anyone can be better than my Sanriyue."

Speaking of this, Nan Chuanyou suddenly froze for a moment, then frowned, "However, will this crew give up choosing the most suitable one because of sponsorship from other companies?"

Touching the mobile phone in his pocket, Nan Chuanyou thought of the small amount of savings, and felt sorry for him.

In short, in short, even if he is hunted down by Bodo at that time, he still has to give the money he wants to give to grandpa.

Recently, spending money like running water, no longer dare to think weakly in the face of Hakata Toshiro, the chief financial manager of Honmaru, Nanchuan Yuu.

Nan Chuanyou was brought into the waiting area by Jimu Qingren. There were already many people sitting there, but the most eye-catching one was wearing a luxurious blue hunting suit and a tall black gauze hat. The imposing Shenta.

Nan Chuanyou looked curiously at the culprit who caused him to be forced to get up early, and he heard a strange sarcasm next to his ear.

"This is the newcomer you brought, it doesn't look like a big deal?"

"Why is he auditioning? Why hasn't he changed his clothes yet?"

Nan Chuan turned his head and saw a fat man piled himself on the sofa in the yard, looking at Jimu Qingren with malicious intent.

The man was Jimu Qingren's boss, and under the arrangement of a strong man, he dug up the report submitted by Jimu Qingren before he resigned all night. After this investigation, he discovered the seriousness of the problem.

The potential newcomer mentioned in the document submitted by Jimu Qingren happened to be Honmaru Entertainment, which the company headquarters has recently begun to pay attention to.

If this report is dug up by the company, then he will definitely be labeled as a negligence.short-sighted evaluation.

This is fatal to an agent, but the boss who has been transferred from his original post can only read the documents, and is not qualified to touch the documents.

Jimu Qingren's report that he threw in the corner was like a bomb that was about to explode at any moment, hanging over his head all the time.

So when he saw Jimu Qingren bring someone in, the pressure made him not calmly judge the situation, so he opened his mouth to provoke.

Then, he received the ignoring eyes of the two agreeing.

"Be quiet." Shen Tai, who was sitting by the side, had an ugly expression on his face.

In order to maintain such a dignified and majestic image, his body was tensed, and such high-intensity muscle tension made him feel very tired.

And at this time, the careless manager also brought hatred to him...

Shen Tai squinted his eyes, thinking of changing managers again.

This man has been in the industry for so many years, but he is no better than a few juniors. It seems that apart from his external image, his own personality is also very problematic.

Not knowing what the artists around him were thinking, Jimu Qingren's former boss gave Jimu Qingren a vengeful stare before leaning heavily back on the chair.

Not long after, a few young men wearing white hunting clothes of the same style walked in one after another. They were smiling and handsome.

After entering the door, the gazes of several people also saw Shenta immediately, and their eyes stayed on the other party's gorgeous and exquisite dress for a while, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Taking the whole scene into his eyes, Nanchuan Youcai felt how exaggerated some villains who wore masks all the time in the novels he had read before.

People are tired.

Even in front of the camera, so many celebrities have lost their composure, let alone where there is no camera.

Waiting and waiting, Nanchuan Yu originally thought that Sankayue would appear soon, but what he didn't expect was that the audition over there was about to start, but there was no news about Sankayue Zongjin.

"What's going on, nothing will happen." Jimu Qingren had an ugly expression on his face, and was about to stand up, but was held down by Nan Chuanyou.

"Don't worry, it's not Mikayue's fault that anyone has an accident." Except for Cerbero from the Procuratorate and the Toki Government, Nanchuan Yu didn't think that ordinary people could hurt Mikayue.

While the two were talking, they caught the eyes of several audition actors who were already nervous. They looked at each other, lowered their heads and whispered to the assistant manager beside them.

However, both of them were unfamiliar faces, and everyone didn't know which company they belonged to, so they all cast suspicious eyes.

At this moment, there was a soft knock on the door, and Nan Chuanyou followed the sound and raised his head.

Everyone seemed to realize something in a trance, and turned their heads in unison following Nanchuan You's gaze.

As if in slow motion, a man in a snow-white safari raised his front hem and walked in.

The cloth boots fell on the wooden floor, silently, but it seemed

It fell on people's hearts and made a heavy "boom".

At that moment, everyone seemed to have passed through the layers of fog of history and stood in that era long ago.

It was Sanriyue himself who broke the weird atmosphere. The moment he entered the door, he noticed the God Judge among the crowd.

Because of his age, he was still young in a school uniform, standing among a group of adults in suits and leather shoes, making him look even more childish.

"Hahaha, come and serve me close."

Hearing Sanriyue's familiar opening words, Nanchuan You frowned, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said helplessly: "At this time, there is no need to play such tricks."

"Hahaha, because I've always wanted to say that."

The second and third dimensions were really different, and Nan Chuanyou wrinkled the tip of his nose dissatisfiedly feeling that he had been taken advantage of.

"If you do this again, I will go back."

"Hahaha." Sanriyue laughed even more recklessly without being threatened by the judge.

Sitting indoors, looking at the scenes recorded by the cameras hidden in every corner, the director turned his head, raised his eyebrows and said to the producer: "How about it, I can't see it wrong."

"But..." The producer pointed at another person in the camera, "Shenta has that noble temperament."

"Oh, what I want is a free and easy Abe Seimei, not a statue enshrined in the Qingming Shrine." The director twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain, and quickly added reluctantly under the hint of the screenwriter's eyes, "And he naturally has more than that side. Why don't you audition later and choose a solemn segment for him."

"How about offering sacrifices?"

"Go, go, go."

The author has something to say: a clip of the performance at Itsukushima Shrine full of sword sounds.

Poor as I am, only watched clips