The real young master was forced to debut [entertainment circle]

Cheng Ci was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was petty theft or a fight, but he never thought it was intentional murder.

"I'll take Xiaoqin back to Zui this weekend to meet Master Qing, will you go?"

"Not interested in."

"Master Qing is a legendary figure who takes all black and white in the imperial capital. If you follow him, you will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of your life."

"it's the same."

same?

It's the same ghost!

"Can it be the same?" Cheng Ci stood up in shock, looking at his sluggish appearance with a sad expression on his face.

"There is food and housing. It doesn't make any difference whether you eat well or live well. People just want to live."

Cheng Ci: "..."

If you are so enlightened, what are you doing as a waiter or a monk?

Cheng Ci was too lazy to make fun of himself.

Forget it, forget it, forget it if you don't like it, he'd better stop making trouble for himself.

He put the bowl in his hand into someone's hand, stood up, looked around and said to his employees: "Newcomers, everyone take care of each other."

He stood up straight, waved to Qi Dongdong, patted him on the shoulder and told him: "You share the dormitory with A Yin, so you are familiar with the environment with him, tell me who dares to bully him."

Qi Dongdong nodded again and again, looking at Li Shuyin with more respect.

After Li Shuyin finished his meal, Cheng Ci gave him a floor plan of the clubhouse for him to memorize, and ordered Song Zimo to take him around to familiarize himself with the environment, while he took Wang Shaojun, Qin Shuxin and Siran out for dinner.

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Song Zimo has always been not interested in cultivating newcomers, but he didn't have the patience to teach him when he received the task. He just asked him to walk around the floor plan and memorize the regional distribution of the clubhouse.

Li Shuyin took the floor plan, glanced at it, and memorized the whole picture like a printer.

He sat in the center of the large booth in the middle of the stage, took a piece of paper, and began to draw the floor plan of the building.

The clubhouse is divided into three floors, with a total of 22 big cards, 44 small cards, 104 scattered areas, 50 private rooms, and 8 VIP private rooms.

The booths and boxes are divided into six grades, AF and AF, according to their distance from the stage. Grade A is the best, and Grade F is the last.

In the center of the first floor, right in front of the booth where Li Shuyin is located, is the double-layer stage, and 10 VIP cards expand outwards in a four-story arc.

The 12 small cards are scattered around the stage in order, and the 72 scattered stage areas are arranged outwards from the center of the stage following the central large cards and small cards.

Just north of the stage is a semi-curved bar with an area of ​​about 50 square meters. The high platforms are scattered around the bar. Except for the bar area, the other three sides are separated by Nordic simple carved iron decorative fences to form a hidden private booth area.

8 small cards and 2 large cards are displayed on each of the three sides of the wall, and 6 card slots are arranged in the corners of the gap.

There are 42 boxes B-F on the second floor. There are 2 large cards facing the stage, and a small card on the left and right sides. On the second floor, there are 2 large cards and 2 small cards on the left and right sides of the stage.

Near the guardrail on the second floor, there are 32 scattered terrace areas, and the 8 VIP boxes on the third floor occupy one side in pairs, with 8 small bags next to each other.

Song Zimo thought that Li Shuyin would look around, but saw him sitting in the middle of the hall and sketching.

He walked over curiously with yogurt in his mouth, but saw that Li Shuyin was not looking at the map at all. He turned over the floor plan he had given him before, and drew a strange map on the back, with numbers and letters corresponding to each table written on it. .

On the A4 paper under his hand was a flat line drawing of the clubhouse with smooth and neat lines.

In order to see if his drawing was correct, he poked his probe forward and took a look, all of them were correct.

"You carried the painting on your back?" He swallowed the yogurt in his mouth, spat out the straw and asked in surprise, "You have a photographic memory? Awesome!"

Song Zimo's breath was all behind his ears, and the sticky breath and the faint smell of yogurt made him feel extremely hot.

Li Shuyin turned his head to the side, and raised his hand that was pressed on the paper. Song Zimo reached out and snatched the map he had drawn. After seeing it clearly, he shouted in surprise: "Okay you! Such a short time You actually memorized them all! Not everyone has this talent."

Song Zimo unconsciously wanted to put his arms around him and get close to him, but Li Shuyin avoided it without a trace.

He didn't even notice that he was propped on the edge of the sofa, and he lifted his long legs and sat down on the sofa. Then, he bent down and pulled out a handsome pair of poker cards from under the coffee table and spread them on the table.

"Can you play poker?" Song Zimo drew three cards and held them between his fingertips and shook them at him.

Can't tell, the new beautiful little monk still has the skills of photographic memory!

Song Zimo couldn't restrain his excitement, and began to gear up.

He's going to have a new poker friend, and he'll have to develop them so he won't be bored in this damn place.

Li Shuyin can play poker, and can be said to be a master.

When he was young, in order to urge him to study, the elders often used poker as a digital game to train his calculation and memory, but before that he never thought that one day he would use the game as a tool for livelihood.

When he was at his worst, he relied on his poker skills to live a chic life, but at that time, he was so young, he triumphantly swept the gambling market with his poker skills, attracted a crazy critic, and was almost abolished hands.

He shook his head, saying that he would not, and that he did not want to continue this topic.

But Song Zimo refused. He looked up at him with a bright smile: "No, I'll teach you. You have a good memory. You must be able to learn it soon. I like smart people."

After all, he has already started to shuffle the cards with his hands and feet quickly, and the thin pieces of paper are flying between the slender grounds, like a flower blooming brilliantly.

Li Shuyin's memory also has such hands, slender and fair, slender and moist, with well-defined joints.

Those hands are better maintained than Song Zimo's, and the movement of cutting flowers is more skillful and sexy than him. Every scene is like a movie screen played in multiples, with different patterns switching back and forth, gorgeous and exciting, dazzling people's eyes.

He still remembers those big hands holding his small hands and teaching him the cards one by one, teaching him the different rules of different games.

"Draw any four cards to form 24 points, add, subtract, multiply and divide..."

"Come on, let's compare. If I win, you can call me Dad."

"Fuck off, just teach him some useless things, come to draw cards, I'll teach you card counting, and beat him."

That soft voice still echoed in my ears, even though the face of the person in my memory was blurred.

But those skills that have been mastered have already been deeply rooted in his bone marrow. When he saw poker, those familiar memories flooded him unconsciously.

"Li Shuyin, be serious, I don't teach people casually." Seeing him in a daze, Song Zimo threw the cards on the table and complained dissatisfiedly.

He shook his head helplessly, picked up the floor plan and got up to leave. Song Zimo grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Sit down, come with me for a game."

"Just play and play, you know how to play, hurry up and go to work." Song Zimo was dragged out before the cards were dealt out.

Li Shuyin was able to get away and was thinking about doing his own thing, but Song Zimo also pulled him up when he was pulled up by someone, "Where are you going, together, we can't grow a good-looking face for nothing."

Li Shuyin: "..."

This person is really annoying!

It was summer, and there was a sweltering heat outside. Boys and girls came back and forth to greet guests. The girls were wearing tight-fitting black suspenders and stood in a row on the left. The boys also lined up in a row according to their height and stood on the right.

Song Zimo was the leader, standing at the front of the queue. Every time a car stopped outside the door, he urged the boy at the front to pull the car door to welcome the guests to get off, while the girl who was his partner went up to chat with the guests.

If the guests bend their arms consciously, the girls will also naturally hold the arms of the guests. A man and a woman compliment the guests while talking and laughing, and bring them into the club.

After the person leaves, the next pair will naturally move forward to join them.

If a guest leaves and the waiter is free, he will be automatically placed at the end of the queue, and so on.

Li Shuyin looked at Song Zimo's face that was almost frozen with a smile, and instantly felt that his flattering look had a bit of the sight of a bustard in an ancient brothel song club. If he kept smiling like this, his cheeks would basically be useless.

It's not easy for people anywhere.

Li Shuyin is the tallest here, so she was arranged to stand at the end. The girl with her partner is also a tall girl, about 1.7 meters five, with a slender figure. The tight white and black suspenders make her more concave and convex, and her hair is pink. The waves are curly, and there is a little loveliness in the charm.

She seemed to be very interested in Li Shuyin, and kept looking at him with her head tilted.

Li Shuyin glanced at her impatiently, and she immediately came to chat with interest: "Has anyone told you that you look a lot like Shang Yan?"

Shang Yan?

Who?

do not know.

He didn't talk, the girl seemed to be interested, like an Amway idol, and continued: "It's the lead singer of the TOP boy group who is very popular now, the most popular idol now, your profile looks very similar to him, It's just that the eyes don't look the same, I just wanted to say hello to you, but I never had the chance."

"My name is Lan Lan, I'm from the film school next door." She smiled and extended her hand to greet him.

He wasn't interested in knowing about that, and quickly turned his head away.

"You also come here to work part-time?"

He ignored it.

"You are from the Conservatory of Music opposite, I haven't seen you in our school."

He still didn't respond.

"If you are so handsome, if you are from our college, I will definitely have an impression."

He still didn't respond.

"Why are you ignoring people?" Ye Mulan pouted and complained in a low voice, her voice was not too loud but just enough for Li Shuyin to hear.

He glanced sideways, a trace of impatience flashed in his peripheral vision, and he quickly covered it up.

"Do you think we will receive men or women later?"

He still didn't speak, and didn't have the slightest interest in what she said.

"If it's a woman, you go, if it's a man, I go."

The corners of Li Shuyin's lips twitched imperceptibly, are all girls like this now?

"I hope that what we meet later is not old man Wang, that old man has no quality and always takes advantage of our girls." Ye Mulan muttered.

Li Shuyin stood lazily, and suddenly regretted coming to this kind of place, the girls here are really noisy.

It was the turn of Li Shuyin and Ye Mulan to receive people, driving a luxury car, it was a red Ferrari.

The body lines are smooth, and the colors are rich and powerful. This is by far the best car parked at the door.

Li Shuyin thought nonchalantly.

From the moment the woman appeared in everyone's sight, everyone became tense.

As soon as Li Shuyin took a step to go up to pull the car door, Song Zimo went up to meet him one step ahead, waved at him, and signaled him to go back.

From the looks of it, this should be a regular customer, or a big shot, Song Zimo wants to receive him personally.

Li Shuyin backed away. He should have been waiting for the next customer, but he went straight to the end of the queue.

The person who came was Xu Fei, the gold agent of LS, the largest entertainment company in China.

The most popular agent in the entertainment industry, Xu Fei, was ranked second, and no one dared to rank first.

He has only been in the industry for ten years, and he has brought out two movie kings, one movie queen, one divas and three boy groups. He is a star-maker and a well-deserved gold medal manager.

Now the hottest under her command are the newly promoted actor Wen Ti and the top boy group ace Shang Yan.

One of the two is calm and experienced, with superb acting skills, occupying major film and television resources;

Another top-notch look, a variety show geek, arrogant and uninhibited, hates the world, and is the only one in the sky and the world;

Both of them received soft endorsements, frequent visitors to the hot search list, and proper top traffic.

Although he is only a manager, he has the same real power as the president in LS.

Getting her favor is almost equivalent to getting all the high-quality resources of LS. Even if it's just picking up a few rice left out by the two of them, it's enough to make some people small for a while. Who doesn't want to perform well in front of her.

The shop owner knew the top brokers, no wonder so many people sent photos, all for the purpose of saving the country with curves.

Xu Fei is wearing a black and white contrasting color suit today, with a V-shaped neckline, capable and sexy.

The white drape wide-leg suit pants look tall, and the high heels landed crisply, exuding a strong aura.

She stopped at the station, glanced lightly, her eyes swept over the men and women standing at the door like picking out merchandise, and a smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "These newcomers look pretty good."

"It's okay." Song Zimo smiled, a little embarrassed.

Based on what he knew about Xu Fei, the subtext of this sentence was - these vases looked good, and she wanted to grab two of them.

Li Shuyin's tall figure, clear and handsome like a bamboo, first caught Xu Fei's attention. She walked over and looked carefully from head to toe: "1.9 meters?"

Li Shuyin lowered her head slightly, meeting Xu Fei's eyes and was too lazy to open her mouth.

He can see it with his eyes, but he insists on answering, he feels very idiotic.

"My name is Xu Fei, and my Chinese name is Xu Fei. I'm the manager of LS." Xu Fei took out a business card from her handbag and handed it to Li Shuyin. "Are you interested in being a model?"

Li Shuyin looked at her expressionlessly and said in a low voice, "Not interested."

His voice is low and hoarse, with a metallic grain texture, and it's sexy beyond words.

Xu Fei's eyes lit up suddenly, and she thought that her voice was really low.

God really gave him a good voice, but I don't know if he can sing.

It doesn't matter if you can't sing, your height, appearance, and voice are all god-given. If you can't sing, you can train the day after tomorrow.

There are countless people who work hard, but there are not many people who can be favored by God to look good.

Xu Fei smiled, and didn't mind his indifference: "It's okay if you're not interested. You can get to know each other. If you change your mind, you can contact me directly, or you can come to LS directly to find me. I don't often work in the company. Most of the time I fly around the country with the artists, but you are lucky, I will be in the company all week next Monday."

Hearing Xu Fei's words, Song Zimo's heart suddenly "thumped", and he explained his itinerary. This is the rhythm of determined to grab someone.

Ever since Lord Qing changed careers as an agent and entered LS, he snatched away the Best Actor from Xu Fei's hand.

Xu Fei completely fought with them, and came to the clubhouse every three days to see if there were any newcomers.

It's like choosing a concubine, if you are selected, you will be brought back to LS as a preparatory trainee.

Giving people hope for their children without giving them a chance to stand out, he doesn't want Li Shuyin to be the next cannon fodder.

"Sister Fei, Shuyin just came today, don't scare him." Song Zimo hastily stood in front of Li Shuyin, if the people in the clubhouse were taken away by Xu Fei in front of him, then Wang Shaojun would not be able to do it if he found out tore him.

Xu Fei pushed him away, and took another step towards Li Shuyin, still holding the business card in her hand: "This is my business card, you can come to me after you've made up your mind."

"Looking for you to paralyze!" A voice came from behind Li Shuyin.

Suddenly a hand was raised in the air, and angrily knocked off the business card in Xu Fei's hand.

The author has something to say:

Cheng Ci: If you are so enlightened, what are you doing as a waiter? Be a monk!

Li Shuyin: A monk needs a degree.

Xu Fei: Come and be a model with me, don't waste the height and looks given by your parents.

Li Shuyin: In fact, I am a powerful faction, but everyone can only see my face.