My Sister is a Big Star

Star Arts Entertainment Company is one of the top ten entertainment companies in the mainland. It has signed countless artists, and there are also many first-line stars. It has strong capital and the entire office building is the property of Star Arts.

Qin Baobao walked around the hexagonal building, which was 30 stories high, and the glass curtain wall reflected the dazzling sunlight. They found a parking space on the side of the dark alley behind the building. The little BMW slid out of a perfect arc and stopped steadily. Qin Baobao got her driver's license in high school and has five or six years of driving experience. Unlike most students who get their driver's license and lock it in a drawer as a souvenir, she will drive her father's car during winter and summer vacations and even on weekends, driving Qin Ze around. Drive wherever you go, and then cheat Qin Ze's living expenses, sit down to drink coffee and eat in the afternoon sun. At that time, Qin Ze felt very uncomfortable. Passers-by were always attracted by Qin Baobao's beauty. They glanced at each other, and felt like they were watching giant pandas.

Before getting out of the car, Qin Ze looked at the time, it showed 9:30 and drove for a full hour. The mission ended at half past eleven, and he had two hours left.

Now is the rush hour for work. In front of the Star Art Entertainment office building, men in suits and leather shoes and fashionable women come and go. The people who can work in this building are white-collar and gold-collar workers, urban high-income people. Qin Baobao was not surprised, his high heels were slapping, but Qin Ze was a bit cautious. He was still a college student and had never been exposed to this kind of class and scene.

Entering the lobby, I asked the girl at the front desk about the location of the interview. In the meeting room No. 2 on the seventh floor, the two of them waited for three elevators before they found a vacant seat. Originally, what Qin Ze meant was to squeeze in directly. But Qin Baobao gave him a blank look and said what to do if someone touches my butt.

Qin Zexin said, "It's so reasonable that I'm speechless."

In fact, Qin Baobao was bitten by a snake once and was afraid of well ropes for ten years. When she was in junior high school, she took the subway home, and it happened to be rush hour, and the passengers in the car were jostling one after another, and a tram moron secretly touched her ass. Without further ado, Qin Baobao turned around and bumped his knee, hitting his crotch. From then on, her father picked her up to and from school, or took a taxi.

On the seventh floor, the lady at the front desk unlocked the door for the two of them, asked about the purpose of their visit, smiled and gave Qin Baobao a numbered slip, and said, "The meeting room is on the left and go straight."

"Thank you!" Qin Baobao put the number paper into the bag, and led Qin Ze inside.

In the spacious and bright corridor, a dozen handsome men and beauties were sitting or standing, and a female staff member who was dressed concisely, wore an OL suit on the chest, and had a nameplate around her neck was standing at the door of the conference room. After seeing Qin Baobao and Qin Ze, he came forward with a smile on his face, without looking at Qin Ze, "Give me your resume and number sheet."

Qin Baobao took out the resume that he had prepared earlier from his bag, and gave it to her together with the number sheet. The female assistant looked through it, confirmed that there was such an interviewer as Qin Baobao, and politely said: "Please wait a moment."

Qin Baobao pulled Qin Ze to sit down on the chair on the corridor, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

Qin Ze whispered, "You're so angry."

"Why are you angry?" Qin Baobao tilted his head and looked at him curiously.

"She didn't look at me just now."

Qin Baobao chuckled and said, "It means that he has eyesight."

"You don't look too nervous." Qin Ze poked his sister's waist.

"You are very nervous." Qin Baobao said.

"I'm not nervous, I just feel uncomfortable and they're all looking at you."

Qin Baobao turned to look at the handsome men in formal attire, some of them subconsciously avoided her gaze, and some of them smiled with a good feeling about themselves. Qin Baobao smiled, which made the hearts of many men jump wildly.

She withdrew her gaze and hummed: "Don't pay attention to them, I'm used to it anyway."

"But I'm not used to it. Wherever you go, there are giant pandas, and I'm the bamboo next to the giant panda." Qin Ze said depressedly: "Bamboo also has dignity, okay?"

"Okay, okay, Zhuzi, let me, this giant panda, take a bite." Then she brought her delicate face closer,

To bite Qin Ze's face.

Qin Ze quickly pushed her away, and whispered, "What are you doing, so many people are watching."

Qin Baobao cut his head and continued to play with his mobile phone with his head down, "I'm not nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. If the interview doesn't go well, it's a big deal to switch to another company. Entertainment companies have various ways to find newcomers. Ordinary people want to become stars, and there are many channels. , There are also many singing variety shows.”

"Wang Lihong!"

"It's my turn?"

"come in."

The previous interviewer was a delicate and lovely girl with her head down and her face full of frustration. As if about to cry.

"How? Passed?"

"What do you ask in the interview?"

Immediately, someone came forward to inquire, and there was a lot of talk.

Qin Ze also pricked up his ears.

The little girl shook her head, "They said that I can't sing, and I didn't come from a major, so I didn't meet the signing requirements."

This is also a little girl who wants to be in the entertainment circle with her face. Qin Ze looked at the beauty next to him who also wanted to rely on his face for a living.

"Why, I'm also good at singing." The big beauty glared at him.

Time passed quickly, each interviewer took turns to go in, each about five minutes, some came back with a happy face, and some came out with a sullen face.

A handsome young man came out of the conference room, beaming with joy, looked at himself with contempt, swept around the corridor, strode towards Qin Baobao, sat down beside her, and said politely: "Beauty, my name is Gou Dai!"

Qin Baobao glanced at him and smiled: "Hello."

"You are also here for an interview. I can assure you that you have such good qualifications that you will definitely be able to sign with Xingyi. We will be colleagues from now on. Let's have lunch together?" The handsome boy was shocked by her smile.

Qin Baobao rolled his eyes and put his arms around Qin Ze's arm: "Husband, would you like to have Mala Tang for lunch?"

"Okay, but you are not allowed to eat Malatang at night."

"Hate it."

Gou Dai walked away in embarrassment.

Qin Ze looked at his dingy back, and bared his teeth at Qin Baobao: "The Malatang meme is too old, change it next time."

"Baby Qin!"

The female assistant shouted at the door.

"It's my turn." Qin Baobao handed the bag to Qin Ze, the high heels clattered on the terracotta floor tiles, and her buttocks twisted very coquettishly.

Pushing open the imitation wood door, a long conference table is placed beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the interviewer sits behind the conference table, three paunchy uncles, and two middle-aged women.

When the uncles saw Qin Baobao coming in, their eyes lit up in unison.

Prettier than the photos!

No wonder she has the confidence to join the entertainment industry. These days, her appearance is not up to standard, and she really doesn't have the courage to go into the muddy waters of the entertainment industry.

Qin Baobao was keenly aware of the fiery gaze, scanning her body from bottom to top, like a scanner. With a chill in her heart, she remembered that Qin Ze once told her that there was a way to divide men and boys on the Internet. It's very simple. When a little boy sees a beautiful woman, his first reaction is to look at the face, and then he keeps looking at the face. After the little boy has driven the car a few times, he will look down from his face and start to pay attention to his figure. One day, they will become veteran drivers who have experienced many battles, and they will always look at women from the bottom up.

Qin Baobao asked at that time, what level are you?

Qin Ze was so embarrassed that he insisted that he was already an old driver in theory.

Qin Baobao thought to himself, Nima is an old driver.

Her face remained calm, her temperament was high and cold, and she smiled politely: "Everyone, teachers, my name is Qin Baobao..."

A middle-aged woman interrupted coldly: "We have your resume."

Qin Baobao frowned delicately, feeling the malice of the middle-aged woman.

The man next to the middle-aged woman coughed and warmed up the scene with a pleasant face: "Sit down first."

Qin Baobao nodded and sat on the chair prepared for the interviewer, with his legs together and his hands folded on his stomach. A pair of slender legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, especially attractive.

When the middle-aged man in the center glanced at Qin Baobao's long legs, he paused and said with a smile: "Miss Qin, we have seen your resume. You graduated from Fudan University and worked in a foreign-funded enterprise for a year. Even when you get a job, you are praised by people around you. You should have a better future, why did you choose to be an artist?"

With a dozen eyes staring at him, Qin Baobao sat upright, not at all stage frightened, "This is my dream."

Do you have dreams your biggest ah? The middle-aged woman murmured in her heart.

The middle-aged man laughed it off and said gently: "To tell you the truth, with your education and ability, we are very welcome, but we are not signing you as an artist. First of all, your major does not match. One minute on stage, ten years off stage. Acting skills This thing is not something that can be learned just by learning. For the training from scratch, we hope to find high-quality stocks with potential.”

Qin Baobao wondered why this start was wrong, it was trying to beat my rhythm.

"But as far as I know, many famous artists are not born in relevant majors."

"Then do you know how many years they have been playing tricks? How many years have they survived?"

Qin Baobao was speechless.

"How about this? I happen to be short of a secretary in my office. You have work experience, outstanding ability, and graduated from a prestigious university. If you are interested, you can come to me, and the salary can be negotiated now."

I've had enough of this lingering secretary.

Qin Baobao: "What's the teacher's name?"

"My surname is Zhang, the general manager of the personnel department."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not convinced when you say that. I have practiced dancing in elementary and junior high schools, and I have a solid foundation, but it's not like I have no foundation at all. And I'm good at singing..."

The middle-aged woman asked abruptly, "Can Qingqing Zijin sing?"

Qin Baobao nodded: "Yes."

The middle-aged woman raised her hand to signal: "Come on, sing a little bit."

Qin Baobao pursed his lipstick-applied lips and began to sing a cappella. Her voice is soft and magnetic, and her voice is very seductive. Singing this kind of song with a strong sense of vicissitudes actually complements each other.

The face of the middle-aged woman changed slightly. She sang so well. She originally thought that Qin Baobao had no professional training. The so-called "singing is good" is because ordinary people think that singing is good, maybe it is because of others' praise. But when she sang this lyrics, it couldn't be said to be perfect, and there were many flaws in her singing, but her voice was so nice, it was so crispy and numb, it tickled people's hearts.

"Stop, stop!" the middle-aged woman yelled to stop, without changing her face: "The voice is good, but the singing is completely layman. To put it bluntly, it is singing nonsense. It is difficult for you to improve your voice in a recording studio."

Qin Baobao's face became cold, and her delicate face looked more and more like a Greek sculpture. If Qin Ze, who was familiar with her, saw her, he would know that her elder sister was on the verge of fury.