The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Both Mu Wenxuan and Zhao Ping couldn't help but frowned at this person who used filthy words and reprimanded Xuan Yuan as soon as he came out. With a bit of displeasure, this person suddenly rushed out inexplicably, and then To scold others with such rudeness shows that one is not of high quality and is annoying.

Mu Wenxuan's eyes were slightly cold, and his expression became more and more serious. Ever since he pretended to be serious with a straight face, no one has dared to be so presumptuous in front of him. I don't know who this person is, but he dared to do so in front of him. Scolding his (benefactor) in front of him?

Do you really think that Mu Wenxuan, a vegetarian, has a good temper?

"Who is he?" Without even looking at Wu Xingde, Mu Wenxuan glanced sideways at Xuan Yuan, who looked indifferent and ignored Wu Xingde at all. "Do you know him?" Mu Wenxuan has enough confidence. I know that this person is definitely not a staff member of Chenhang.

Xuan Yuan nodded casually and said in a calm tone: "He was the one who told me that I could make money, have food and accommodation in the entertainment industry. He was also the one who brought me to Chenhang to sign a contract. But he is probably a liar, even though he claims to be It’s an agent, but…”

His eyes glanced at Wu Xingde without any fluctuation. Xuan Yuan did not continue speaking, but the unfinished meaning was already obvious. This made Mu Wenxuan's eyes even colder, and even Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown slightly. He frowned, obviously having a bad impression of Wu Xingde.

Wu Xingde's face showed anger, and he took a few steps forward and walked in front of them. The overly strong scent of perfume he sprayed on his body also hit his face, making Xuan Yuan frown slightly, and stepped back with a bit of displeasure. He took a step and stood behind Mu Wenxuan.

"Who do you think is a liar? Qiao Zimo, don't think that you can treat me like this if you get along with someone. With your rustic temperament and dress, it's strange that Chen Hang likes you. I think you are so You will have to work hard all your life!" Wu Xingde's face twisted and he cursed fiercely.

He glanced at Mu Wenxuan and did not recognize Mu Wenxuan's identity. He just thought that he was probably a senior member of Chenhang. And he seemed to think that Xuan Yuan was trying to please Mu Wenxuan, so he followed Mu Wenxuan in after leaving the conference room. This made Wu Xingde, who had no chance of entering the entertainment industry, couldn't help but be very jealous.

His face darkened, and he said to Mu Wenxuan in a sarcastic and sinister tone: "Sir, don't be deceived by Qiao Zimo. He is just a bumpkin, uneducated and uncultured, and he doesn't know how. A person like this has no training value at all, so you should not waste your precious time on him."

At this moment, the conference room door behind Wu Xingde was opened, and the two Chenhang staff members walked out together with Shao Haosi. They were all stunned when they saw Mu Wenxuan, and then the neat and tidy workplace The beauty stepped forward on stiletto heels and called out with a smile: "President, you are here. Do you need my help with anything?"

Wu Xingde was stunned, and looked up at Mu Wenxuan in shock, with a bit of disbelief and excitement: "You, you are the president of Chenhang? Um, um, I am Wu Xingde, and my dream is to enter the entertainment industry. Now I am working hard to become an agent..."

He completely forgot that he had just ridiculed Xuan Yuan in front of Mu Wenxuan. After learning Mu Wenxuan's identity, he immediately began to recommend him. His shamelessness was really admirable. Incomparably, it is really difficult for ordinary people to say that they can give up their face even if they give up their face like him.

Mu Wenxuan nodded coldly and indifferently to the two Chenhang employees who greeted him, and responded with a cold hum. As for Wu Xingde's words, he didn't take them to heart at all, and didn't seem to notice them. generally.

"Let's go, don't pay attention to this kind of person." Mu Wenxuan straightened his sleeves slowly, took the documents and walked to Zhao Ping's office first, completely forgetting that as the president of Chenhang, he did not need to get involved. It’s all about small things like signing contracts with artists.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Wu Xingde was extremely anxious and wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his heart. He couldn't help but hold his stomach and groaned softly. His brows also wrinkled tightly, and his face with ordinary features All of them looked like pain.

The pain that came from his abdomen this time was a bit shocking. The pain caused sweat to form on his forehead. He had to grit his teeth and hold it back to feel less unbearable. By the time he finally got over the pain this time, Xuan Yuan and the others had already disappeared. There was no trace of him, and he was immediately disappointed.

He missed his second chance to enter the entertainment industry, and he couldn't find anyone to vent his anger, disappointment and resentment.

Originally, Qiao Zimo's unexpected refusal to sign the contract had caused him to lose his first opportunity. He originally wanted to vent his anger on Qiao Zimo for missing the opportunity to enter the entertainment industry, but Qiao Zimo actually got close to him. He killed the CEO of Chenhang, causing him to miss a second chance.

Now Wu Xingde was angry and angry, and waves of pain continued to come from his internal organs. At this time, the anger added, making the pain in his lungs even worse, making him even more miserable.

The physical pain can be alleviated and tolerated, but the anger, regret, and resentment in his heart are like thousands of ants constantly gnawing at Wu Xingde's heart, making him miserable.

"Keep your eyes open in the future, don't just believe anyone's words." After entering Zhao Ping's small but neatly organized office, Mu Wenxuan sat in Zhao Ping's seat, occupying the magpie's nest. After putting down the document in his hand, he said to Xuan Yuan in a deep voice.

Really, the people who should be suspicious are foolishly trusting, and they don’t wake up until they find out that they have been deceived. The people who should be trusted are suspicious of their abilities. They are really naive and a little stupid. If they don’t open their eyes in the future, how can they live!

(Don’t think that you are so high-sounding and righteous. I don’t know that you still hate Xuanyuan for doubting your reliability)

No one paid attention to Mu Wenxuan’s words, because Zhao Ping, who didn’t care about being occupied, had taken out the contract that had been prepared long ago and placed it in front of Xuanyuan, and said to him in a gentle voice: "This is the best contract I can provide to my artists. Take a closer look and decide whether to sign it."

The divine consciousness swept over the contract, and Xuanyuan immediately understood every clause written in the contract clearly. Xuanyuan himself didn’t know the current situation and market conditions in the entertainment industry, but he knew that this contract was much better than the one signed by Qiao Zimo when he agreed to form a group with Shao Haosi.

Since this contract was better than the one Qiao Zimo had signed before, Xuan Yuan was too lazy to fight for anything, so he simply picked up the pen and signed his name. This surprised Mu Wenxuan, who almost blurted out: Silly boy, you signed without even reading it? Aren't you afraid of signing a contract to sell yourself? !

Well, he also knew that there was no contract to sell yourself in this era, but he just wanted to express his shock. This guy is too easy to fool, isn't he? I'm afraid that he will be thanked if he is sold one day! Silly and ignorant.

After signing the two copies of the contract, Zhao Ping originally planned to have a deep discussion with Xuan Yuan about his future development. When he glanced sideways, he saw that the boss, who was supposed to be busy with affairs, was sitting in his chair without moving, and it seemed that he was going to listen in.

In his heart, he could not help but sigh at the president's attention to Qiao Zimo. Zhao Ping's eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses flashed, and he had decided to do his best to train him. With the capital and the support of Mu Wenxuan, it is really not difficult to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry. Although I don't know why the president supports Qiao Zimo so much, this is a good thing!

Under the strong watch of Mu Wenxuan, who was watching with a burning but cold look, Zhao Ping asked Xuanyuan about his plan in a gentle tone, wanting to know what his specialties or goals were, whether he liked acting and wanted to be an actor, or liked singing and becoming a singer, or simply for fame.

"I can't act, and I've never sung." Xuanyuan said truthfully with a very calm expression, and his clear and clean voice was like a cold jade hitting, "You asked me what kind of achievements I want to achieve in the entertainment industry? I haven't thought about it. I just want to make enough money to live now."

This is also the goal that Qiao Zimo has always held - yes, even in the previous life when Qiao Zimo was very popular, he stayed in the entertainment industry for no fame. Almost two months after graduating from high school, Qiao Zimo actually made quite a bit of money selling drinks in the bar.

→After all, he was good-looking. If that was the case, why was he still doing so poorly, with only the 2,000 yuan salary he had just received yesterday? Because Qiao Zimo secretly gave a lot of the money he had earned in the past two months to the director mother who raised him, and also bought a lot of things to send to the orphanage, so naturally he didn’t have much money on him.

Sitting on the chair, Xuanyuan looked up and looked directly at Zhao Ping, saying very seriously and sincerely: "I know that I don't have acting skills, so I don't plan to play some roles that I can't handle, or become a famous actor. I just want to play a vase role that only relies on my face. I think it should be okay to rely on this face, right?"

"Well, and also, although I don't have any special skills such as composing or playing musical instruments, I am not bad. If it is a fighting scene, I can also do it. You can ask this President Mu Wenxuan, he just witnessed it with his own eyes."

Mu Wenxuan nodded with a serious face: "Yes, he is indeed very good at fighting." After a pause, for some unknown reason, Mu Wenxuan added, "He also told me that entering the entertainment industry is to be a vase star who can make money. As for dreams and goals, they don't exist. There is nothing."

Xuanyuan nodded slightly to show that he was very satisfied with Mu Wenxuan's summary.

Zhao Ping: …………

Mu Wenxuan: Hahahahahahahahahaha Finally someone understands how I felt when I heard such words before. Cold on the outside, hilarious on the inside.jpg.