Chapter 5 5, Interview Troubles

Not long after, Song Wenbin left the highway and entered City S. After getting off the highway, Song Wenbin naturally couldn't drive fast and could only wait for the red light at the intersection. But after waiting for three or four red lights,

He heard the buzzing sound coming from behind him again, and the GTR actually appeared in his rearview mirror again.

The ghost is still lingering, Song Wenbin thought, looked at the navigation on the phone holder, and turned right for a few intersections. However, when he was waiting for the red light again, the GTR actually stopped in the lane next to him.

The window was lowered, and the GTR owner held the steering wheel and shouted loudly: "You are speeding!"

Song Wenbin frowned, thinking that he really didn't look at the almanac when he went out. He unexpectedly encountered a mental traffic policeman. He suppressed his disgust and passed two intersections. The GTR was still buzzing behind him.

"I have read the regulations and am waiting to go back and retake the subject!"

The GTR owner said proudly.

Song Wenbin found it funny. He had driven on the expressways in H City and S City hundreds of times, and there was actually a stupid young man who wanted to teach him where the speed limit was and where it was not.

He wanted to get rid of the mental traffic police behind him, but until he came to Mishan International Center, the GTR was still following him closely. Without time to care about why women hold grudges so much, Song Wenbin started looking for the navigation on his mobile phone.

The interview location. Not long after the interview, the GTR suddenly stopped in front of him, and the short-haired woman in the car slammed the door and came out.

Song Wenbin was surprised: "You have followed me all the way here?"

"Are you modeling here?" Song Wenbin asked friendly.

"You don't care!" Jiajia was extremely excited and said to the sisters beside her: "Look! It's him! It's him! The person I met in H City that night was him!"

"Do you have one?"

"Oh~"

However, after waiting for a while, the people who had entered the glass room came out one by one with frustrated faces. When the big brother Osai came out, he looked even more annoyed, as if he had been angry, reminding Song Wenbin of the interviewer's brain inside.

There is a problem.

Song Wenbin thought that his account had been blocked, so where could he get fans? It was such an embarrassing thing, so he could only smile and say: "It's just starting out, it's just starting out."

In the elevator, Song Wenbin unconsciously lowered his expectations for today's interview.

HR's eyes sharpened, and he interrupted Song Wenbin sensitively: "The anchor is not interested in women? If you tell me this, no one will believe it."

Looking at each other for a second, the expression on the short-haired girl's face changed from surprise to joy that said, "You're done."

Fortunately, as soon as I reached the elevator door, the elevator door opened. A group of models coming to work came out of it.

However, at this moment, I heard an exclamation: "Why are you here!?"

Song Wenbin sat down politely.

It wasn't until the foreign girl with short hair disappeared from the elevator that Song Wenbin walked into the building and pressed the elevator next to her.

The short-haired woman spat at his feet, and Song Wenbin jumped away.

After saying that, she put on her work badge and walked past Song Wenbin with her head held high, walking towards a building with a somewhat outwardly splayed step. Song Wenbin looked at the A3 sign on the building, and felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

Slowed down the pace.

"Jiajia!"

The muscular man raised his eyebrows.

Song Wenbin thought he had heard this voice somewhere, and when he took a closer look, he found that the faces of the girls in the elevator seemed to be the same.

"Ahem."

Song Wenbin nodded and pulled away his hand: "Yes."

Song Wenbin followed the girl into the modeling agency. Soon, he saw a glass room near a photo studio. There was a statue of a golden seal at the door of the glass room.

Song Wenbin wanted to wait for the models to leave before entering the elevator.

Song Wenbin took a breath of cold air, "It's amazing!"

Song Wenbin coughed twice and sighed: "Everything else is easy to prove, including works, resume, and work experience, but how to prove this thing? I can't show you the castration certificate with a medical report, right?

.”

Song Wenbin asked.

"Of course I didn't!"

Song Wenbin thought to himself that this was simply a paradox. No wonder he hadn't found the right one until now.

After listening to the discussions of the men for a while, Song Wenbin gradually became colder. These people either have special skills, have served many big names, or have many buffs. Compared with them, he is too

Ordinary, I'm afraid there will be no chance of being selected.

Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

This was the girl he met near Yintai on Jiangnan Road that night a month ago. At that time, he was still an anchor and a girl he casually struck up a conversation with on the roadside for the sake of promoting the show. But he didn't expect that he would meet her again in S City.

What a coincidence.

When the HR's face showed a professional smile again, Song Wenbin had already stood up and said coldly: "I think this job is not suitable for me. See you again when we are destined."

He forgot his name, so he took out his cell phone to check it. The cell phone was knocked off, and the girl said very excitedly: "I deleted you a long time ago! Don't even think about live broadcasting here!"

"In the Olympiad, the ranking is not high. I can only rank in the top ten."

It took Song Wenbin a while to figure it out. He was surprised and said: "You are not from that night."

Soon, someone was called into the glass room and interviewed in the glass room. During the interview, the men outside communicated with each other.

"What did you do before, brother?" the muscular boyfriend asked Song Wenbin nicely.

Song Wenbin finally remembered.

"You are so brave! Are you coming here to broadcast live!?"

Song Wenbin also smiled at him, but then he thought of the company's employment needs, and his smile slowly disappeared.

The voice was full of shock and astonishment, but also a bit familiar.

The person interviewing him was a deft middle-aged man. Although he had a professional smile, there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of his eyes. It looked like he had interviewed many people today.

The short-haired woman glanced at Song Wenbin and whispered to HR: "Although, it is difficult to find and return, and you cannot search randomly. You still have to comply with laws and regulations. Some people cannot be recruited randomly, for example."

"Is it the anti-female anchor who was banned!?"

HR smiled, then sat up straight and said seriously: "I'm sorry for asking you to come here so quickly, but there are some things that can only be understood in person. You previously sent me a two-dimensional picture, saying that it was your wife

. But as far as I know, there are also many two-dimensional people who talk about paper wives, but there are real beauties offering olive branches, and they will not refuse. How can you guarantee that you are indeed not interested in women?

?”

"Okay, okay, don't rush me!"

After pondering for a moment, Song Wenbin said: "What the boss said is a joke. In fact, I don't have much experience in the second dimension. After all, my previous job was as an anchor, and I dealt more with reality."

At this moment, the door of the glass room was pushed open, and Song Wenbin suddenly felt a sting on his back. He immediately turned around, only to find the short-haired foreigner from before, standing at the door in surprise, holding a coffee cup.

"Please come with me." The girl smiled even brighter.

"Anchor." The muscular man reacted and said magnanimously: "That is also a serious profession. How many fans do you have?"

HR said apologetically.

Anchor?

HR sighed: "You are right. This matter is indeed difficult to prove. Alas. I'm sorry. It's just that this is a mandatory requirement from above. I..."

"We just communicated, on the boss, Rem's husband." Song Wenbin joked.

HR added: "I think your appearance is not bad, you don't look like a serious enthusiast who is immersed in the virtual world. To be honest, this job requires facing various pressures in reality. We need an adult and healthy male to do it."

But the prerequisite is that we have to ask him to prove that he has no interest in women."

Song Wenbin, a twenty-five-year-old adult, naturally would not believe such nonsense. After taking the helmet, he walked towards the elevator without looking back, wanting to leave this unlucky place as soon as possible.

Song Wenbin was slightly annoyed, "This is the 21st century, there are no physical eunuchs!"

Muscle man Versailles.

The elevator stopped at 12F. As soon as the door opened, the smell of perfume made Song Wenbin pinch his nose. Good guy, there were a bunch of young women chatting together at the door. They were all kinds of black and white.

There are yellow-skinned and white-skinned, domestic and foreign, but they are all of the same color - these girls all have white hair.

The muscular man saw Song Wenbin running in wearing a motorcycle suit and carrying a helmet, and smiled at him.

Song Wenbin was reminded and felt uneasy. He just put his helmet away, tidied his clothes and walked into the glass room.

"Sit down." The interviewer said friendly.

"Who are you?" HR asked.

"It's him!"

"What about you? What did you do before?"

The muscular man smiled and ignored Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.

She whispered two words into HR's ear. Although Song Wenbin couldn't hear the sound, he knew from the shape of his mouth that it was the word "speeding".

I saw the short-haired woman walking up to HR, bending down and saying, "The needs of the white-haired woman have been found, and it's up to you. The boss is in urgent need of someone, so please hurry up."

He felt relieved now. Although he didn't know why Seal Company chose this place for interviews, it would be fine as long as he made the right choice.

The girls next to him were immediately filled with indignation.

"Internet beggar." Song Wenbin said.

Song Wenbin has never seen such a uniform hair color.

Song Wenbin cried out bad luck in his heart.

This is a modeling company. Song Wenbin thought, maybe he came to the wrong place. The person who requested the interview was clearly the Seal Group, so why was the location given to him a modeling company?

He was hesitating at the door, when a beautiful girl at the front desk saw Song Wenbin, immediately came up to him with a bright smile, took his arm and asked: "Sir, are you here for an interview?"

HR was also a little annoyed. He whispered: "Everyone else is easy to find. How do you ask me to find such a person?"

"Hey, it's not inappropriate. We still need to discuss the specific candidates. You can go back and wait for our notification."

"You are so sentimental." The short-haired woman sneered, "This is my unit!"

He got out of the elevator with a confused look on his face and saw the words Global Model Agency on the bright sign above his head.

A girl said loudly, pointing at Song Wenbin.

HR was surprised.

At this moment, there were many people waiting outside the glass room. Among them were men with exaggerated long green manes and long green fingers. There were men with exaggerated postures and talking non-stop, and there were also men wearing tight vests with bulging muscles.

man.

Jiajia said with red eyes.

"What a guy! He actually came here!"

The girls were extremely angry and surrounded Song Wenbin on the spot.

Song Wenbin looked at the model girls surrounded by him, frowned and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't mess around."
Chapter completed!