Be a Superstar With the System

Wang Wangjiao looked at his watch and said, "Isn't it an interview at nine?"

The little assistant smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, you remembered it wrong. The interview time I informed you last night is 8 o'clock this morning."

Wang Wangjiao's face sank slightly when he heard that, he stared at the opponent's eyes and said, "Eight o'clock?"

"Correct"

The little assistant still smiled, Wang Wangjiao laughed, took out his mobile phone in his pocket, and pressed a series of numbers.

"Ring Ling Ling"

The mobile phone in the assistant's pocket suddenly rang.

Wang Wangjiao's expression slowly turned cold, and he looked at him and said coldly, "You called me last night and asked me to come at nine?"

The little assistant said without knowing it: "Mr. Wang, I don't understand what you are saying"

Wang Wangjiao took a deep look at him, patted Gong Nan Bei's shoulder gently and said: "Let's go, let's go to the interview"

At this moment, the assistant reached out his hand to stop Wang Wangjiao and said, "Sorry, Mr. Wang, only the artist can go in for the interview."

Wang Wangjiao laughed out, he patted the little assistant's arm lightly and said: "No problem, I won't go in, north and south, you go in, relax."

After speaking, he smiled and looked at the assistant's work permit. The assistant subconsciously blocked it. Wang Wangjiao smiled: "Since you dare to do it, you have to dare to bear the consequences. I'm afraid now. Don't you think it's too late?"

No matter how nervous Gong Nanbei was, he felt something was wrong now, and he also stared at the little assistant.

The little assistant made them feel a little bit annoyed at seeing this, and said in an unpleasant voice: "You two are really interesting. Are you two here for the interview or come to see me? If you don't want this role, you can just go straight. Go out, no one will force you to interview!"

When Wang Wangjiao heard this, he sat on the sand and smiled: "That's right, otherwise it's not fun?"

Gong Nanbei took a deep breath and silently used an opportunity card in the system backpack. The blue light rises from the chest, sinks into the ground along the legs, and spreads out into a burst of blue waves.

Out? give up? How can it be?

That doesn't happen to fall into your arms! I really have to decide this role!

Seeing that Gong Nan Bei had no intention of giving up, the little assistant was a little disappointed. After stuffing the work permit into his jacket pocket, he led Gong Nan Bei to the interview.

After unable to enter the two, Wang Mong Kok took out his mobile phone and dialed a call.

"Hello? Hahaha, Brother Wang, you haven't called me for a while, what have you been up to?"

"Binzi, brother has something to ask of you"

"Look at what you are talking about, what else do our brothers ask for or not? If you have anything to order, it will be over."

"Binzi, I am currently on the "Choose Love" crew, and there is a small assistant here, playing with me, it makes me very shameless!"

"Okay, wait for me, Brother Wang, I'll take someone there right away!"

On the other side of the phone, Binzi's voice was a bit harsh.

"Hehehe, why do you bring people here? Now in a society under the rule of law, I will send you his photo and name in a moment. You will find two people these two days and help me stare at him. I want to know who he is. !"

"No problem, leave it to me!"

Wang Wangjiao took a deep breath and hung up the phone. Very good, how many days did he leave Fengtian? Even this kind of cat and dog dare to jump out!

Could Wang Mong Kok remember the time for such an important matter? Of course not!

Then the only result is that the time the other party told him was wrong!

What are the benefits of doing this? The biggest advantage is that Gong Nan Bei will leave an impression of being late and playing big names in the director's mind! The two Tianyu artists who arrived early have a better chance.

Wang Wangjiao narrowed his eyes slightly and lit a cigarette in his mouth.

This incident must be directed at him, because of the two artists that Tianyu came to this time, one of them was brought by him before, Lu Xun!

‘Hiss, if you haven’t shown up for two months, you can’t tell the difference between the big and small! After Wang Mong Kok took a deep breath of cigarette, he extinguished the cigarette.

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The assistant brought Gong Nan Bei to the interview room and tapped three times. A security guard inside opened the door, looked at Gong Nan Bei, and then at the assistant.

The assistant said: "This is the artist who is here to interview the male third."

The security guard looked at Gong Nan Bei, nodded, and gestured forward to Gong Nan Bei. When Gong Nan Bei walked in, the security guard closed the door carefully.

This room can be more than ninety flat. The curtains are all drawn, and the surroundings are a little dark. Only in the center of the room, there is a small spotlight hanging, under the lamp is a small wooden stool.

A little closer, there was a long case, and two men and a woman sat behind them, all looking at the palace.

Gong Nanbei adjusted his breathing, walked to the spotlight and bowed: "Hello three teachers, I am the artist Gong Nanbei, come to interview for the role of the male third."

"Okay, I'll leave you, so hurry up and start"

The woman sitting on the far right took the lead and said in an impatient voice.

This person is about forty years old, tall, and looks like a beauty when he was young.

Sitting in the middle next to her is the director who chose to love, Zhao Danian!

On the far left is a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle.

Hearing what the woman said, he agreed: "That is, I can be late for the interview!"

Gong Nanbei took a breath and didn't explain anything. If the explanation was useful, there would be no misunderstanding of these two words in this world.

In the middle, Zhao Danian didn’t even look at them. He leaned forward slightly and said: “The third man is the heroine’s ex-boyfriend and he is obsessed with the heroine, but unfortunately the two are not suitable, so the heroine broke up with him in the hot pot restaurant. I will play for you, and you have five minutes."

Gong Nanbei nodded, closed his eyes and adjusted his respiratory tract: "I'm ready to direct."

"let's start"

Zhao Danian's voice is very hoarse, and he sounds like a voice that doesn't take a long time to rest and likes to smoke. If he is asked to act in a female drama, there will be some drama.

Gong Nanbei sat on the stool and began his performance.

He made a posture of holding chopsticks in his right hand, and kept putting something in the pot in front of him, then fished out the cooked in the pot and clamped it to the opposite side, as if there was a person sitting in front of him.

At this moment, the pampering expression on his face was almost overflowing. When handing the vegetables forward, he was cautious for fear that it would burn him.

Around Zhao Danian, both of them were a little bit into the play, as if they really saw the young man in front of him, who was holding her favorite dishes to his beloved girlfriend.

"We are not suitable, let's break up"

As soon as Zhao Danian's voice sounded, the two of them went into a play instantly, whose girlfriend's voice was so thick!

The two of them are in a play, but there are none in the palace.

Seeing Gong Nanbei startled, his body slowly sat back on his seat, his expression first wondered if he had heard it wrong, and then looked at Zhao Danian in disbelief.

"I said we were inappropriate!"

Gong Nanbei's body softened, as if his strength was taken away instantly.

At first glance, there is an inexplicable sense of guilt!

It makes people feel that a person like him shouldn't get this ending!

Gong Nanbei inhaled slightly, as if adjusting his mood and breathing, fearing that he would cry, he picked up a chopsticks dish and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tears still fell unconvincingly, and he wiped his left hand in embarrassment.

Laboriously squeezed a smile and said: "Haha, I, I still can't eat spicy food so much, hahahaha"

He was smiling, but it made people sad.

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