Little brother, I have told you many times that Director Li rarely comes to the company. You are blocking the company's door all day long, making it difficult for us to do it!" Downstairs of the Li brothers' company, the security guard looked at the young man holding the guitar in front of him with a little distress.

The young man's appearance is extremely ugly. The most peculiar thing is that his head is big and he is carrying it on his slightly thin shoulders, which makes him feel a little incongruous.

Regarding the security guard's persuasion, the young man just smiled, then held the guitar and sat down against the wall not far from the gate, "It doesn't matter, I have time to wait, Director Li always wants to go back to the company, right? I can't wait today, I'll come tomorrow, I can't wait tomorrow, I will always wait the day after tomorrow."

"But you sing under our building with the guitar all day long. Although you say you are not singing, others will misunderstand it, and it has not had a good impact on our company's image. I have been criticized by my boss several times for this. Brother, it's very difficult for me to do this." The security guard advised with a depressed look on his face.

If the company hadn't had strict regulations, the security guard might have to beat someone up.

This young man sang under the building like a begging stall all day long. Although the young man never accepts the alms of passers-by and does not sing, the impact is not good after all.

But the security guards were unable to drive people out due to the company's regulations. Their mouth was almost dry, but the young man still reported on time every day, which was really a headache.

"Brother, what are you trying to see Director Li? You want to be a star?" You have to persuade him. The security guard was very worried and just thought it was boring to have fun. Anyway, he was idle all day long and he was idle, so he could not beat up his mouth.

"No?" Young man responded to the security guard.

"Haha, you are a young man who dreams of a star" I have seen a lot. The Li Brothers Company has people like you who come to try their luck every day, but tell you the truth. Since the company opened, I have never seen any self-recommendation that can finally be successfully signed by the company." The security guard smiled sarcastically and said, "I have asked someone about it. It is said that the company implements an elite strategy, that is, every signing artist must have the potential to become a big hit, otherwise it is not possible to actually have only a few signing artists at the moment, but each one is this in the entertainment industry..."

The security guard said with a thumbs up, Yi Lei's proud look "very like Rong. Although the Li brothers' company has just been established, the good treatment and working atmosphere have given employees a considerable centripetal force.

The young man nodded thoughtfully, but said, "I don't know if I can be signed." But he always has to try it. If he gives up without trying, he will never succeed."

"Little brother, just your image is not very prerequisite for becoming a star. What else should I try? Have you never submitted your resume to the company? This is not the right way to take advantage of the situation." The security guard looked at the young man's ugly face and his a little outrageous head. Imagine that such a guy became Ming Yan, and when he fainted, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I know I'm ugly, so I'm going to hit a wall everywhere when submitting my resume, but I believe that as long as Director Li can listen to me sing a complete song and with his keen eyes, he will definitely discover my strengths." The young man was not angry at all and said calmly.

The security guard is not a mean person. He just couldn't help laughing. Seeing the young man so persistent, he suddenly felt a little sympathy. Who hasn't passed by? Who has never pursued his dream? Isn't it the same when I was young? If I hadn't been covered in bruises and smoothed the water chestnuts in reality, would I still be able to pursue my dreams now?

Thinking of this, the security guard simply stopped persuading him. He took out a pack of cigarettes, shook out one and handed it to the young man, and said with a smile: "Smoke a cigarette, but don't shake the ash into the huā altar. There is a place where the ash is shaken in the trash can be found these days. You have been here by chance. I heard that Director Li has been promoting "American Journey to the West" for a while, running around all day, not even spending much time in Zhonghai."

"Well, I saw it in the newspaper, but I have time to wait. I have wasted two years of time and don't care about waiting for a few more days." The young man pushed the cigarette back and said, "No smoking is bad for his throat."

"Ha, it seems that I am really determined to be a star." The security guard noticed that there was a burnt yellow between the youth's middle fingers, which was smoked. It was obvious that the youth had smoked cigarettes before and had just quit, so the security guard looked at the youth with even more admiration. He lit a cigarette on his own and started to suck the clouds and blew up.

"Hey, boy, your good luck is coming." The security guard suddenly used his iron pliers' fingers to directly snuff out the cigarette butts, and did not throw them away. He clamped it between his fingers, making people unable to see it. He raised his other hand, pointed to the side of the road, and said, "That's Director Li's new car. I'll teach you how to be good. You should hurry to the underground parking lot now, and you should be able to block Director Li."

"Where is the parking lot?" The young man suddenly bounced from the ground.

"There is a small door over there, and when you go down the stairs, you will be in the parking lot. Faster speed, good luck!"

"Thank you!" The young man rushed away.

"Hello, Director Lee!"

As soon as Li Xiaohu got out of the car, he suddenly felt an ugly face coming over, and like a ghost, he almost punched him out without conditioning.

Turning around, seeing that it was an ugly young man with an unusually large head, Li Xiaohu couldn't help but say in surprise: "I don't seem to know you..."

"Sorry, Director Li, can you delay two minutes?" The young man panted: "My name is Zeng Jianxin. I am your fan. I admire you very much."

Li Xiaohu subconsciously took a step back and said in horror: "I don't dare to be interested in men."

"I don't dare to be interested in men," Zeng Jianxin, a big-headed young man, opened his mouth wide, was stunned for a while, and then said in a depressed voice: "I wrote a song myself and wanted to ask Director Li to help me give me some advice. I'll take two minutes of your time, okay?"

Li Xiaohu breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Damn, it appears early in the morning to pretend to be a ghost. Is it fun?"

Zeng Jianxin smiled embarrassedly.

With the dim lights in the underground parking lot, Li Xiaohu saw that the acoustic guitar the young man was holding was very old and many places had been ground to some reflection. He obviously played with it frequently, but it was well maintained. He took out his cell phone and looked at the time, and said, "I'm going to the company soon, you only have two minutes."

Li Xiaohu has never liked to wear watches because it hinders practicing martial arts. The older brother Li Xiaoshan has the same temper. Both brothers usually take out their mobile phones when watching the time.

"Thank you Director Li" Zeng Jianxin took a deep breath, looked left and right, took a few steps back, leaned half on the front of the car behind him, gently swept the strings, and said, "The name of this song is "Drunk Youth". Please help me with guidance."

It can be seen that Zeng Jianxin is a little nervous.

Li Xiaohu had no special expectations when he put his hands in his ku pocket. To be honest, it was not the first time he had encountered fans who were asking for advice like this, but his own musical level was not very high, and most of the time he only had the ability to hide his weakness.

Just now, I saw that Zeng Jianxin was very caring for guitar and thought he should be a person who loved music. Li Xiaohu decided to delay a few minutes. Anyway, there was no urgent matter to go to the company at this time.

When Zeng Jianxin played the guitar and started singing, Li Xiaohu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise. It was not that the song was written well, but that Zeng Jianxin's voice was loud and hoarse, which sounded very good.

Li Xiaohu paid attention to Zeng Jianxin's voice. He did not ignore the song he sang in the past. This song describes a degenerate young man who was drunk and squandered his youth, and finally Pan Ran regretted it. It was more inspirational and emotional.

But to be honest, the song has emotions but no good melody, which sounds really boring. It was the new voice that used to be good, and it sang a decadent and youthful flavor, which made Li Xiaohu listen patiently.

"How is it?" Because Li Xiaohu only gave two minutes, Zeng Jianxin finished singing a paragraph and immediately stopped and looked at Li Xiaohu nervously.

"Uh, to be honest, your voice is in good condition, but the song you wrote is very bad." Li Xiaohu hesitated for a moment, and to be honest, he did not leave much affection for the person in front of him.

"That's right?" Zeng Jianxin was a little disappointed, and then he smiled again, saying, "It seems that I am still far from it, but I will not give up on music. Director Li, can I ask you for advice in the future?"

Li Xiaohu didn't want to be troublesome at first, but it was rare to meet a young man who loved music so much.

Moreover, the young man's voice conditions were pretty good, and he felt a little bit of love for talent. Then he felt that his image suddenly became taller, and he really had the style of a master. He handed over a business card casually and said with a smile: "It's not that I can't, but I'm really busy and my level is limited. I'm afraid I'm a waste of your time when I ask for advice from me, but you're lucky. The Li brothers company originally signed an artist rather than a bad one, but recently acquired a subsidiary and took over some of their artists. Your voice conditions are good. If you want, you can try the opportunity at the subsidiary."

Wendong Film Company also has contracted artists, and they can't drive them away after they acquire the company. However, Chang Qingwen firmly implemented the elite strategy. The artists taken over from Wendong Film Company can only be regarded as peripheral or reserve talents.

Although the company's resources are unlikely to be tilted towards them, sometimes when filming movies and TV series, you always need some supporting roles. Staying at the Li Brothers' company is still much greater than being outside, and no one has changed jobs for the time being.

Li Xiaohu was just on a whim and moved the love of talent, but he would not help the people in front of him. After all, he did not have that friendship. Even a subsidiary is not so easy to enter, especially Zeng Jianxin's image is really not very good. Whether he can get into a subsidiary depends on his luck.

The parking lot lights were a little dim, but it wasn't dark. However, Zeng Jianxin suddenly jumped out, and Li Xiaohu almost beat him down like a ghost. It can be imagined that this guy is really ugly, and he is particularly ugly. He appears in broad daylight and doesn't need to put on special makeup.

Li Xiaohu left a business card, hurried into the elevator and went upstairs.

Zeng Jianxin looked at the business card in his hand, excited, thought for a while, took out his cell phone and gave it to his former little girl.

I called to report the good news, "Haha, Big Head Brother, I want to be a star, congratulations to me."

Just now, he was very calm in front of Li Xiaohu, but when he was happy, he suddenly became a little bit clear of his true colors.

Extreme joy leads to sadness. The ancients said it was indeed correct. Zeng Jianxin called and was a little excited. He couldn't help but danced. As a result, he raised his hand and the business card that was sandwiched between his fingers flew out. What's so terrible is that the place where the business card fell happened to be a sewer cover, and it was all in a gap.

"No," Zeng Jianxin screamed, without thinking, and rushed over. His posture was as tragic as Huang Jiguang, and he was about to die.

Bang, Zeng Jianxin is foresighted. If he wanted to reach out to get a business card, he would probably have gained nothing. But now that he was blocking the sewer cover, his business card would not fall.

"My Day" Zeng Jianxin screamed in an extremely shrill voice before he could even be glad. The business card was kept, but his phone was sent into the sewer by him. Even his palm was broken, and a large piece of skin almost burst into tears. He felt even more sorry for the second-hand one he had saved for several months to buy.
Chapter completed!