Su Ci shook her head and smiled: "No, I'm Su Ci, a current agent at Xingteng Times."
“!!!”
What a beautiful agent!
I originally thought it was a competitor, but it turned out to be my agent. That's such great news!
The newcomers in the room became even more excited when they heard this. They stopped practicing and gathered around, with a bit of embarrassment on their faces, and asked Agent Su one after another if he could sign them.
The noise made Shang He stop playing. When he opened his eyes with a frown, his brown pupils reflected the girl in front of him, and suddenly contracted, falling into a deep state of daze and shock.
My heart is pounding.
That was a feeling that made him unable to control himself, more than any other piece of music.
Blood rushed in his veins, his heart vibrated in his chest, and inspirations collided in his tissues, but for the first time he did not record them immediately.
"Bang!"
The violin worth three million fell to the ground.
The man who was almost hit by the beating was frightened. He first dodged and then moved closer, scolding Shang He dissatisfiedly: "You are too much. What should we do with Agent Su?"
"I'm sorry," Shang He stared at Su Ci without blinking, as if the broken thing was not a treasure he had used for many years, "I didn't scare you, did I?"
Is she actually an agent? She's so young.
Shang He suddenly became nervous. Would Agent Su... refuse to sign a contract with him because of his rude behavior just now?
Su Ci picked up the violin from the ground and handed it back to the man in white shirt and black pants with both hands, smiling: "I was a little scared. The violin is broken, what a pity."
Shang He and the others said in unison:
"A broken harp."
He almost hit Agent Su. He deserved to die for breaking the piano into eight pieces.
My agent, Sister Xu, had just arrived at the door. When she heard these four words and looked at the exquisitely crafted violin, her eyelids twitched.
Three million for a broken piano? Can you please not give it to her?
Shang He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no sound came out, and he pursed his lips and closed them again.
He was kicked out of home by his parents.
He had no source of income, no place to stay, and the only things he had were his ID card and the violin that had accompanied him for many years.
Therefore, if he wanted to compensate the frightened agent, he could only wait and pay the mental damages after he made some money.
Damn it, I really scared her. Now her chances of passing the interview are even smaller, right?
Why was he so stupid that he couldn't even hold a light-weight violin?
She will hate him, despise him, and reject him.
Thinking of all kinds of terrible assumptions, Shang He gradually became displeased with the left hand holding the zither, and his fingertips pinched deep bloody marks on the palm.
But Su Ci said: "You scared me, so compensate me with yourself and become my signed artist. The contract will never be terminated. Do you agree?"
Shang He raised his head in surprise, his brown eyes gleaming with a glassy light. Before his brain could even begin to think, his lips had already blurted out, "I do!"
The solemn tone was as if he was taking an oath at a wedding.
Other interviewees: "..."
They looked at Shang He with envy again and again.
What a scheming man! I underestimated his methods. First he pretended to be noble to attract the agent's attention, and then he pretended to be a stupid handsome guy to arouse the agent's interest.
Damn it, someone got there first!
Some people wanted to follow Shang He's example, but when they thought about the possibility of hurting Agent Su, they gave up the idea.
Work hard to enter Xingteng Era, and you will never have to worry about not having the opportunity to meet Agent Su in the future!
"Okay," Su Ci held the man's left hand, which was stretching and curling repeatedly, "Then let's do it. After signing the contract, you will be my artist."
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