I'm almost a Muggle

"In addition to salary, you will receive a bonus of 10,000 yuan for each episode of the program." After Lin Dong discussed with the system, the tea master took up his post.

Any extra money?

I just don’t want to stay in the company and squeeze juice, okay?

No, there may not even be a chance to squeeze juice.

Everyone in the company has left, so it's not interesting for the two receptionists to stay here.

Lin Dong granted them paid leave.

Go see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland and add some connotation, so as not to fill your mind with gossip and end up being reduced to a beautiful vase.

"Mr. Lin, I will take care of the tea and order lunch for everyone."

It is impossible to leave, not even to death.

In a bar outside, it is impossible to earn 30,000 yuan in a month even if your arms are tired, not to mention that you still have five insurances, one housing fund and sixteen salary.

The most outrageous thing is that I don’t have to work on weekends and holidays.

The money you make from working in a bar is the money you make during weekends and holidays.

"You don't need to order box lunches, you can eat them all in the restaurant," Lin Dong will not let go of this opportunity to lose money. The nature of their program also makes it convenient for everyone to eat in the restaurant.

"Okay, Mr. Lin." After all, the tea man was not upgraded to the lunch man.

"By the way, remember to bring the juicer."

When Wang Shuo was about to leave his office, Lin Dong added.

Wang Shuo stumbled and left in a hurry.

The recruitment of Crest Culture Media is held as scheduled.

It's just that the location of the interview is a bit confusing.

It is actually a well-known private dining restaurant.

The thirty or so people who participated in the interview on the first day were arranged to sit at dining tables like guests.

"You can order food and eat for free. Those who are called will enter the private room." A tall and muscular man left a sentence in a deep voice and stood at the door of the private room like an iron tower.

"No. 27, go in!"

The number is called randomly, obviously not starting from 1.

No. 27 was a little girl who looked young, and she almost cried because of this voice.

Walked in timidly.

There was originally a large round table in the private room, but it has been removed now.

It was changed into a small table and a long table.

There were five people sitting at the long table.

There was a fat uncle who looked to be in his forties or fifties, a wretched thin man, two pretty girls, and a handsome guy.

"Good teachers."

"Ahem, there is a menu on your table. Order something first." The fat uncle started to speak.

Ordering?

Aren't you here for an interview?

A girl who once played a supporting role in a costume drama felt that she still couldn't keep up with the pace of the capital's entertainment industry.

Ordered a stir-fried broccoli.

Plain and simple.

While waiting for the food, the fat uncle and the wretched man asked a few questions respectively.

Where are you from?

What school?

What kind of food do you usually like to eat?

What are the taboos?

The food came very quickly and was placed directly on the table in front of the girls.

"Eat."

The girl hesitated for a moment, then picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

After finishing a small plate of food, the interview ended. Each of the five interviewers wrote a sentence as their own judgment.

Finally, it comes to the hands of the HR manager.

"Um, wait a minute." Chen Xiaoman called to the girl who stood up and left.

"You can take one of the red envelopes on the table over there."

Are there any red envelopes?

There was actually a red envelope for the interview.

After I got out, I curiously opened it and saw that there were ten hundred-dollar bills.

What a generous crew.

"No. 14, go in!"

Applicant No. 14 ordered a plate of "honey-glazed osmanthus bones" and the aroma was overwhelming when served.

The girl had a great time eating.

Each of the five interviewers scored.

Lin Dong did give him a good high score, but unfortunately he still failed to raise the total score.

This girl looks so ugly when she eats.

He is not good-looking to begin with, he is far different from his resume photo, and his food is so vulgar. Being on the show will make the audience lose their appetite.

The total scores and comments of the five people are displayed.

Chen Xiaoman still told the girl to get a red envelope and get out.

So red envelopes are not a good thing either.

It means you have no chance, buy a ticket and go home.

On this day, more than 30 interviewees ate more than 30 dishes, and only two did not receive a red envelope.

One is a junior student from Nortel named Yang Lan.

He looks good and has a good appetite, and his personality is cheerful and generous.

The most important thing is that he has a certain degree of popularity. After all, he started out as a child actor, but later on he changed the role after filming.

From that time to now, she has never gotten a decent role.

Long disabled.

Too angry.

Even her mother, who is like mother and son in the play, said that if you look like this, you should stop acting.

Now she was sitting in front of Lin Dong and others.

Lin Dong has no objection to choosing her.

Others also gave it good high marks.

It's just that the little girl still hasn't decided on the path she will take, and she still wants to prove herself through acting.

Internally, she didn't have much expectation of being hired.

Anyone can see this.

"I think we can sign her artist contract. The company doesn't even have a signed artist right now." Zhang Sanpang asked Lin Dong for his opinion in a low voice.

Lin Dong raised his eyes and looked at this girl.

No doubt about this.

it does not matter.

Anyway, this woman has passed away and is disabled.

Even her "mom" said so.

"It's like this. If you don't want to participate in our show, are you interested in signing a contract with our company? If there are suitable roles in the film and television dramas produced by our company, our artists will be given priority."

"Can I?" Yang Lan was very excited.

This was a complete surprise.

She came to the interview mainly because she was unwilling to remain in obscurity.

In life, isn't it just to go to higher places and make one's life more comfortable? She has been acting since she was a child, so she has a better chance of getting ahead on this path.

Once upon a time, from the top of the mountains, you could see all the small mountains at a glance.

Once you are popular, you want to be popular again.

She didn't really want to participate in the show. She knew better than anyone that she had a body that would turn into a ball whenever she ate.

"Mr. Lin?" Chen Xiaoman looked at Lin Dong.

Lin Dong nodded in agreement.

"This is my business card. Come back and find me." Chen Xiaoman took out one of his business cards.

Everyone in Crest Culture Media has their own business card.

Even the bartender Wang Shuo has one.

Yang Lan stepped forward and took it with both hands, bowed to thank everyone, and left happily.

"How to sign an artist contract?" Chen Xiaoman asked.

Shi Shanshan pondered for a moment, and then explained to the confused Lin Dong, "For newcomers, the signing period is usually five to ten years. The first three years are usually 64, the company is 6, the artist is 4, and the next three years are 46.

If the artist develops well, it may be adjusted to 37 or even 28 in the future."

"What if you are not a newcomer?" Lin Dong asked.

"If you are not a newcomer, it is usually 37. If you are optimistic about the development prospects, you can do it on 28th. If you are a real big shot, you can just let him set up a studio on 19th."

"Sister Shanshan, you know so much!" Chen Xiaoman praised every word.

In fact, she was reminding her cousin, don't say "bie" four times, you are about to reveal your secret.

You are a junior college student with little work experience. If you perform too well, you will shoot yourself in the foot.

However, Lin Dong obviously did not notice this.

"This junior fellow student Yang Lan doesn't seem to be considered a newcomer, so let's give her a 28% split."

"Well, she is now..."

"I'm optimistic about her future. Didn't you just say that if you're optimistic about her future, it's 28%?"

"Okay, Mr. Lin." Shi Shanshan touched her smooth forehead, seeming to have received a signal from her cousin.

not talking anymore.

It’s not her who pays wages anyway.