Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

Less than 24 hours after Xianyu Entertainment posted its job advertisement, Yu Le's inbox already had a despairing number of unread emails: "999+".

For the next few days, Yu Le lay sprawled on the sofa at home, holding the overheated laptop in his hands, feeling like a scavenger searching for treasures in a garbage dump.

This isn't a job posting; it's practically a grand celebration of human biodiversity.

The subject line of the first email was explosive enough: "Dear Father-in-law, Your son-in-law greets you!"

When I clicked on it, wow, it was a long essay of three thousand words, talking about everything from the creation of the world by Pangu to how compatible his and Liu Qianqian's birth charts were, accompanied by a selfie that was so heavily photoshopped that his facial features almost disappeared, which was quite an eyesore.

"Delete, block, and goodbye."

Yu Le tapped the mouse expressionlessly.

Next letter.

"I'm a retired special forces soldier. I once single-handedly captured a wild boar. As long as you give me food, I'll shoot wherever the boss tells me to!"

That's interesting.

Yu Le clicked on the attached photo and saw a shirtless man showing off his biceps to the camera, with a row of cured meat hanging in the background.

"Brother, I'm hiring agents, not thugs to collect protection money. Besides, wasn't it clearly stated that I want women, not men!"

Yu Le sighed and continued scrolling down.

I weigh 200 pounds, but I'm very agile; I can take a bullet for Sisi!

"Proficient in the I Ching and Bagua, able to predict the company's financial fortune and even help Qianqian predict her love luck!"

Marry Sissi to me, and I'll give you half the empire!

The creativity of this generation of netizens is so amazing, it's a waste that they're not performing crosstalk at Deyun Club.

Yu Le rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling like he wasn't running a company, but rather conducting a free clinic at a mental hospital.

From the second bedroom, the faint sound of Liu Qianqian practicing singing could be heard.

"I know~ I've always had a pair of invisible wings~"

The sound is clear and has a strong penetrating power.

This girl has really been working hard lately. After learning that Yu Le had opened a studio specifically for her, she put away her playful nature and became incredibly diligent at home.

Yu Le nodded with satisfaction and continued his "gold mining in the shit" business.

He decided to read the last three letters.

If there are still no normal people, he's prepared to stake out the entrance of the Beijing Film Academy and recruit men.

The third to last letter.

Title: Yang Nuo - Job Seeking for Recent Graduates - Media Major

Unpretentious.

There were no exclamation marks, no "father-in-law," and no strange emojis.

Among a sea of ​​shouting "Pick me! Pick me!", this line of text stands out as exceptionally neat, exuding a clarity that hasn't yet been battered by society.

Yu Le paused for a moment, then clicked on it.

The attached resume popped up.

This girl is a bit...

The girl in the ID photo has bangs, a round and fair face, big eyes like two black grapes, and two small tiger teeth when she smiles.

It looks like a typical little white rabbit.

They look so easy to bully, the kind of person who would be tricked by a creepy old man with a lollipop on the street, and would even help the seller count the money after being sold out.

"This won't do."

Yu Le clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"She looks so soft and delicate, wouldn't she get eaten alive by those old foxes if I took her out to negotiations? Then I'd have to protect her instead!"

Just as he was about to close the window, his gaze inadvertently fell on the "Personal Strengths" section at the bottom of the resume.

The mouse stopped.

[Specialty/Skill]:

1. Proficient in Microsoft Office software and skilled in PPT presentation enhancement.

2. English CET-6, fluent in spoken English.

3. Black belt in Taekwondo.

4. She won the runner-up title in the women's group of the Beijing College Student Sanda Competition.

5. Skilled at opening watermelons with bare hands and lifting gas cylinders with one hand.

Yu Le: ?

He held up the laptop and looked at it closely.

That's right.

Black and white on white paper.

The girl in the photo, smiling like a glutinous rice ball, has these skills—skills that could land you in the orthopedics department—displayed prominently on her resume.

This contrast is like seeing a Hello Kitty suddenly pull out a Gatling gun.

"That's interesting."

Yu Le sat up straight and threw the half apple back into the plate.

Media studies major, knowledgeable in the field.

Recent graduates, cheap, obedient, and easy to fool.

They look harmless, which makes people lower their guard.

But when it comes to actually taking action...

Yu Le imagined it for a moment.

Just as a greasy investor was about to make a groping move on Liu Qianqian, the little white rabbit next to her suddenly sprang up, slammed the 200-pound fat man into the wall with an over-the-shoulder throw, then clapped her hands and sweetly said, "Oops, my hand slipped."

Wonderful! ! !

This is hardly a broker.

This is clearly a wolf in sheep's clothing! He's a bodyguard specially tailor-made for Liu Qianqian!

Yu Le glanced at the contact information on the resume.

Address: Chaoyang District, Beijing...

It's right here in the local area.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number.

"Beep—beep—"

It rang twice, then the call connected.

"Feed? Hello?"

The voice coming through the receiver was soft, sweet, and cloying, like freshly baked cotton candy.

With that voice, let alone hitting someone, it feels like if you just raise your voice slightly to her, she'll burst into tears right there.

Yu Leqing cleared his throat and adopted the airs of a boss.

"Is that Yang Nuo?"

"It's me! It's me! May I ask who you are...?"

The other person's speech suddenly quickened, revealing a sense of anxiety and anticipation; they probably had sent out a lot of resumes but received no response.

That makes sense, after all, what normal agency would care about your Taekwondo black belt!

"This is Salty Fish Entertainment."

Yu Le spoke in a languid tone, with a casual air reminiscent of Jiang Taigong fishing.

"After reviewing your resume, I think you have extraordinary potential—a natural talent for martial arts… cough, I mean, a good candidate to be an agent. Would you be interested in a chat?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately following was a series of loud clattering sounds of tables and chairs colliding, as if someone had jumped up in excitement and knocked something over.

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm interested! I have time! I can come over right now! Boss, where are you? I'll be there immediately!"

This reaction.

Looks like I'm really hungry.

Yu Le gave the address of the company that had just been painted white and was free of anything except formaldehyde.

"Bring your resume, and your... black belt certificate."

"Okay, boss! No problem, boss! Goodbye, boss!"

hang up the phone.

Yu Le twirled his phone in his hand twice, feeling great.

These days, it's not easy to find a normal person, and it's even harder to find a normal person who can fight.

"Sissi!"

He shouted towards the second bedroom.

"Stop howling! Pack your things and come with me to the studio."

The singing stopped abruptly.

The door was suddenly flung open, and Liu Qianqian poked her head out with messy hair and an excited look on her face.

"Going to the studio? Is there a big deal? Am I going to get an endorsement? I want to film that chocolate guy!"

"Dream on."

Yu Le stood up and tossed her her coat.

"Let me introduce you to your new bodyguard... uh... new agent."