Qingmei is no match for the sky. Why are you crying when I leave?

Sitting down, elegant hands folded on the abdomen, legs together, slender beautiful legs without stockings, more tempting.

When the middle-aged woman's eyes swept over the elegant legs, she glanced viciously.

Her name is Yun Rina, and she and Wen Ya meet for the first time, so she will not be embarrassed by Wen Ya.

The reason why she maliciously made it difficult and elegant was because there was only one interview place left today, and she accepted the benefits of others and promised to leave this contract to the related household.

Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others.

Although he is the main interviewer and has a certain right to speak, who to sign in the end is decided by the four interviewers together.

She deliberately looked vicious, just to send a message to the other interviewers, that is, she was very dissatisfied when she saw Wen Ya.

So as to influence everyone's choice.

She gave her elegant look again and said,

"We have read your resume, I didn't graduate from high school, and I worked as a female worker in a garment factory... Why don't you come here as a female worker? You also don't have any specialties, isn't this a waste of everyone's time.

Hearing this, the gentle stubborn temper came up again, "No matter how humble I used to be, it is my right to chase my dreams, and I sing very well."

"You have a dream to waste everyone's time?" Yun Rina's meaning for Wen Ya was already obvious.

Several interviewers on the side were puzzled, they didn't see who Yun Rina was targeting just now, why did they suddenly target a gentleman who best met the company's requirements?

It was because of her outstanding appearance that she put more pressure on Yun Rina, and she was worried about snatching away the only remaining contract.

The middle-aged man couldn't stand it a little, Manager Cui had greeted him, and took care of Wen Ya under the same conditions.

He pushed his glasses and said gently:

"To be honest, your education and ability are not welcomed by the company. You are a pure layman, the so-called one minute on stage, ten years off stage, the company has to invest more energy, from scratch training..."

He first said something unfavorable to Wen Ya, and when he gave Wen Ya a chance later, he seemed more objective.

It won't give the other interviewers the feeling that he is helping Wen Ya speak.

"As far as I know, many celebrities are not highly educated, nor are they from academic classes." Gentle argues.

"Cut! Young people like to be so ambitious! Yun Rina said angrily: "Look at the bright surface of people, do you know how many years people have been behind them?"

Wen Ya was speechless for a while.

The middle-aged man interjected, "In this way, come here, give her a chance first, try to sing, if you can, you can't, she has nothing to say."

Yun Rina nodded, "Can you sing 'Qinghai-Tibet Plateau'?"

Wen Ya nodded, "Yes."

Yun Rina raised her hand and gestured, "Let's start."

Wen Ya adjusted her breathing, opened her lipstick-coated lips, and began to sing a cappella.

Her voice did not have any impurities, like a heavenly sound, and she shocked several interviewers when she spoke.

The song is like the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains slowly blooming, and when it comes to the chorus, it is like a waterfall pouring, and the reverberations at the end are endless.

Yun Rina's face changed slightly, she didn't expect Wen Ya to sing so well?

She originally thought that a female garment factory worker, that is, in the eyes of ordinary people, sang well, in front of their professionals, it would be unbearable.

Although Wenya still leaves a lot to be desired in singing, this sound condition is too good.

If she hadn't accepted someone else's money, she really wanted to sign Wen Ya.

"What is this singing!" Yun Rina's knuckles knocked rhythmically on the table, "The voice is okay, but your singing method is completely a layman, there is no cultivation value, listen to me, go back and step on the sewing machine well, the star has nothing to do with you." The

gentle expression began to turn cold, and she also knew that she was singing unprofessionally, but she would not say such hurtful words.

This is the rhythm to brush down the elegance, middle-aged men feel that the plasticity of elegance is very large, and there is potential to tap.

He spoke, breaking the embarrassment:

"Do you have any other talents?" Such as dancing, lyrics and music, etc.? Without these talents, the company's resources are limited and it will be difficult to sign you up.

An interviewer next to him said: "Your voice condition is not bad, but your age is embarrassing." The artists selected by the company are all between the ages of 18 and 21, and if you can have other outstanding talents, we can ignore your age.

Yun Rina smiled contemptuously and patted her resume, "This resume has been written very clearly, I studied vocal music for a few days in high school, and that thing is not a joke." Hearing

the words that were underestimated, Wen Ya could not calm down.

She doesn't seem to have any special skills other than a good voice.

It seems that she has no chance with this company and has failed her brother's good intentions.

However, if she tried it, she would be dead.

Wen Ya got up, smiled politely, and turned to leave the conference room.

As soon as she left the conference room, the interviewers started talking.

"Hmph, I don't have any skills, I still want to be an artist, what are young people thinking about all day now?" Yun Rina said.

"I think this girl's conditions are not bad, and it is worth cultivating."

"It's really good, the looks and body are among the best, the voice is pure, and it's a pleasure to listen to."

"It's a pity that there is no talent that can be obtained, and parents delay their children, and if such conditions are cultivated early, they will become great."

Yun Rina sneered, "There are more beautiful girls, and there are more good voices, and there is no shortage of beautiful and handsome guys in our circle." The

middle-aged man didn't say anything more, and wanted to introduce other entertainment companies to Wen Ya afterwards.

It can also be regarded as giving Manager Cui face.

Looking at his sister's frustrated face, needless to say, Wen Hao knew that the interview must have failed.

"Sister, it's okay, let's go to the next one." Wen Hao got up and put his arm around Wen Ya's shoulder to comfort.

"No, I won't go," Wen Ya was struck by the words just now, "Sister is old, she has no talent, and the result is the same wherever she goes." "

23 is also called older? Sister, didn't you learn vocal music in high school?

"No, if only I could dance or write lyrics and music."

Lyrics and music?

Wen Hao's eyes lit up, it is 06, and many popular songs are not yet.

"Sister, I'll help you!"