Not long after, Song Wenbin left the highway and entered City S. After getting off the highway, Song Wenbin naturally couldn't drive fast, so he could only wait for the red light at the intersection. However, after waiting for three or four red lights, he heard the buzzing sound coming from behind him again. The GTR It actually appeared in his rearview mirror again.
The ghost is still lingering, Song Wenbin thought, looked at the navigation on the phone holder, and turned right at a few intersections. However, when he was waiting for the red light again, the GTR actually stopped in the lane next to him.
The window was lowered, and the GTR owner held the steering wheel and shouted loudly: "You are speeding!"
Song Wenbin frowned, thinking that he really didn't look at the almanac when he went out. He unexpectedly met a mental traffic policeman. He suppressed his disgust and passed two more intersections. The GTR was still buzzing behind him.
"I've read the regulations and am waiting to go back and retake the subject!"
The GTR owner said proudly.
Song Wenbin found it funny. He had driven on the expressways in City H and City S hundreds of times, and there was actually a stupid young man who wanted to teach him where the speed limit was and where it was not.
He wanted to get rid of the mental traffic police behind him, but until he came to Mishan International Center, the GTR was still following him firmly. There was no time to care about why women were so vindictive, Song Wenbin started looking for the interview location through the navigation on his mobile phone. As a result, not long after driving, the GTR suddenly stopped in front of him, and the short-haired woman in the car slammed the door and came out.
Song Wenbin was surprised: "Have you been following me all this time?"
The short-haired woman spat at his feet, and Song Wenbin jumped away.
"You are so sentimental." The short-haired woman sneered, "This is my unit!"
After saying that, she put on her work badge, walked past Song Wenbin with her head held high, and walked towards a building with a slightly slender step. Song Wenbin looked at the A3 sign on the building, felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and deliberately slowed down.
It wasn't until the foreign girl with short hair disappeared from the elevator that Song Wenbin walked into the building and pressed the elevator next to her.
In the elevator, Song Wenbin unconsciously lowered his expectations for today's interview.
The elevator stopped at 12F. As soon as the door opened, the smell of perfume made Song Wenbin pinch his nose. Good guy, there were a bunch of young women standing at the door talking together, all kinds of girls, black and white. They have yellow skin, white skin, domestic and foreign ones, but they are all the same - these girls all have white hair.
Song Wenbin has never seen such a uniform hair color.
He got out of the elevator with a confused look on his face and saw the words Global Model Agency on the bright sign above his head.
This is a modeling agency, Song Wenbin thought, maybe he came to the wrong place. The person requesting the interview was clearly the Seal Group, but why was the location given to me a modeling agency?
He was hesitating at the door, when a beautiful girl at the front desk saw Song Wenbin, immediately came up to him with a bright smile, put her arm on his arm and asked, "Sir, are you here for an interview?"
Song Wenbin nodded and pulled away his hand: "Yes."
"Please come with me." The girl smiled even brighter.
Song Wenbin followed the girl into the modeling agency. Soon, he saw a glass room near a photo studio. There was a statue of a golden seal at the door of the glass room.
He felt relieved now. Although he didn't know why Seal Company chose this place for the interview, it would be fine as long as he made the right choice.
At this moment, there are many people waiting outside the glass room. Among them are men with exaggerated long green manes and long green fingers. There are men with exaggerated postures and talking non-stop, and there are also men wearing tight vests with bulging muscles. man.
The muscular man saw Song Wenbin running in wearing motorcycle clothes and carrying a helmet, and smiled at him.
Song Wenbin also smiled at him, but then he remembered the company's employment needs, and his smile slowly disappeared.
Soon, someone was called into the glass room for an interview. During the interview, the men outside communicated with each other.
"What did you do before, brother?" the muscular boyfriend asked Song Wenbin nicely.
"Internet beggars." Song Wenbin said.
"Anchor." The muscular man reacted and said magnanimously: "That is also a serious profession. How many fans do you have?"
Song Wenbin thought that his account had been blocked, so where could he get fans? It was such an embarrassing thing, so he could only smile and say: "Just starting out, just starting out."
The muscular man raised his eyebrows.
"What about you? What did you do before?"
Song Wenbin asked.
"In the Olympiad, the ranking is not high. I can only rank in the top ten."
Muscle man Versailles.
Song Wenbin took a deep breath, "It's amazing!"
The muscular man smiled and ignored Song Wenbin. Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.
After listening to the discussions of the men for a while, Song Wenbin gradually became colder. These people either have special skills, have served many big names, or have many buffs. Compared with them, they are too ordinary, and I am afraid they will not have a chance of being selected.
However, after waiting for a while, the people who had entered the glass room came out one by one with frustrated faces. When the big Olympian came out, he looked even more annoyed, as if he was angry, and reminded Song Wenbin that the interviewer here had something wrong with his brain.
Song Wenbin was reminded and felt uneasy. He just put his helmet away, tidied his clothes and walked into the glass room.
The person interviewing him was a quick middle-aged man. Although he had a professional smile, there was a hint of fatigue in the corners of his eyes. It looked like he had interviewed many people today.
"Sit down." The interviewer said friendly.
Song Wenbin sat down politely.
"Who are you?" HR asked.
"We just communicated, on the boss, Rem husband." Song Wenbin joked.
"Oh~"
HR smiled, then sat up straight and said seriously: "I'm sorry for asking you to come here so quickly, but some things can only be understood in person. You previously sent me a two-dimensional picture, saying that it was your wife . But as far as I know, there are also many two-dimensional people who talk about paper wives, but there are real beauties offering olive branches, and they will not refuse. How can you guarantee that you are indeed not interested in women? ?”
Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
HR added: "I don't think your appearance is bad. You don't look like a serious enthusiast who is immersed in the virtual world. To be honest, this job requires facing various pressures in reality. We need an adult and healthy male to do it." But only if we have him prove that he has no interest in women."
Song Wenbin thought to himself that this was simply a paradox. No wonder he hadn't found the right one until now.
After pondering for a moment, Song Wenbin said: "What the boss said was a joke. In fact, I don't have much experience in the second dimension. After all, my previous job was as an anchor, and I tended to deal more with reality..."
Anchor?
HR's eyes sharpened, and he interrupted Song Wenbin sensitively: "The anchor is not interested in women? If you tell me this, no one will believe it."
"Ahem."
Song Wenbin coughed twice and sighed: "It is easy to prove other things, such as works, resume, and work experience, but how to prove this thing? I can't show you the castration certificate with a medical report, right? .”
"Do you have one?"
HR was surprised.
"Of course I didn't!"
Song Wenbin was slightly annoyed, "This is the 21st century, there are no physical eunuchs!"
HR sighed: "What you said makes sense. It's really hard to prove this matter. Alas... I'm sorry, it's just... this is a mandatory requirement from above... I..."
At this moment, the door of the glass room was pushed open, and Song Wenbin suddenly felt a sting on his back. He immediately turned around, only to find that it was the short-haired girl from before, standing at the door in surprise holding a coffee cup.
After looking at each other for a second, the expression on the short-haired girl's face changed from surprise to joy that said, "You're done."
Song Wenbin cried out bad luck in his heart.
I saw the short-haired woman walking up to HR, bending down and saying: "The needs of the white-haired woman have been found, and it's just you. The boss is in urgent need of someone, so I want you to hurry up."
"Okay, okay, don't rush me!"
HR was also a little annoyed. He whispered: "Everyone else is easy to find. How can I find someone like this!"
The short-haired woman glanced at Song Wenbin and whispered to the HR: "Although it is difficult to find and return, you cannot search randomly. You still have to comply with laws and regulations... Some people cannot be recruited randomly, for example..."
She whispered two words into HR's ear. Although Song Wenbin couldn't hear the sound, he knew from the shape of his mouth that it was the word "speeding".
When HR's professional smile appeared again on his face, Song Wenbin had already stood up and said coldly: "I think this job is not suitable for me. See you again when we are destined."
"Hey, it's not inappropriate. We still need to discuss the specific candidates. You can go back and wait for our notification."
HR said apologetically.
Song Wenbin, a twenty-five-year-old adult, would naturally not believe such nonsense. After taking the helmet, he walked towards the elevator without looking back, wanting to leave this unlucky place as soon as possible.
Fortunately, as soon as I reached the elevator door, the elevator door opened. A group of models who came to work came out from inside.
Song Wenbin wanted to wait for the models to leave before entering the elevator.
However, at this moment, I heard an exclamation: "Why are you here!?"
The voice was full of shock and astonishment, but also a bit familiar.
Song Wenbin thought he had heard this voice somewhere, and when he took a closer look, he found that the faces of the girls in the elevator seemed to be the same.
"You are so brave! Are you coming here to broadcast live!?"
A girl said loudly, pointing at Song Wenbin.
It took Song Wenbin a while to figure it out. He was surprised and said: "You are not from that night..."
He forgot the name, so he took out his phone to check it. The phone was knocked off, and the girl said excitedly: "I deleted you a long time ago! Don't even think about broadcasting here!"
"Jiajia!"
Song Wenbin finally remembered.
This was the girl he met that night near Yintai on Jiangnan Road a month ago. At that time, he was still an anchor, and he casually struck up a conversation with a girl on the roadside for the sake of promoting the show. I just didn't expect that I would meet her again in City S. It was such a coincidence.
"Are you a model here?" Song Wenbin asked friendly.
"You don't care!" Jiajia was extremely excited and said to the sisters beside her: "Look! It's him! It's him! The person I met in H City that night was him!"
"Is he the anti-female anchor who was banned!?"
The girls next to him were immediately filled with indignation.
"It's him!"
Jiajia said with red eyes.
"What a guy! He actually came here!"
The girls were extremely angry and surrounded Song Wenbin on the spot.
Song Wenbin looked at the model girls surrounded by him, frowned and asked, "What are you going to do? Don't mess around."
