Wu followed again.
Anxi wasn't surprised, why was she?
She had guessed that this day would come from the moment Wu opened his mouth to talk about love.
Not to mention that getting used to it is a terrible thing.
"Will you follow me upstairs first?" The lady at the front desk respectfully led the way.
An Qian didn't leave, and naturally Wu wouldn't leave either. He stopped where he was, put his sunglasses back on, and then turned his head blatantly to where An Qian was, and didn't move for a long time.
Do you think you don’t know where you are looking when you put on sunglasses?
An Qian tilted her head and raised the invitation letter in her hand to block Wu's sight through her sunglasses.
"You go over there, to the sixth floor."
The other front desk lady was not so polite when facing these players. She pointed at them casually and sat back down.
The players didn't dare to say anything and just followed the direction pointed by the front desk lady.
Anxi also quickly followed.
But after walking for a while, they discovered that getting closer and closer to them was an iron gate with a green safety exit sign.
Do you want them to go up the stairs? The difference is really big.
"There's no elevator here?"
A man with shoulder-length hair who looked like a wandering artist pointed at the iron door and asked the lady at the front desk.
The front desk lady replied without raising her head: "Which elevator do you assistants take? Don't delay the anchors from going to work."
When the artist man heard this, his face tightened with anger: "How many vulgar anchors are competing with me? Do you know how much one of my paintings can sell for? Do you know how much art I create?" noble?"
The lady at the front desk ignored the artistic man bragging about his art. She just glanced at him sideways and said, "Do you still want to do it? If you don't want to do it, just leave. There are plenty of applicants."
With that said, the front desk lady picked up the microphone on the table and prepared to call the upper management.
"Hey, hey, hey..." Liu Weihong came out to smooth things over. He smiled and said to the lady at the front desk: "Young people are very energetic. Don't be the same as him. Let's go up now."
After smoothing things over, he pushed the artistic man forward.
The group of people looked at the endless stairs and felt troubled.
You can climb, but if you climb up, you will lose half your life.
"Cough." There was a moderate cough from behind, which happened to reach Anxi's ears.
Looking back, Wu put his fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss and said, "Baby, you can take the elevator with me."
Anxi gently waved her hand to brush away the invisible blowing kiss.
She looked at the stairs and then at the elevator.
In the end, I chose to take the elevator with Zai Wu.
"Ding!"
The sixth floor has arrived.
"Your agent is already inside." The receptionist in the elevator reminded her.
"OK."
Anxi stepped out of the elevator, and Wu followed her without wasting a second to go out together.
"Please wait...!" The front desk lady quickly stopped Wu, and she said cautiously: "The... boss is waiting for you on the eighth floor."
When Wu heard what the front desk lady said, he flipped up his hair impatiently, but the moment he put his hand down, he turned into a smile and faced An Qian: "Baby, I have something to do, see you later."
Anxi waved goodbye to him and took advantage of his light to get into the elevator. She had to have a correct attitude.
The elevator door closes.
Other players were still climbing the stairs, and Anxi didn't want to wait any longer.
She knocked on the door, but there was no response, so she opened the door and walked in.
Open the door.
The noise in the house nearly exploded her head.
All kinds of strange and weird ghosts gathered together. Some were practicing their live broadcast skills, some were picking on each other, and some were selecting products with their assistants.
"..."
An Qian was so frightened by the noisy scene that was comparable to Spring Festival travel that she dared to walk close to the wall.
"You're the new agent assistant, right?"
From a distance, a ghost with gold-rimmed glasses and a swollen head like a water-filled rubber ball spoke to Anxi.
He glanced at An Qian casually, without bothering to raise his eyelids, and pointed behind him with the pen in his hand: "Go, there is a computer there, enter your personal information, and the system will automatically assign you an anchor."
"Assign me an anchor?" Anxi wondered, "I'm here to be an agent's assistant, right?"
"The company is training you!" The ghost with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly raised his voice and said sternly: "Don't be ungrateful! There are many people who want to do this job!"
So what does this have to do with assigning anchors?
Anxi didn't understand what the eye ghost was saying.
Although it was conclusive, it still didn't answer her. Why should a person who applied for an agent assistant be assigned to be an anchor? Shouldn't it be assigned to which agent?
Full of doubts, Anxi walked to the computer at the back and shook the mouse to light up the screen.
On the screen is a simple form that requires filling in information such as name, birthday and mobile phone number.
However, there is a special column where you need to fill in your nickname.
Anxi was stunned for a moment when she saw this column. Then she thought about the fact that the professions related to live broadcasting rarely had real names, and would be replaced by a simple nickname.
"What should I call it..."
Anxi sat in her seat and thought.
Suddenly, a group of colorfully dressed ghosts with loud voices came toward Anxi. They were about to go out from the door. One of the ghosts with dreadlocks caught sight of Anxi sitting in front of the computer and glanced at the other ghosts. .
The other ghosts understood and came to Anxi's side.
"Hey, new assistant?"
A ghost wearing a pink mink coat approached Anxi. She took off the pink sunglasses on her face to look at Anxi's clothes, and then sneered: "It's so tacky."
"Let me see what this little assistant is doing?" The dreadlocked ghost approached the computer, "Oh, what about a nickname? Let's help her think of it!"
The ghost wearing pink sunglasses smiled: "Hahahaha, in my opinion, it would be nice to call her Little Dog."
As soon as she said this, her friends around her all agreed, and the dreadlocked ghost directly grabbed Anxi's keyboard and mouse and typed the word "little local dog" in the introduction.
"?"
Anxi looked shocked and didn't understand why they would do this, but she didn't forget to take out the bone nails from her arms to fight back.
But she hasn't taken out the bone nails yet.
The ghost with gold-rimmed glasses suddenly shouted and stopped her: "As an assistant, be honest! What does the anchor say? I'll be careful to fire you!"
Taking advantage of the gold-rimmed glasses ghost yelling, the dreadlocked ghost moved his finger and pressed the "submit" button.
at the same time.
[The copy "The Rising Star Agent of the Live Broadcasting Session" has been opened]
[This copy is a personal collection copy, please abide by the rules and live well]
[Copy content: YQM Live Broadcasting Company seized the opportunity in its early years and flourished, becoming the largest live broadcasting company in Wucheng.
However, in recent years, various companies have poured in to seize the live broadcast market, and the popularity of YQM's anchors has also plummeted.
You have been recruited to help the streamers plan new routes to soar their popularity! 】
[Conditions for clearing the copy: Collect the authentication signatures of three anchors]
