My Elder Sister is a Superstar

Xingyi entertainment company is one of the top ten entertainment companies in the mainland. It has signed numerous artists and a lot of first-line stars. It has strong capital, and the whole office building is the assets of Xingyi.

Qin Baobao walked around the hexagonal building, which was 30 stories high, and the glass curtain wall reflected the dazzling sunlight. They found a parking space by the dark lane behind the building. The small BMW slid out a perfect arc and stopped steadily. Qin Baobao got her driver's license in high school. She has been driving for five or six years. Unlike most students who lock their driver's license in a drawer as a souvenir, she drives her father's car in winter and summer vacation and even on weekends to drive Qin Ze around. Where you drive is where you go, and then Keng qinze's living expenses, sitting down in the afternoon sun to drink coffee and eat. Whenever Qin Ze was very uncomfortable at that time, there were always passers-by who were attracted by Qin Baobao's beauty. One glance at Qin Baobao, another glance, felt like watching giant pandas.

Qin Ze looked at the time before getting off the bus. It showed 9:30 and drove for a whole hour. The task ends at 11:30, and he has two hours left.

It's rush hour now. In front of the Xingyi entertainment office building, men in suits and fashionable women come in and out. People who can work in this building are white-collar and gold-collar workers, high-income urban people. Qin Baobao is not surprised. His high heels are popping, but Qin Ze is somewhat restrained. He is still a college student and has never been exposed to such classes and scenes.

Entering the lobby, I asked the girl from the front desk about the interview place. In conference room 2 on the seventh floor, the two waited for three elevators before waiting for an empty seat. Originally, Qin Ze meant to squeeze in directly. But Qin Baobao gave him a white look and said what if someone touched my ass.

Qin Zexin said, it's so reasonable that I can't say anything.

In fact, Qin Baobao was once bitten by a snake, but he was afraid of the well rope for ten years. When she was in junior high school, she took the subway home, which happened to be the rush hour after work. Passengers in the carriage rubbed their shoulders one after another, and a tram fool secretly touched her ass. Without saying a word, Qin Baobao turned and hit his knee in the middle of his crotch. From then on, she was picked up by her father or took a taxi from school to school.

On the seventh floor, the receptionist opened the access control for the two people, asked about their intentions, smiled and gave Qin Baobao a number paper, saying, "the conference room is on the left hand side."

"Thank you!" Qin Baobao put the number paper into the bag and led Qin Ze inside.

On the spacious and bright corridor, there are more than a dozen handsome men and women sitting or standing. A female staff member dressed succinctly, wearing ol suit chest and hanging nameplate around her neck is standing at the door of the conference room. After seeing Qin Baobao and Qin Ze, he greeted them with a smile. Without looking at Qin Ze, "give me your resume and number paper."

Qin Baobao took out the prepared resume from his bag and gave it to her together with the number paper. The female assistant looked through it and confirmed that there was an interviewer like Qin Baobao. She politely said, "please wait a moment."

Qin Baobao sat down with Qin Ze in the chair on the corridor and bowed his head to play with his mobile phone.

Qin Ze whispered, "how angry."

"Angry what?" Qin Baobao tilted his head and looked at him curiously.

"She didn't even look at me just now."

Qin Baobao chuckled, "it shows that people have eyesight."

"You don't look too nervous." Qin Ze stabbed his sister's small waist.

"You are very nervous." Qin Baobao said.

"I'm not nervous. I just feel uncomfortable. They're all looking at you."

Qin Baobao turned to look at the handsome guys in straight suits. Some people subconsciously avoided her eyes, and some people smiled with a good self feeling. Qin Baobao's smile made many men's hearts jump wildly.

She looked back and snorted, "don't pay attention to them. I'm used to it anyway."

"But I'm not used to it. Everywhere you go, there are giant pandas, and I'm the bamboo next to giant pandas." Qin Ze said gloomily, "bamboo also has dignity, OK?"

"OK, bamboo, let me this giant panda bite." With that, he put her delicate face together to bite Qin Ze's face.

Qin Ze hurriedly pushed her away and whispered, "what are you doing? So many people are watching."

Qin Baobao cut and continued to bow his head to play with his mobile phone. "I'm not nervous. There's nothing to be nervous about. If the interview doesn't succeed, it's a big deal to change another one. Entertainment companies have all kinds of ways to find new people. Ordinary people want to become stars, there are many channels, and there are many variety shows of singing."

"Wang Lihong!"

"My turn?"

"Come in."

The former interviewer was a beautiful and lovely girl, with her head bowed and her face full of depression. A look of crying.

"How's it going? Has it passed?"

"What do you ask in an interview?"

Immediately someone came forward to inquire, full of gossip.

Qin Ze also pricked up his ears.

The little girl shook her head. "They said I couldn't sing, and I didn't come from a major, so I didn't meet the conditions for signing."

This is also a little girl who wants to get into the entertainment industry by her face. Qin Ze looked at the beauty who also wanted to eat on her face.

"Why, I can sing well." The great beauty glared at him.

Time passed quickly, and the interviewers took turns to go in, about five minutes each. Some came back with a happy face, and others came out with a calm face.

A handsome young man came out of the conference room, beaming, looking down at himself, swept the corridor, strode to Qin Baobao, sat down beside her, and politely said, "beauty, my name is Gou Dai!"

Qin Baobao glanced at him and smiled, "hello."

"You are also here for an interview. I can guarantee that you are so good that you can definitely sign a contract with Xingyi. We will be colleagues in the future, and have lunch together?" The handsome boy was electrified by her smile.

Qin Baobao's eyes turned and hugged Qin Ze's arm: "husband, how about having spicy hot at noon?"

"OK, but don't eat Malatang at night."

"Annoying."

Gou Dai left embarrassed.

Qin Ze looked at his gray back and showed his teeth to Qin Baobao: "Malatang this stem is too old. Change it next time."

"Qin Baobao!"

The female assistant shouted at the door.

"It's my turn." Qin Baobao handed the bag to Qin Ze, and the high-heeled shoes snapped on the terrazzo floor tiles, and the hips twisted with all kinds of charm.

Push open the imitation wood door, and the long conference table is placed by the French window. The interviewer sits behind the conference table, with three big bellied uncles and two middle-aged women.

When the uncles saw Qin Baobao coming in, their eyes lit up.

More beautiful than photos!

No wonder I have confidence in the entertainment industry. These days, my appearance is not up to standard, and I really don't have the courage to wade in the muddy waters of the entertainment industry.

Qin Baobao keenly perceived the blazing eyes and scanned her body from bottom to top, like a scanner. With a chill in my heart, I remembered that Qin Ze once told her that there was a popular online method to divide men and boys. It's very simple. When a little boy sees a beautiful woman, his first reaction is to look at his face, and then keep looking at his face. After driving a few times, the little boy will look down from his face and start to pay attention to his body. One day, they become veteran drivers who have been through many battles. They always look at women from bottom to top.

Qin Baobao asked at that time, what level are you?

Qin Ze was not embarrassed and insisted that he was already an old driver in theory.

Qin baobaoxin said that NIMA is an old driver.

Her face did not move, her temperament was high and cold, and she smiled politely: "teachers, my name is Qin Baobao..."

A middle-aged woman coldly interrupted, "we have your resume."

Qin Baobao's delicate eyebrows frowned, feeling the malice of middle-aged women.

The man beside the middle-aged woman coughed and warmed up with a pleasant face: "sit down first."

Qin Baobao nodded and sat on the chair prepared for the interviewer, with his legs together and his hands folded on his abdomen. A pair of slender legs wrapped in flesh colored silk stockings are particularly attractive.

When the middle-aged man glanced at Qin Baobao's long legs, he paused and said with a smile, "Miss Qin, we have seen your resume. We graduated from Fudan University and worked in a foreign-funded enterprise for another year. Both in school and employment, you have been praised by people around you. You should have a better future. Why do you choose to be an artist?"

With more than a dozen eyes, Qin Baobao sat upright without stage fright, "this is my dream."

You have a dream. Are you the biggest? The middle-aged woman muttered in her heart.

The middle-aged man laughed it off and said gently, "to tell you the truth, with your education and ability, we are very welcome, but not signing you as an artist. First of all, your major is not consistent. One minute on stage, ten years off stage. Acting is not something you can learn by speaking. And for training from scratch, we prefer to find high-quality stocks with potential."

Qin baobaoxin said that it was a wrong start. He wanted to brush my rhythm.

"But as far as I know, many famous artists were not born in relevant professional classes."

"Then do you know how many years they have been playing tricks? How many years have they endured?"

Qin Baobao has nothing to say.

"How about this? I happen to lack a secretary in my office. You have work experience, outstanding ability, and graduated from a famous university. If you are interested, you can come to me, and the salary can be discussed now."

I've had enough of this haunting secretary.

Qin Baobao: "what's the name of this teacher?"

"My name is Zhang, general manager of personnel department."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not convinced that you say so. I practiced dancing in primary school and junior high school. I have a foundation, but I don't have a foundation at all. And I sing well..."

The middle-aged woman Leng Buding said, "can qingqingzijin sing?"

Qin Baobao nodded, "yes."

The middle-aged woman raised her hand and said, "come on, sing a song."

Qin Baobao pursed her lips with lipstick and sang. Her voice has a soft magnetism, and the voice line is very provocative. Singing this song with a strong sense of vicissitudes actually complements each other.

The middle-aged woman's face changed slightly, and her singing was so good that she thought Qin Baobao had no professional training. The so-called "singing well" was good in the eyes of ordinary people, maybe it was because of other people's praise. But when she sings this lyrics, it can't be said to be perfect, and there are many mistakes in her singing method, but the voice is too good to hear, crisp and numb, itching to people's hearts.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The middle-aged woman shouted to stop, her face unchanged: "her voice is good, but her singing is completely layman. To put it bluntly, it's nonsense. It's hard to repair your voice when you go to the recording studio."

Qin Baobao's face became cold, and her delicate face became more and more like a Greek sculpture. If Qin Ze, who was familiar with her, saw it, he would know that her elder sister was on the edge of rage.