3 "Mr. Huo, what did you just say? ”

I suspect something is wrong with my hearing.

"I'm going to make my debut, right now! Ten seconds have passed, why is my name not on the hot search? Mr. Huo repeated, into my ear, nearly a hundred decibels of rage.

I feel like I need to take a sick leave to calm down.

But Mr. Huo didn't approve my leave, and asked me to quickly arrange for him to be on the hot search.

"From the perspective of a professional broker, Mr. Huo, you are not suitable."

"What's not suitable?" Mr. Huo raised his eyebrows and put on a bewitching pose, "You just said it yourself - I, Huo Jing, Yushu Linfeng, handsome and chic......"

I'm guilty.

Sure enough, people can't speak with their conscience, and they will really be punished.

"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry, I'll calm down."

I went to the toilet to wash my face, slapped myself, and made sure it wasn't a dream before I dared to go back to the president's office.

Pushing open the door again, I saw the president of the unjust seed out of nowhere to find a pair of gold-wire glasses to put on, his legs on the desk, and open his dusted "Constitution".

"Gentle and elegant, amazingly talented, talented and talented, rich and rich, how about it? Do you think I fit the character you created for me now? ”

I'm going to throw up.

At this moment, I realized what it means that language can really kill.

The words that came out of my mouth a few minutes ago are now razor-sharp blades, repeatedly attacking my vulnerable psychological defenses.

Mr. Huo's neck was tilted back, and his tie was half torn off, so deliberately that he couldn't be more deliberate.

"What are you doing! Snapshots, this is rare material! ”

Trembling, I pulled out my phone.

Dialed 120.

4

I suspect that Mr. Huo is crazy, and I plan to take him for a full body examination, which is called a routine physical examination for the artist's debut.

As a rich second generation of sand sculptures, Mr. Huo has performed the function of others very well - he easily believed me.

At this point, I don't think he can mix in the entertainment industry.

There will be no skin left.

Of course, he has money, and negative news can also be eliminated with money, but didn't he make his debut to make money? If you do this, what is the difference between it and those previous loser stars!

Mr. Huo's full body examination went smoothly, and the results of the examination were also very good, without any problems.

Mr. Huo was very proud.

He sat on a chair outside the clinic, ruffled his hair in the posture of a popular student, and looked at me triumphantly.

"Everything is normal, no bad habits, how is it, my agent, are you still satisfied? Can I make my debut tomorrow? ”

It was too oily, I was not convinced, and I added two routine brain tests to Mr. Huo on the spot.

The doctor's conclusion is that Mr. Huo's brain is fine, but the cerebral cortex is too active - I can understand how Mr. Huo's little genius-like sand sculpture ideas came from!

I really didn't want to see Mr. Huo's smug appearance, so I gave full play to the art of language.

Mr. Huo...... The doctor says you have something wrong with your cerebral cortex. ”

Mr. Huo lowered his head and was silent.

"Or, you better take a good rest for a while, about the artist contract, please believe me, my vision will not be wrong this time, Hua Lei in the trainee, maybe-"

Mr. Huo raised his head suddenly.

"Yes, you are determined to pursue your dream in the entertainment industry, what do you think of this gimmick?"

“……”

I thought, maybe it's time for me to get checked. If something comes out, I can call in a new sick leave.