5 Huo is going to make his debut, it seems to be a certainty.

I can't persuade him, so I can only find a way to make him retreat.

I ordered him a seven-day devil training camp for the company, which is called the necessary process before the artist's debut. Sure enough, it lived up to my expectations, and the silly Bai Tianhuo always believed it again.

Before Mr. Huo went, as a special assistant, I invited the supervisors at all levels to dinner.

Everyone drank and talked happily, and they all surrendered: "I understand, Mr. Huo is just a whim, how can we really train, we must stop at the end and never let Mr. Huo be wronged." ”

I slammed my wine glass angrily: "You guys look down on Mr. Huo!" As Mr. Huo's special assistant, I want to criticize you, how can you be so unconfident in your boss? Today's meal is to tell you that our Mr. Huo has always been strict with himself, lenient with others, leading by example, and does not need preferential treatment! ”

Cruel! Torture me to death!

Supervisors at all levels had an epiphany.

On the first day of special training, I drove to pick up Mr. Huo at five o'clock on time, and then took him home at nine o'clock in the evening.

When I came during the day, Mr. Huo greeted me warmly and asked me if I was tired. When he went back in the evening, he looked at me as if he were looking at an enemy, the kind that killed his father and took his wife.

With a wave of my hand, I took Mr. Huo to his favorite restaurant and gave him the menu.

"I'm sorry Mr. Huo, it is a mistake to not synchronize the training content and intensity with you in time, the devil training camp is a place where all artists in our company who are not up to standard must go, mainly in the short term, under the premise of safety, the artist will be made into the appearance expected by the audience, so the exercise training and dietary restrictions will be a little stricter......"

I don't believe this, I just deliberately targeted you, what?

"Being a professional artist actually requires a high degree of self-discipline. Mr. Huo, you have also seen that those artists who are not self-disciplined have collapsed. ”

If you are scolded by your words, you will be masochistic...... Oh no, self-discipline, or don't dream of being an artist.

"In this way, since it was a mistake in my work, I will treat you tonight and atone for your sins, you can order as you like."

The menu is full of dishes that Mr. Huo likes, so I waited for him to overeat and gain weight, and if he couldn't meet the standards of the training camp, he would be returned, and then I would take a prepared artist surnamed Hua to fill the position.

But I underestimated my boss.

Mr. Huo gritted his teeth and ordered a vegetable salad with ice.

He gritted his teeth and chewed an entire glass of ice, as if he were chewing not ice, but two hundred and six bones in my body.

It doesn't matter, I, as a good agent, a senior assistant who is used to being submissive, and very experienced in dealing with threats?

I ordered a set of Mr. Huo's favorite set meal for myself on the spot, and ate it slowly in front of him.

Well, it smells so good!

6

On the third day of the special training, my tricks of asking Mr. Huo to eat at night under various pretexts in an attempt to sabotage his training results were useless.

Mr. Huo has immunity, so it's time for me to evolve.

On the same day, I took the three-Michelin star dinner to the training room, and when Mr. Huo was sweating profusely, I elegantly cut a steak and took a sip of red wine.

And he could only pick up a lettuce leaf aggrievedly.

I went for three days in a row, but Mr. Huo didn't get hit, and I became the public enemy of the entire training room.

On the last day of the special training, some sharp-eyed colleagues found out and came to ask me why.

"Why don't you want Mr. Huo to make his debut so much? Could it be you and Mr. Huo, hehehehe......"

"It's a long story." My plan failed, and I used alcohol to kill my sorrows.

"Let's make a long story short." The surroundings were full of gossipy eyes.

I raised my forehead and sighed, and said seriously: "If Mr. Huo really debuted, wouldn't the whole world know that he was a sand sculpture......"

"I think back then, Mr. Huo saved my dog's life, and when it came, the only trust I had to take care of Mr. Huo was to take care of him." I was so angry that I started talking nonsense.

"What, our handsome and charming Mr. Huo is actually a sand sculpture?!"

The young ladies excitedly shared the news in the company's gossip group.

Now it's okay, the whole company knows that Huo is always a sand sculpture.

The ancients honestly didn't deceive me, but they really borrowed wine to kill their sorrows!

I looked at the list passed by Mr. Huo's special training and signed my name in humiliation.

A young lady was really sad to see me, and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me: "Sister Song, if you want to open up, even if Mr. Huo doesn't make his debut now, everyone knows that he is a sand sculpture, from this point of view, your troubles have been solved." ”

I was so touched that I wanted to play a song for her on the spot.

- Listen to me and thank you, because of you, the four seasons are warm.

That night, I drove Mr. Huo home, and he asked me in hindsight: "You don't want me to make my debut, do you think that other artists are better than me and have more potential than me, such as that ...... flower?"

"No, Mr. Huo, you are the best, believe in yourself!"

I interrupted Mr. Huo's words, and I had no conscience in my daily life. And Huo is always really easy to deceive, he really shut up, and admired his prosperous beauty in the rearview mirror.

I began to paralyze myself, because as an agent, if I can't even trust my artists, then how can I make the audience believe it!

"Huo is always the best...... Ho is always the best...... Ho is always the best ......"

…… No way. Hinting at it three hundred times doesn't seem to have any effect.

Oh, it still works.

I was absent-minded, driving and knocking over a garbage can, and Mr. Huo looked at me like a stupid roe deer.

I was speechless for a while, and Mr. Huo got out of the car silently, helped the trash can, and picked up the garbage back.

This is the first time in my life that I have watched Mr. Huo pick up garbage, and it may be the last time.