Xu Yiyi refuses the bad old man.

As a result, it's a good thing to screw up the broker.

The agent was approved by the father of the king, and then turned around and threw the anger on her head.

Xu Yiyi's appearance and talent are all mediocre. There are many people like her in the circle. If she is lucky enough to be seen and praised, maybe she will come out.

They are such small artists. They start from the same point, but they are far behind when they start.

Modeling, temperament, can maximize the distance between the first line and the second line and the 18th line.

Xu Yiyi lost the chance.

There are so many beautiful young dreamers in the hands of the agent, one more and one less, which makes no difference to him.

Xu Yiyi has not been snowed on the company's surface, but in fact, it is also similar to snow.

If there is any activity not arranged for her, the senior teacher will train new artists, but she can't turn around. A good script and variety show, let alone She has become a thoroughly marginal person. Every month, she lives in a dormitory with a small amount of subsidies. She listens to the chatter of other people about where she will go tomorrow, and occasionally gives her a disdainful look.

Xu Yiyi knows it's not going to work.

She was beaten down by her agent and bound by the contract. In this way, she was abandoned in recent years.

But isn't it these years when an artist is the youngest and the best?

She was standing in the sun, playing a role that she had to make up herself, except for a maid who had no show at all. She couldn't reach the top of her heart - such a role was almost for the group.

Then her part was over and she came out of the crew.

Lu Zhengya, who had just entered the gate, was seen from afar.

He made such a bold plan.

"Xu Yiyi! What are you doing? Have you listened to me? " The manager's roaring voice came from her mobile phone, drawing back her thoughts.

Xu Yiyi lowered his eyes and gave a feeble hum.

"Agent sneers:" I know, you have resentment in the heart, you don't take my words seriously. OK, you're tough, you're tough. It doesn't matter if you don't take me seriously. I can't serve you as a Buddha. Come to the company this afternoon. "

"What do you do in the company?" Xu asked

"Oh." The agent wanted to hang up, sniffed and sneered, and didn't give up the chance to hit her. "What else can I do? Do you really think Mr. Lu is just three words out of his mouth? Or do you think that you are so big that you can walk away when you touch other people's porcelain? "

Xu Yiyi opens his eyes slightly: "what do you mean?"

When the agent heard the fluctuation in her tone, he felt happy: "worried? Don't think too much, because when you arrive, you will find yourself more miserable than you think. "

After saying this, he hung up, leaving Xu Yiyi uneasy.

What do you mean?

What is the company going to do?

Xu Yiyi, you have nothing to do. Although there is speculation, isn't it unsuccessful? That Mr. Lu has nothing to lose.

What can he do with you?

She made psychological construction for herself, changed into a suit in the afternoon, drew a mental makeup specially, and went to the company.

The company she signed up with is not small, but also has a certain position in the industry. She has won a lot of young flowers.

Usually, when Xu Yiyi enters the company, no one will look at her for a moment.

But today is different.