Chapter 157: Boss, i'm only 18 years old

"Drink." Wang Shuo put a wine glass in front of Gangzi.
"How does this smell resemble juice?" Gangzi wiped sweat on his forehead, the air in the bar was quite stuffy, and the air conditioner was not low enough.
"How do you feel?" Wang Shuo glanced at the flushed young young man.
"Haha, it turned out to be not as difficult as imagined, it was simply too cool, but I didn't prepare, otherwise I can say better." Gangzi couldn't suppress himself with excitement.
He likes to watch others talk about talk shows.
I used to watch more from abroad. I occasionally came to the bar with my classmates and watched a talk show performance.
But I never thought I could stand up and say it.
"All IT professionals and those who study chemical engineering have come up to say that this thing is not difficult, but I want to say it well, it is difficult to treat this as a career."
Wang Shuo had a feeling, he said it was difficult, and he wouldn't scare the boy away.
Just like when he learned to mix wine.
Seeing the video on the Internet, I thought it was awesome.
So despite his father's persuasion, he hung up and flogged, resolutely decided to quit school to learn bartending.
"Can I go up and talk tomorrow, brother, you are not familiar with this boss, help me talk about it." Gangzi said with expectation.
As for Wang Shuo's difficulty, he didn't care at all.
"It seems that you really don't know anything about your own skills," Wang Shuo laughed, and clapped his hands: "Who thinks this little brother said well, invite him to a bar. He is eighteen years old and he is a little man." ."
There were four or five tables in the bar immediately booing, arguing that they would please.
Gangzi turned around and stared at this scene blankly. He was finally able to find the appreciation of these strangers in his eyes.
This is an appreciation he has never enjoyed in his life.
"See you, I don't need to go to the boss and say, you can come anytime you want, and remember to go to the boss and ask for your today's wages later. The boss in the training suit sitting in the corner is the boss."
The barkeeper in the corner saw Gangzi look over and raised his glass.
Gangzi thinks today is like a dream.
It seems that in a moment, he has grown from a child to a character who can communicate with these adults on an equal footing.
"Go back and think about it. Our talk show has only developed in four or five years, and there are no more than ten full-time talk show actors in the entire capital region. The two you just saw are also part-timers. For occasional play, there are only circles, no Industry can’t make money. Compared with the history of more than 300 years in Europe and the United States, the systematic commercial operation can be described as a world of earth."
Wang Shuo didn't want to confuse a student who failed the college entrance examination to make a talk show.
It feels less promising than bartending.
Bartending at least does not require any culture.
When talking about talk shows, you have to have goods in your stomach, otherwise you can only say cheer when others are saying "Qiyue has no clothes, go with the child".
Or you can say Ollie gives.
Wang Shuo was very curious whether Gangzi would pass the next day, so he went to the bar to do part-time the next day.
Sure enough, Gangzi went.
Went early.
Sitting at an empty table, ordering a glass of wine, writing and painting on a notebook with his head buried.
It was written and laughed occasionally.
He went on stage again.
The performance was better than the previous day, and the atmosphere of the audience was more enthusiastic, and people kept calling for another Gangzi.
Two talk show actors who came late also sat down and applauded.
It's not that the kid Gangzi reached a high level when he started talking about talk shows.
Who made him young?
A child who dares to go up and talk, in itself is very novel to drinkers.
Speaking of the same level, an old bird said so.
Everyone smiled and finished.
But if it's a child who doesn't have all the fur and runs up...
Of course, the temporary freshness will always pass.
At the current level of Gangzi, if he wants to rely on this to eat, he is still early.
This kind of novice goes to the bar and talks about talk shows. Sometimes the boss will not give you a dime.
Even if it is given, it may be sent in twenty or fifty.
You may not make a thousand yuan a month.
After observing for four or five days, Wang Shuo carried two glasses of wine, walked up to the Gangzi who was lying on the table writing a paragraph, and gave one of them to Gangzi.
"Brother, why do I always feel a fruity taste in your wine."
"What fruit taste, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand it." Wang Shuo glared at him, and then asked: "Have you thought about it, are you really going to be a talk show?"
"Yeah, I thought about it a long time ago, I thought about it the first day."
"Are you interested in meeting someone with me."
"who?"
"Our boss."
"You sell farts..."
"Fuck off, no kidding, our company is going to have a talk show that specializes in celebrities from all walks of life. At your level, it is absolutely impossible to participate in the show, but let me see if I can help you get behind the scenes. Don't you know how to write jokes?"
"Just give it money!"
Then Wang Shuo brought Gangzi to Lin Dong.
"Brother Shuo, give me a glass of banana milk, make it thicker, I'm a little hungry." Lin Dong was watching the script of "Take a Mountain Eagle" without looking up.
The script has been brought over there.
Of course not all ~EbookFREE.me~ just need clips of his audition, but this story is not unfamiliar, so Lin Dong also watched other story versions.
This story with a historical prototype has undergone various forms of artistic interpretation.
Wang Shuo left in response.
Then the Gangzi who had been standing behind him was revealed.
Lin Dong was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Are you the Gangzi Wang Shuo said? What is your full name?"
"My name is Wang Yuegang."
After all, he is the boss of the brother, and Gangzi is more or less restrained.
What made him break even more was that he had recognized the man sitting behind his desk-the star he was complaining about on stage for the first time.
"You complained very vigorously, sharp enough."
Lin Dong put down the script and sighed, what should he say.
The video of Gangzi's complaint that day was recorded with a mobile phone and uploaded to the Internet, and this Gangzi also uploaded the video on his Weibo.
"Hey, boss, I'm only eighteen years old, I'm still an imaginary one, Tong Yan Wuji, don't take it too seriously."
Gangzi wanted to open the window and jump down.
Why did he choose such a person to make complaints?
There are so many celebrities, all of them are black.
"President Lin, banana milk is here," Wang Shuo moved very fast. Gangzi was the one he brought, and it would be no good if Mr. Lin was upset.
"Let it go, sit down."
Wang Shuo took the pool and sat on the sofa in the office.
Lin Dong walked over from behind the desk with banana milk and sat across from them.
"Lin is always like this. Just like this guy, I met him a few days ago and picked it up in a bar. I think he is pitiful, so I asked Mr. Lin, in the new variety show that Fatty Brother is preparing, Can you let him follow along and learn."