Paul came early today, he still had ten minutes before going to work.
There were only a few colleagues sitting scattered in Nuoda's office area. Even so, he was still scolded by the executive.
There was obvious confusion on Paul's face: "I want to know why."
"What why?"
"Why me?"
Mu Su leaned back, took off his sunglasses, and revealed the dark eyes behind him: "You helped me when I was in trouble, but I have always been narrow-minded...repay the favor."
Are you trying to say that you are narrow-minded...
Paul complained in his mind and pondered: "Is this considered charity?"
"Calculate."
Mu Su's decisiveness made Paul startled for a moment and he started to laugh.
After a few seconds, he stopped smiling, sat up slightly and asked, "I want to hear the reward first."
"Are you so careful?" Mu Su raised his eyebrows and folded his slender legs.
Paul shrugged: "My job is hard-earned, and I don't want to lose it easily. Even though I'm just a bank clerk."
"Is this why you endure the humiliation?"
"Yes." Paul answered.
Mu Su nodded and raised a finger: "Responsible for everything an agent should do, and my salary is 5% of all my income."
Then don't lift a finger.
Paul complained in his heart and did not immediately agree: "That's all?"
"I think the mission and reward are both included."
Paul thought about it carefully and found that it was indeed the case. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when the frosted glass door of the office opened and a plump face poked out and said word by word: "Please do not chat with irrelevant strangers during working hours."
Office employees look this way.
Mu Su retracted his gaze, straightened his arm to expose his wrist, and glanced at the wrist watch drawn on it: "I'll give you 3 minutes to finish it."
Paul nodded, pushed away his chair and stood up, walking towards the glass door with the wind at his feet.
"Hey calm down..." a passing colleague reminded in a low voice.
Without saying a word, Paul opened the door and entered the office.
"Who let you in-"
When the glass door is closed, the sound inside disappears.
Mu Su lazily retracted into his chair and looked up leisurely to look at the layout of the office area.
Not long after, the sound of a fierce argument came muffled through the frosted curtain wall.
Two minutes later, Paul rushed out of the door and walked up to Mu Su under the gaze of everyone.
snap——
He threw the work card on his chest back on the table.
"I thought you were going to beat him up." Mu Su tilted his head and glanced sideways at Paul.
"My savings are not enough to pay the bail. It's a different matter if you treat me."
"Don't even think about it." Mu Su sat up with his hands on the armrests, picked up his sunglasses and put them on. "Take your things and go."
Paul nodded, tidied up casually, and followed Mu Su away amidst the astonishment of all his colleagues.
Half an hour later, room 601 of the Hollywood Boulevard Hotel.
"How much do you know about what an agent needs to do?" Mu Su, who could lie down instead of standing or sitting, leaned on the bed and looked at Paul.
"The clients I have contacted include several celebrities and agents." Paul answered in a neither humble nor condescending way.
Mu Su raised five fingers: "I only have one request. Get me a sponsor today. I have no money. Oh, and bring back a notebook."
Then there are only two requests for you to hold up five fingers.
Continuing to complain in his heart, Paul said: "About the agent contract..."
"Go and solve it yourself, and sign it for me when the time comes." Mu Su lowered his head to tease the gray cat and said without raising his head.
After taking a bath, the gray cat looks... much darker.
Paul agreed, turned around and left. When he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned around and said: "Buying a computer——"
"I have no money."
The voice was interrupted by Mu Su.
Paul paused, opened the door and left the room.
He acted quickly and came back an hour later with the computer and the contract. Mu Su signed the contract without even looking at it, put away the contract, and started working for his new boss.
On the other side, Mu Su unfolded his computer.
The notebook is covered in bright silver, and the logo on the back is a bitten apple. It is actually a brand new Apple computer. It can be seen that Paul is really interested in this job even though he doesn't say it.
Mu Su is quite satisfied, but this operating platform is a bit anti-human...
Log in to Rotten Tomatoes, browse through the lines one by one, and open Google to search for the keywords "Mu Su" + "Grudge".
In this way, you can search for content about yourself in detail, which he always does in reality, such as "Mu Su" + "Mu Su Su Biography".
When the search content appeared, Mu Su leaned his head against the wall, squeezed out his double chin, and looked at the comments praising him with a silly smile.
It was already the second day after the movie was released, and after a period of fermentation, discussions arose. Most of them discussed the plot, but only a small part mentioned Musu, the leading actor who appears throughout the film and has more scenes than Kayako.
These people were either praising Mu Su's acting skills, or asking about who Mu Su was. For example, they asked, "Are you Chinese like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee? Do you know kung fu?"
Some comments said that Japanese movies are naturally made by Japanese people, and then another group of comments said that the name Mu Su is a Chinese name, and they were very quarrelsome.
Time flowed by as Mu Su browsed quietly. At noon, the hotel sent a free and sumptuous lunch. After eating, Paul came back.
He reported his work with sweat on his cheeks: "There are many merchants who are very interested in you endorsing their products, but the endorsement fee is only a maximum of one hundred thousand dollars a year, and most of them are small and unknown brands. I don't recommend-"
"I took it."
Paul's voice stopped abruptly: "Are you going to accept all these endorsements...?"
Mu Su, who couldn't masturbate but had to masturbate to the cat, nodded: "Yes. Those who have conflicts and are not local will be fine, and those who don't give cash will not be accepted. Remember, whoever gives more money, we will agree to use the money to buy water.
The army spreads my reputation, and also calls me some chickens."
"Fried chicken or turkey?" Paul asked subconsciously.
"Chicken on the street."
"It's not good for your reputation—"
"A bad reputation is also a reputation, right?" Mu Su interrupted him rudely again. He was in urgent need of fame. "Who is the current president?"
"George Walker Bush."
"Forget it, this guy is very good at hiding from shoes. I don't have much chance."
"...?"
…
Martin rubbed his chin and fell into thought.
The smaller one next to her was smelling the fragrance and then stroking her chin and thinking.
"Sell it, you won't need it anyway." Rabbit said weakly.
They underestimated how bored they were, and within a day, all the snacks and drinks they had bought from selling the furniture were gone.
The few people who are so poor that they only live in this apartment pay attention to the video player and air conditioner, which are temporarily unavailable during this season...
…
Paul's face was filled with joy as he brought good news.
"TBS' Conan Show has invited you. It is a well-known program in the United States. They want to interview you. Columbia Pictures recommends that you agree, which will have a great publicity effect."
"when?"
Chapter completed!