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Thinking of it this way, Song Qingyao's mind was not as worried as before, and she gradually settled down.

She even snorted coldly, and muttered in a low voice, "Some people, don't slap their faces and pretend to be fat. They will lose the election. I won't be the one who will be ridiculed. But I remind you well, if you don't listen, it's fine." .”

An Yi just smiled indifferently, "If that's the case, let's wait and see!"

After finishing speaking, An Yi lowered his head, unwilling to continue paying attention to Song Qingyao.

The two sat awkwardly one behind the other like this, and the air around them was filled with the breath of daggers and swords, and even the staff next to them felt it, but this kind of thing happened from time to time at the interview site, so these jobs The personnel are also not surprised, as if nothing happened, doing what they are doing on their own.

Fortunately, the media was not invited to the interview site this time.

Otherwise, if the scene of the two people confronting each other is captured by the media, it should be well publicized.

Although it is well known that the discord between An Yi and Song Qingyao is on the table, it can still cause a lot of gossip after all, and it is also a news headline to watch, and maybe this gossip will still be interesting. Will be talked about a lot of time.

After the last candidate came out of the room, An Yi became a little nervous.

The performances just now seemed good to her, but the interviewers might not think so, and Song Qingyao still had a relationship like that, whether she could get the endorsement smoothly, An Yi's heart was uncertain.

As for the determined appearance just now, it was just to anger Song Qingyao.

Thinking about it so suddenly, An Yi even felt a little regretful that he had just looked complacent in front of Song Qingyao.

Why doesn't she know how to restrain herself?
The last candidate was obviously not selected by the interviewer. After packing his things, he left the scene quickly.

The scene that was originally full of artists and managers quickly left only An Yi and Song Qingyao, as well as their respective managers and assistants. The scene that was originally somewhat noisy suddenly became so quiet that one could even hear each other's breathing Voice.

An Yi clenched his hands on his knees slightly, thinking of everything that happened just now, and began to think about his interview just now.

In fact, the whole interview process went smoothly beyond her imagination.

Many questions were asked directly to the point, and An Yi had also prepared beforehand, so basically nothing went wrong.

Although in the face of absolute strength, the so-called relationship households are nothing more than floating clouds, but An Yi is still a little worried in his heart, not only worried that his own strength is not enough, but also worried that Song Qingyao's backing is too strong. Can't shake this backer.

"Yi Yi, you don't have to be afraid that if you talk about backing, look at the entire entertainment industry, no one is your opponent."

After all, the husband is the president of a well-known company, and the teacher is a well-known senior in the entertainment industry. He is even about to enroll in the National Film Academy. Not many people can get it.

There was a slight smile on the corner of An Yi's mouth, "That's what I said, but endorsement depends on luck and fate, I don't know..."

She hadn't had time to finish her next words.

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and a blond man with blue eyes walked out. It was the Mr. Heywood that An Yi had known before.

Mr. Heywood's gaze scanned the entire waiting room, and finally landed on An Yi. The expression on his face suddenly became agitated, with enthusiasm unique to foreigners, and he spoke in broken Chinese. Say hello to An Yi: "Hi! Hello! You are still here! It's great!"

An Yi also stood up and responded with the same bright smile, "You told me to stay, of course I will do so."

"That's really good!" Mr. Heywood didn't know what he was excited about, and went straight to An Yi, "Just now we were discussing who should be the spokesperson, but I had some disputes with those colleagues, so It will not be determined for a while."

An Yi thought they had the answer, but he didn't expect that they hadn't reached a conclusion yet.

And now there were only her and Song Qingyao left on the scene.

In other words, even if the final endorsement is settled, it will only fall between Song Qingyao and her, and no third person will appear to compete for this endorsement.

And Mr. Haiwude said that just now they were arguing over who endorsed the brand, which means that they haven't discussed a definite result until now. She and Song Qingyao, no matter who they are, have May be selected.

A faint sense of tension rose in An Yi's heart.

But immediately, she suppressed this nervousness again, and said to Mr. Heywood: "I am very satisfied to be able to come to this interview and get this opportunity. As for the choice, please follow your own heart, choose the most suitable spokesperson.”

"That's natural." Mr. Heywood moved a little closer, but still kept a gentleman's distance.

He said in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Actually, I like you very much, and I also want to go to your home to read your calligraphy!"

"I'll give you my contact information. If you're free, I welcome you here at any time." Seeing Mr. Heywood's childish appearance, An Yi couldn't help but said, "It doesn't matter if I can be the last spokesperson, we can all be friends, can't we?"

"That's right!" Mr. Haywood took out his mobile phone, "Hurry up and tell me your address!"

As soon as the words fell, An Yi took the mobile phone in his hand and entered his address on the screen.

The way she and Mr. Heywood were so familiar, as well as Mr. Heywood's attitude towards her, made Song Qingyao, who had been watching from the side, very jealous.

The hand that had been hidden in the sleeve silently clenched into a fist.

Song Qingyao's expression was a little nervous, and a trace of jealousy spread uncontrollably in her heart. Why didn't she know when the relationship between An Yi and Mr. Heywood was so good? !Has it reached the point where they can exchange addresses?
A sense of crisis emerged from the bottom of her heart, Song Qingyao narrowed her eyes, knowing that she could not underestimate An Yi.

It seemed that she had overlooked this before.

Fortunately, the old man had already promised her that no matter what, he would hand over the endorsement to her.

Thinking of this, Song Qingyao's mood gradually improved, and the sense of crisis in her heart gradually dissipated.

She stays here now only to wait for the final result, and also to slap An Yi in the face when the result is announced, so that An Yi can clearly understand who is the real master of the entertainment industry !
After leaving the address for Mr. Heywood, An Yi returned the phone.

Satisfied, Mr. Heywood put the phone in his pocket, and then he resumed his serious appearance, and said to everyone present, including the staff: "This is the end of today's interview, because we had some disputes as a result. , so we still need to discuss for a while, you go back first!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Qingyao stood up excitedly, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't you say that the result will come out after a while? Why do you have to wait so long!"

Could it be that something went wrong in the middle! ?

Song Qingyao couldn't imagine that if it wasn't for the identity of the other party, she might have rushed to question her directly.

Mr. Heywood saw that Song Qingyao looked a little bit like a street shrew, frowned slightly, and said in a somewhat stern tone: "I have already said that we had a little dispute during the interview, so we need to continue to discuss.

"If you don't want to wait, you might as well quit now. It just so happens that I also have the opportunity to give the spot to someone I like."

In fact, Mr. Heywood didn't really like Song Qingyao.

It's just that, between her and other candidates, she is considered a good seedling.

Of course, Heywood had such thoughts before he met An Yi. After meeting An Yi, he was very sure in his heart that the spokesperson he was looking for was An Yi, not someone else.

However, at this time, Song Qingyao's arrogant arrogance suddenly dropped when Mr. Heywood said this.

She said submissively: "I'm sorry, I didn't think too much about this matter, and I will patiently wait for the result."

"It will definitely happen within today, and I will tell you the result. You won't be kept waiting for a long time. Don't worry about that!"

Although she looked down on Song Qingyao very much, she still had to say what should be said.

After Mr. Heywood took another look at Song Qingyao, he returned to the room and was about to discuss the final candidate with several other interviewers.

The moment the door was closed, Song Qingyao realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had already oozed from her forehead, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from her back, even sticking to her clothes.

The sense of crisis that had been so hard to subdue before gradually surfaced in my heart.

Originally, the endorsement most likely belonged to her, but now the result seems to be biased.

All this thanks to Anyi!
She looked at An Yi with resentment, just in time to meet An Yi's gaze from over there. The moment her eyes met, there seemed to be something constantly rubbing in the air, and there was a flash of lightning in Shenzhen.

The struggle between two women has always been a bloodbath.

"I really didn't expect you and Mr. Heywood to have an affair." Song Qingyao couldn't help showing a mocking look, "But does Gu Yinan know about the relationship between you two? Or in order to get This endorsement, you have already started to use any means?"

"Why didn't I know that I started to use unscrupulous means?" An Yi asked rhetorically.

Between Song Qingyao's gradually gloomy face, she added without hesitation: "Aren't you the unscrupulous person? Or are you trying to hide your ears?"