Hundreds of ways for the protagonist to seduce cannon fodder

Lu Dishu didn't expect him to say such things.

Hearing these words, he was stunned for a moment subconsciously - he originally thought this person was a bit inexplicable for his sudden action of handing over his business card, but as soon as he heard his words, he suddenly understood.

So that's it. That's why he meets him often recently, right? Lu Dishu guessed.

After all, Lu Dishu is very self-aware. His body and appearance are indeed very good-looking and lovable. Many people in the art department have confessed to him.

This was what he was thinking in his heart, but Lu Cishu didn't show it on his face - he said to the person who might become his boss, "No wonder, it's for this reason that you follow me." Just think about it and you will know this kind of mentality. How big.

Lu Dictionary is now strapped for cash. Therefore, even though the profession of model was completely unrelated to what he had studied, for the sake of the watch on the hand of the man opposite, Lu Dishu still answered cautiously:

"I have never studied modeling, and I have no experience in being a model for others."

The man opposite smiled - his smile was beautiful, with a gentle feeling of spring breeze blowing on his face, and he was gentle and elegant.

The man rolled up his sleeves and looked into Lu Dishu's eyes. His voice was unexpectedly friendly and gentle: "If you don't mind being a model for me, I certainly won't think that inexperience is a problem."

? ? ? Lu Jishu really thought this person was a bit strange - what boss wouldn't care about his employees' lack of work experience? When recruiting, the company will also ask you if you have ever worked in this industry! He raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, but the man in front of him didn't look like the kind of person who would make useless decisions.

He looked away - this man was not short of money anyway.

Lu Dishu coughed and asked: "So the salary...will it take time?"

The man looked at his face and replied in a questioning tone: "Is 300 an hour okay under normal circumstances?"

300 an hour? ! 300? ! This is worth his four-hour part-time job for four or five days! The man's unblinking gaze at him didn't make Lu Dishu feel scared anymore.

Lu Dishu almost wanted to nod immediately, but in the end he pursed his lower lip, raised his eyes to look at him, and repeated:

"I really have never been a model and have no experience." The implication is that you can think about it carefully. The hourly wage is so high, you can find a better model or reduce your salary.

Lu Dishu sometimes feels that he is a very good person - for example, he just wants to get his own share of salary, and does not want to pay more for the extra salary that he does not know about.

But the man opposite seemed to know his thoughts. But she didn't mean to be angry, she just smiled at him gently, and then bent her eyes that looked cold and gloomy when she wasn't smiling:

"It doesn't matter. I think you are the best, so I want to give you this salary."

Is that so? I never thought that I could become the best in the eyes of others. Lu Dishu felt a little relieved, but he just wanted to be a model and didn't want to give anything else. Just as he was about to insist on lowering his salary, he heard the painter's calm voice:

"And you don't have to worry, I will get your consent before I do anything. I won't let you do anything you don't want to do."

So democratic? ! Lu Dishu was impressed by the 300 hourly salary but was afraid that he would not be able to pay the price. He immediately calmed down - what are you afraid of? He said he would check my consent before doing anything to me!

Sensing the change in Lu Dishu's mentality, Ji Su asked him just right: "So are you willing to accept my invitation to become my exclusive model?"

Lu Dishu: "!!!" He wanted to agree immediately, but he swallowed the urgent words again. Lu Dishu put his hand to his lips and pretended to be reserved:

"Okay."

Ji Su curled his lips and took out his mobile phone: "So... little model, can you add a WeChat account?"

To be fair, Jisu people don't look very charming, but their voices are quite good. It can be said that Lu Dishu thought he was teasing himself when he called him "little model".

He raised his eyes to look at Ji Su in surprise, receiving his questioning gaze. Lu Dishu heard the man who was stunned for a moment lowered his eyes and explained at the table:

"I don't know your name, that's why I call you that."

"Oh~." Lu Dishu answered him. This man was now his boss. Lu Dishu put aside all his previous anger towards him. He looked at the man and said, "My name is Lu Dishu."

The man nodded and said calmly: "Dictionary~"

Lu Dishu raised his eyes to look at him, and then found that he had turned the order menu to his side, and gently tapped the center of Lu Dishu's line of sight with his beautiful hands. Lu Dishu was involuntarily attracted to his hand, and then He heard the man ask him:

"What do you want to drink? I'll treat you." When he said the last sentence, he held up his cheek and winked at him.

He was full of energy and looked more like a college student than he did.

But Lu Dishu knew clearly - although this person looked young, he was probably no longer old enough to go to school.

He pushed the menu back, shook his head and said, "Thank you. No."

There was an obvious look of disappointment on the man's face, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Then what do you want to eat? Let's celebrate."

What to celebrate? Do you want to join the job yourself? Lu Dishu thought. Although he didn't think it was necessary and was embarrassed to ask others to treat him to dinner on the first day, since he was short of money, he could do it for free. Secondly, since the boss was so willing to treat him, of course he had to support him.

However, Lu Dishu's emotional intelligence was not that low. He answered decisively: "It's up to you."

Ji Su frowned subconsciously and looked up at Lu Dictionary: "I'm not much older than you, can I not use the honorific title? Can you treat me as a friend?"

Seriously. Lu Dictionary has never met such a boss before—whose boss talks to his employees in a pleading tone!

Inexplicably cute.

Lu Dishu looked at him. Because of what he said earlier, he was no longer so nervous and wanted to pay attention to his propriety. He also looked at Ji Su with his chin propped up and asked, "Then what should I call you?"

Ji Su's eyes fell on the stirring coffee, but his mind was not on the fragrant coffee at all, and he said: "Brother?"