Traveling through the 80s, I picked up an actor

That night, when Wang Jingruo went home whistling, Wang Jingke knew that her brother's emotional difficulties were finally over.

"Oh, you're in such a good mood. It looks like you've reconciled with Sister Chang'er."

"Humph, is there any woman your brother can't handle?"

Wang Jingke snorted, almost writing the word "disdain" on his forehead: "I advise you not to be so arrogant, or you may get slapped in the face in the future."

"Tsk, I also advise you not to be too optimistic in your first relationship, or you'll get dumped."

When Wang Jingke heard this, his heart suddenly tightened.

"In love? Who, who is in love?"

Wang Jingruo almost laughed out loud: "Who else could it be? You! You thought you covered it up well?"

He had known for a long time that Wang Jingke went to Bar Street every few days. He also knew exactly who Wang Jingke was looking for in Bar Street and what the two of them did.

Their sister was slow to become intelligent and most men don't like her. Now that she's feeling romantic, how can he not be nervous?

Wang Jingruo had known about the contact between Wang Jingke and Chen Yuemo for a long time, and he reported it to Wang Qingshan immediately. The father and son joined forces and each sent several groups of people to investigate the boy's news, and checked Chen Yuemo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

However, Chen Yuemo was lucky that this father and son with sharp eyes did not find out any dirty secrets about him.

I checked all his good deeds since childhood, such as being good in both character and learning, helpful, studious, modest, filial and kind. It's a pity that he is a good person, but his family conditions are not good. His father is seriously ill and the family's assets are emptied. Chen Yuemo didn't even go to college. He started working to supplement the family income after graduating from high school. During the day, he helped in his family's small supermarket. If he didn't sing at night, he would go to give tutoring to lower grade students. From Friday to Sunday night, he would go to the bar to sing to supplement the family income. It can be said that he worked 365 days a year, like a diamond spinning top. And if you ask anyone, they will give him a good evaluation.

After much investigation, the father and son reached a consensus.

Apart from being poor and a little sensitive and inferior, this child has no other problems.

However, no matter how poor he is, if he accepts his fate and gives up on himself, Wang Qingshan and Wang Jingruo will not pity him.

If he can catch up and turn the situation around, he will have a chance.

Therefore, as for Wang Jingke's budding love, both of them were temporarily taking a wait-and-see attitude. Wang Jingke didn't even know that her father and brother had already investigated Chen Yuemo thoroughly. If it weren't for the fact that Chen Yuemo was a decent guy, they would have broken up the couple long ago.

Wang Jingke was caught off guard when he learned that Wang Jingruo actually knew about his relationship with Chen Yuemo. He felt shy, angry, and embarrassed for a moment. He puffed up his face and said angrily, "Don't ask about my business."

"I'm your brother, and you don't allow me to ask questions?"

"I know you are crazy about that poor boy, but I advise you that even if you like him, you can't sell yourself out so easily. You should also be careful. You can only know a person's face but not his heart. Do you understand?"

Wang Jing knew that Wang Jingruo was doing this for her own good, but she still felt unhappy when she heard this.

"Don't call him a poor boy, it's rude!"

Wang Jingruo said, "Didn't I tell the truth? Isn't he poor? How can that be rude? As a junior, you always yell at me when you talk. Is that polite?"

Wang Jingruo had outwitted him, and Wang Jingke felt a little embarrassed, but he was unwilling to admit defeat, and said, "Anyway, don't call him that."

"Okay, let me put it another way. That pretty boy..."

Wang Jingke was so angry that his face almost twisted: "You are not allowed to call him that!"

Wang Jingruo exclaimed, "Why can't I call him that? Is he poor? Is he white? Which word did I say wrong?"

Wang Jingke said word by word: "Anyway, you can't call me that. If you call me that again, I will end my friendship with you!"

"Let's break up if we want to. Why would I be afraid of you?"

"it is good!"

"From now on, whoever pays attention to who first is the puppy!"

"A word is settled!"

Very good, the excellent Wang Jingruo quickly and promptly transferred the couple's conflict to a family conflict, without stopping for a moment. But when the city gate is on fire, the innocent Aunt Gui becomes the messenger. In the next few days, she finally got a little better, but she started to get depressed again.

Ah!

Shit is hard to eat and money is hard to make!

……

The audition scene of "New Talent Singing Contest".

The candidate venue was packed with people. The stools prepared by the program team were not enough to sit. Some latecomers could only stand and wait. However, some contestants chose to stand because they were afraid of wrinkling their performance clothes. Because the place was small and there were many people, some people even sprayed perfume and dressed up, so even though the air conditioner was turned on, the air was still a little turbid.

However, Chen Yuemo didn't see much of such a grand and messy scene.

Chen Yuemo rushed over after moving the goods at home. It was winter and he was sweating profusely when he ran from the bus stop. Fortunately, his clothes were the ones he wore on a daily basis. The fabrics were ordinary and the colors were dark, so they were not afraid of wrinkles or dirt. He didn't wear any makeup today, so he didn't have to worry about his makeup falling off.

When he arrived, the interviews were already halfway through, and most of the contestants had left. The initial crowds and chaos were gone, and the air was much fresher. Panting, Chen Yuemo went to get a number, then went to the bathroom to wash his face and found an empty stool to sit down.

He was so stupid that he himself did not realize that sometimes, stupid people still have good luck. Many people did not have the chance to wait for an empty chair until the interview.

Of course, he didn't think too much about it. At this moment, he sat on the stool and closed his eyes, trying to calm his heartbeat. He was still a little nervous, but today he was singing a song that he was good at. Chen Yuemo thought that as long as he performed steadily, he would have done his best.

At this moment, in the interview room, an expensive camera was facing the microphone in the center of the room. Behind the camera was a long table. Behind the long table sat six examiners, all with sullen faces. Some were so tired that they were stretching, some were so sleepy that they were drinking coffee, and some were so depressed that the warm wind in the room made them feel cold.

The program team has been interviewing for a whole day, from 10 o'clock in the morning to : in the afternoon. The examiners have long exhausted all their patience and expectations.

"What's going on?"

The director was holding a thermos cup and clapping the table, making a ping-pong sound.

"Are all the candidates here for the interview today such a bunch of idiots? Aren't there any who are more outstanding, good-looking, and have some ability?"

"Look at the one just now! The tune is so good that it's like outer space. If the original singer was here, wouldn't he be furious? If I were the audience, I would have thrown rotten eggs at him at my own expense. And the one before that, what does he look like? Not only does he look so ugly, but the problem is that he doesn't sing very well either. That hoarse voice, that howling sound, did you guys find someone properly?"

The chief director, who was sitting in the interviewer's seat, had an unpleasant look on his face and couldn't help cursing.

The assistant director was sitting next to him, his head almost buried under the table, but he didn't know how to explain.

Who doesn't want good candidates?! But these are the only people who came for the interview today, what can he do?

The main reason is that the contestants in the previous session were so outstanding and each one of them was outstanding. With such excellent examples, this session seems a little eccentric.

Previously, we found a good talent in a bar. He is good-looking and sings even better. He totally meets the director's aesthetic standards, but he is not sure whether he will come or not.

Hey!

It’s really fatal!

If he had known that this year's audition contestants were such a bunch of weirdos, he would have visited them three times and shown his sincerity to invite them!

At that time, that person said he would think about it carefully, and he was still angry. He was given face but didn't know how to be shameless, and he was given a chance but didn't know how to be a chance. Now...

Hey!

I regret it so much!

These days, the most valuable thing is talent!

A talent who can sing!

If there are not many talented singers coming to the competition, and their show is not interesting, then they will be criticized, and they may even have to pack up and leave.

The director was already angry, and he couldn't just keep silent, so he could only bite the bullet and comfort him: "Director, luckily there were a few potential stocks a few days ago. Today... there are still a dozen or so to come. Let's wait and see, maybe... there will be a suitable contestant."

"Hey!"

The chief director looked at the clock on the wall and sighed heavily, feeling helpless.

Just wait and see, what else can you do?

"Go ahead and call the next person."

"Eh!"

The director calmed down and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The little follower who had been waiting at the door quickly went to call out the numbers, hoping that the next contestant would give more effort and not make the director lose his temper again.

"Hello, teachers. I am contestant No. 187, Chen Yuemo."