MTL - Spoiled-Chapter 78

Everyone knows that there is an idle position "Executive Director" in the company, which is prepared for investors who have invested 50 million US dollars, a position that sounds superb, but in fact does not care about anything.

But no one expected that this investor turned out to be the company's model.

Han Yun sat swaying, put his hands together on his belly, and although he smiled, he had an inexplicable sense of indignation: "Mr. Lin, do you say I am qualified to sit here?"

Although it is a leisure job, it is the head boss.

Manager Lin's lips were tightly closed, stuck for a long time and could not speak, his face looked red and white, and finally he had to squeeze out a smile: "Of course, of course there is no problem." He quickly shifted the topic, said, "General Manager Han, The interview time is also up, shall we start now? "

Han Yun dismissed him and nodded casually: "Let's get started."

This time recruiting models, they are all experienced professional models, recruit models first look at the figure, then look at temperament, followed by the face. Because Luke's modeling company is a multinational group, it is also required that the model must have English.

This is a bonus item, but it is not required.

In the interview office, there is a ten-meter-long catwalk. After the model comes in, the interviewer first looks at the resume, asks a few questions, and then stands in the stands.

The models came in one by one and were surprised when they saw Han Yun, but Han Yun didn't speak or comment, and sat lazily holding his arms while watching.

Soon, the model of an old colleague who had worked with Han Yun also came in. I saw Han Yun sitting inside and the golden nameplate with "Executive Director" carved at his table. Despite all the surprises in his heart, he did not reveal it. After coming out, it was only after going out that he was enthusiastically saying, "Korean transportation is in it !!"

"Ah? Really?"

"Is he an interviewer?"

Luo Yusen frowned without a trace. It stands to reason that it is impossible for a large company such as Luke Modeling Agency to invite a model such as Han Yun who is not well known and inexperienced to be an interviewer during the interview ...

The man said, "He doesn't seem to be an interviewer. He sits next to him without asking questions, as if he doesn't have the right to speak."

"Then what is he doing inside?"

"Watching?"

"Dare he seem to have a position. Do you know what position the executive director is?"

"Isn't he a contracted model! Why is he the executive director of the branch again? This ..."

"Roger, you offended him just like that, did you say if he ..."

Luo Yusen didn't speak, turned down his cell phone, and sent a message.

As soon as the previous interview model went out, there came a discussion: "She is OK, but her temperament is poor, and she is a bit older, too old-fashioned ..."

At this moment, Manager Lin rang a few times with a "buzz" on his mobile phone. He took out a look and it turned out to be Luo Yusen's message.

[I had grudges with Han Yun in the past. I offended him. I'm afraid he won't let me sign the contract. ]

Manager Lin looked up at Han Yun. Han Yun was also playing mobile phones, as if playing a monster game. His body dangled from side to side with the screen of the phone, just like playing.

He clenched his cell phone and suddenly asked: "General Manager Han, what do you think?"

"What?" Han Yun didn't look up.

"That model just now." Manager Lin said, "Six of us, three felt she was ok, and three felt she couldn't do it. We still lack this vital vote. President Han voted?"

Han Yun said, "Leave her then."

Manager Lin narrowed his eyes, as if he had a bad plan: "Since this is the case, will Mr. Han come and vote together next time? Also, we will always be half and half and have disputes."

In this case, it ’s not the Han Yun ’s word for whoever to recruit, but everyone has one vote, and the Korean one ’s vote wo n’t do anything.

When Luo Yusen entered, he really saw Han Yun sitting on the side. He received the message from Manager Lin, and the other party told him: "Relax." So Luo Yusen came in with confidence. He has passed the stature and looks good, the only thing that is worse is that he is a bit older.

In the model industry, eating a bowl of youth rice, it is true that there are more than 30 supermodels still on the runway, but more often they are behind the rising star of Wudang because they are too old because they are too old.

Luo Yusen is indeed a talented type, that is, bad luck. When he entered a modeling company that year, he offended people. Now he has to change the company to sign a contract, and it offends the company's senior management.

After the interviewer asked questions, Luo Yusen answered so well. He also speaks good English. It can be said that it is really the type of model that Luke is currently lacking. All six interviewers are very satisfied with him. Luo Yusen was about to go out, but Han Yun suddenly said, "Wait."

Han Yun asked him: "Your resume says, you are the Spanish children's clothing brand Mai You, walked through the closing session?"

Luo Yusen murmured in his heart.

Refining your resume a little, exaggerating your experience is a very common way. His resume is dealt with in a harmless manner. For example, he took a digital cover of a second-tier magazine, and removed the electronic version from his resume. No one can say he cheated.

These would not have been discovered. Once Luo Yusen knew the manager of the human resources department, no one would investigate these details, but who knows that Han Yun was here and carefully read his resume. How could he even catch his little braid?

You know, the show was where they went together. He played a trick, inserted a needle in the grass, intentionally hurt Han Yun, and wanted him to be ugly.

Han Yun stared at him, his face getting colder: "How do I remember, it was me who was the closing model at the time?"

Manager Lin saw that he couldn't answer, and his heart was broken. He immediately spoke to Luo Yusen: "He should have written the finale as a closing game, was he the finale model at the time? I was vaguely impressed by the show. "

Luo Yusen nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I'm on the finale."

Han Yun smiled, and said the words meaningfully: "Oh, this is the case."

Seeing that he was so easy to let go of himself, Luo Yusen was stunned, wondering what was going on. Looking at his smile, Luo Yusen became more disturbed.

At this moment, Han Yun turned his head and asked, "He is in good condition. Although the resume is fake, it is not a big mistake. Do you think? Should he stay?"

An interviewer frowned: "Integrity is the most basic character, I'm sorry, I don't think he is suitable for our Luke model."

Manager Lin naturally helped him to speak: "This is not an unforgivable big mistake. We in China have an old saying that knowing that mistakes can be changed and being good at it. He has good conditions in all aspects. It's all upper level ... "

The original interview was very stable. Han Yun was so wrong that it immediately turned into half and half. Three votes let him stay, and three votes let him go.

This last vote was voted by Han Yun.

In other words, Han Yun will decide Luo Yusen's stay. Han Yun enjoyed this feeling of controlling life and death. He stared at Luo Yusen, and found that his forehead was sweating, and his mood became more and more joyful.

Luo Yusen clenched his fists, his face turned pale, he knew that most of the time he had no chance, it was all his fault! This was the last game, this time it was again! It was Han Yun who hindered his future!

Sure enough, Han Yun sighed and shook his head: "It's a pity ..." Before he finished speaking, Luo Yusen suddenly couldn't bear it and yelled: "Korean! I'm worse than you, why are you so bad? Me! You are too vicious! "

"Unfortunately, although you did such a thing, I still recognize you, congratulations," Han Yun did not change his face, took out a contract for a class C model, and dropped it in front of him. "You passed the interview. "

Facing this development, Luo Yusen obviously did not expect it, but his words have been thrown out, and it is absolutely impossible to recover them. His face and face were in stark contrast to Han Yunyun's light-hearted attitude. Several interviewers showed a disgusted look and did not understand why Han Yun had to let him pass the interview.

In some cases, the interview result is to go back and wait for the notice. However, if you meet a particularly talented person, you can also sign a contract on the spot.

Han Yun pulled out the contract and Luo Yusen hesitated a bit, even wondering if he had any conspiracy, how could someone complain with virtue.

But when he didn't think too much, he saw that Mr. Lin gave him a color, and before he could think about it, he sat down, picked up his pen, and looked at the contract roughly. Because Manager Lin also told him the terms of the contract before, he knew it from the beginning, and because he was afraid that Han Yun would regret it, he signed his name soon.

He signed it, looked up at Han Yun, and Manager Lin winked at him again. His hand on the table pointed to Han Yun without any trace.

Luo Yusen understood what he meant, and bowed unwillingly to Han Yun, saying, "General Manager Han, I have offended you just now. I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It's okay," said Han Yunyi, who was old-fashioned. "Well, young people."

Until going out, Luo Yusen couldn't figure out why Han Yun did this.

After he went out, questions also broke out in the interview room. Someone asked Han Yun: "kg, why did you sign that dishonest person? He also scolded you, how can we ask for such a character?"

"He is in good condition. There is no doubt about it. If we don't sign him today, he will start somewhere else."

Someone else did not understand what he meant.

Han Yun held a hand on the table, holding his chin to laugh harmlessly: "Hiding him, he won't be able to get out of the way? The contracts have been signed, but he can't repent."

Manager Lin was shocked. He never expected that Han Yun was young, and the method was so good. He signed Luo Yusen to hide him!

Han Yun's expression didn't change, and he stood up and froze: "I'm tired too, please continue the interview, I'll go first."

His English accent is completely authentic French. During the period of the Korean Games, he also worked hard to correct, but the language is easy to learn, the words are easy to remember, and the accent is difficult to correct.

After Han Yun went out, he went to the office again, sitting on a large office chair, and did not return home.

It wasn't because he didn't want to go back, because he didn't want to repair with Fu Yuan, but what should he repair if his buttocks bloomed. It's not that he wasn't happy, but every day, he became more and more impatient and wanted to go out for a walk.

He ordered a takeaway of salad, sitting alone in the office, leaning his legs on the desk, opening an American drama in his hand, practicing American English pronunciation while watching the drama.

At this time, the closed glass window suddenly trembled a few times. Han Yun didn't hear it with headphones, but he felt the demon wind. As soon as he looked up, he saw the curtains that had been open, suddenly being closed, covering the bright sunset.

Black sand in the air, swirling into a vortex, and then slowly condensed into a tall man with loose hair.

Han Yun pretended not to see it and practiced his own English.

Fu Yuan strode towards him, grabbed his ankle that was on the table, and dragged his socks up. The air conditioner in the room was low, and an ankle was exposed. He also worried that the Korean Games would catch cold.

He leaned against the table: "The minister's English is good. Why doesn't your Majesty learn pronunciation from the minister?"

Han Yun turned his back and ignored him.

"Your Majesty's pronunciation ..." Fu Yuan corrected his reading of a few words. "It should be read correctly."

Han Yun was even more angry, and Yi Zhizhi said authentically: "Go, I ordered a takeaway, there are two kilometers, and it will be here soon, you go down and take me for takeaway."

"Not in a hurry." Fu Yuan continued to teach him pronunciation problems, saying that he didn't pronounce the word correctly, and that one wasn't right. Han Yun had to take off his headphones: "I followed the American drama, how can you say so much! "

"Roortion!" Han Yun said loudly, "Isn't that the word that I read?" He repeated it several times, and he felt correct, but Fu Yuan shook his head: "No."

"So what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yuan bent a little, pinched his chin, leaned down, kissed him, and leaned into his tongue: "The tongue is so rolled, that's right."