Chapter 387 Cold War Period
After the quarrel, An Nuo directly asked his assistant to book a hotel for a month.
Because of this incident, the company's recent working environment has been unusually quiet. Many artists tried their best to keep quiet, staying honest, for fear that they would offend the boss.
"The report of the last quarter has been completed, and these are the summary of the company's recent situation, please read it." Jiang Chi, as always, was a worker.
But when Murong Qiao looked at those densely packed reports, for the first time, he felt a little bit unbearable.
"Forget it," she exhaled irritably, "You can organize these into electronic files and send them to me. I'll go home."
Had a quarrel with An Nuo, and Murong Qiao felt that the other party probably didn't want to see him, so he simply took his computer home and took his work home with him.
The sun was in the middle, the blue sky was clear and cloudless, it was a beautiful noon day, but Murong Qiao's mood was always cloudy and rainy.
Uncle Yang welcomed the lady home without any surprise, and didn't mention the fact that he got off work at noon.
He helped Murong Qiao open the door and put the computer aside. "Miss, do you need a meal?"
"I've had lunch, I'll be fine later, Uncle Yang." Murong Qiao perfunctory.
She said she had eaten it, but she just didn't have an appetite.
Uncle Yang nodded and stopped talking, probably because he understood that his lady was in a bad mood, so he turned and disappeared to go about his own business.
Looking at the huge Murong House, Murong Qiao rarely let his mind go.
Eldest brother Murong Chen works during the day and will not come back until night, the second and third brothers including Xian Yu are busy working outside, only the fourth brother is at home.
But…
Murong Qiao looked upstairs. Although he didn't see the door, he could picture the studio that was always closed in his mind, and he didn't think Fourth Brother was a good person to talk to.
She walked out aimlessly, and then sat on the swing near the flower field outside the house, looking at the fiery red and enthusiastic roses, her heart gradually calmed down.
Murong Qiao didn't feel that he had said something wrong, but An Nuo was blindfolded by the heat, and was eager for quick success.
Time passed unknowingly, Murong Qiao sat on the swing in a daze and didn't see how long it had passed, and the phone was also rarely quiet.
Mobile phone... Thinking of this, Murong Qiao suddenly stopped thinking.
She took out her mobile phone, flipped through the chat history, and found that the latest message Huo Yichen sent to herself was still on today's good morning.
【Good morning Jojo, I'm going to the company, I miss you. 】
Short and ordinary words, I have read more than a dozen articles on the Internet.
Although Huo Yichen didn't clearly state his situation and actions, it can be seen from the short words and the obviously reduced frequency of chatting that he must also be very busy and even in a difficult situation.
Murong Qiao stared at the last message for a long time. After sliding his fingertips on the screen a few times, he stopped and closed it again, and put the phone back.
Since Huo Yichen is also working hard, she can't relax.
Murong Qiao had a clear goal in mind, and started to deal with the company's affairs without too much hesitation, and even the efficiency was much faster than before.
There seems to be an invisible wall between An Nuo and Murong Qiao, separating their recent lives. One stays in a hotel and the other goes home. The house that Ruan Ying praised as warm loses two owners at once.
Even Uncle Yang recently laughed and said that the young lady has become like the young master, going to work during the day and returning home at night, and becoming a small boss in advance.
As for the artists and employees in the company, they almost all walked around Murong Qiao recently.
"Am I so scary?" She was helpless.
Jiang Chi actually thought about it seriously, "It's just that everyone is afraid that you will be angry."
Jiang Chi also knew about Annuo. From a rational point of view, Jiang Chi was naturally on Murong Qiao's side, but he was only an employee, so it was naturally inconvenient for him to comment on their affairs.
"...Forget it." Murong Qiao decided not to worry about this.
Thinking that she hadn't been active in the company for a long time, she suddenly had a thought. "Is this group of artists recruited this afternoon?"
Jiang Chi looked at it, then nodded, "They are all good seedlings with good potential."
"After the final screening this afternoon, I'm ready to sign the contract." He replied.
The company is booming, and naturally it has to absorb more newcomers, but the standard has not been lowered, but has been raised a lot.
"Okay, I'll go and have a look, you should be busy." Murong Qiao stretched himself.
She has indeed been inactive for a long time recently, just to see how the company is doing.
Seeing that it was almost time, Murong Qiao quietly walked out of the office, turned around and walked along the corridor to the interview area.
In the corridor of the interview area, there are already many people sitting around preparing, looking very nervous.
"I'm so nervous... I heard that the artistes of the CG company are all good-looking, and I almost lose confidence."
"What are you afraid of? You are an actor and not an idol. Acting skills are much more important than your face."
"That's true, I practiced for a long time before I came..."
All the bustling voices around fell on Murong Qiao's ears.
She came out now, with a mask covering her face, but no one recognized her.
"Come in on the 37th, come in on the 38th, get ready on the 39th and 40th." A staff member came out and announced.
Two people stood out from the crowd and walked into the interview room against the eyes of others.
"Well, do you have someone to play with?" Suddenly, a strange girl rang beside Murong Qiao.
Murong Qiao turned her head, and saw a quiet-looking girl standing in front of her with glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Murong Qiao glanced at his empty surroundings, "...Are you talking to me?"
She pointed to herself, and then saw the girl nodding.
"I came too late, I didn't find a partner..." The girl scratched her head embarrassingly.
Just as Murong Qiao was about to speak, she was dragged to a secluded corner by the girl.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm acting this part, can you read it for me?" The girl stuffed a script for her, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Shi Yanxin."
After Shi Yanxin finished his introduction, he entered the state almost in the next second.
It was also the first time for Murong Qiao to feel so intuitively that this quiet little girl transformed into another person almost in the blink of an eye, and as soon as she took off her glasses, she became the arrogance and dignity of the rich daughter in the script.
"This thing can't be done well, what did you do?" She read the lines.
Shi Yanxin raised his chin slightly, and his body language was not much, but it made people feel the image corresponding to the character at first glance, and even made people ignore factors such as clothing and environment.
A short performance lasted about thirty seconds, no more, no less, just in time for Shi Yanxin to control the end.
Murong Qiao watched as she put the glasses on her nose, then switched states and changed back to herself. The switching was so fast that Murong Qiao was stunned for a moment.
Shi Yan's eyes sparkled, "How is it?"
"Very good." Murong Qiao answered truthfully.
In just thirty seconds, it can be seen that Shi Yanxin is really proficient in switching roles. Although the possibility of practicing for too long cannot be ruled out, Shi Yanxin is obviously more than that.
Murong Qiao quietly looked at Shi Yanxin's beautiful face under the glasses, and suddenly something else came to her mind.
"Follow me." She led Shi Yanxin to the other side.
Shi Yan was caught off guard and pulled away, "Huh?"
The two came to an empty practice room next to it, which was also the place for the acting class, and there was no one there at the moment.
(end of this chapter)