"What! What did you win?" the girl asked ecstatically.

"Anyway, I didn't hit the target and became a father, let alone win the lottery." Mr. Qianyuan chewed carefully.

Hirata also didn't expect that Miss Taketatsu Aimiao opposite him would be the most excited one, while the owner was calmly holding a pair of chopsticks and still swallowing today's lunch dignifiedly.

"Qianyuan, why don't you come and take a look? It's an unexpected surprise~"

Hirata raised his eyebrows, quite proudly: "This is an opportunity I finally got for you."

"No hurry, no hurry." Mr. Qianyuan waved his hand and said casually, "Just wait until you finish eating and see it later."

No matter how urgent the matter is, it's not as important as eating. It's just an email. I've been waiting for so long in the morning. It's not urgent at all.

What's more, Mr. Qianyuan has a laid-back mentality. Unless it is announced that the law will lower the age limit of two years as an adult, other things will not matter to him.

Therefore, he ate peacefully and happily, and he was still thinking of picking up a few dumplings that he could not eat for little sister Yui Mizukura next to him.

It’s just that Hirata couldn’t wait any longer. Chihara on the coffee table was still eating, and the agent on the work table on the other side was tapping his hands so fast that he didn’t even care about the game. He slapped twice and just waited for the printing press next to him to pay.

Own.

"Hirata, are you done eating? If you can't eat the rest, I'll put it in the refrigerator to give you some more for dinner or supper at night?"

Qianyuan held the empty plates held by the three young people in his hand, and pointed to the many dumplings left on the president's table.

"Really, you don't look like a young man at all." Hirata sighed slightly.

"If you have anything, wait until I finish washing the dishes. Anyway, I'm still printing, so just wait." Mr. Qianyuan said calmly.

Until the angry middle-aged president thrust the empty plate into his hand.

When everything was ready, Mr. Qianyuan held the stacked dinner plates and walked slowly towards the small kitchen.

You can use hot water to wash dishes at the company, but unfortunately that's all today, and there's not much oil on it, so cold water can handle it.

Hirata looked at the young boy humming a Chinese song not far away, and said angrily: "It's no wonder that you are still a top student at Dongda University. You usually study hard, but unfortunately you don't care much about work now..."

The last few words were spoken like chewing glutinous rice, very vague.

Mr. Qianyuan felt that his voice was covered by the rushing water and could not hear clearly, so he had to ask: "What?"

Even though Hirata said it again, he could barely hear the word "work", but he still didn't hear the rest clearly, and his eyes were very confused.

"Forget it, let me take a look at it." The young man wiped his hands that were shaking from the cold with a rag and walked back to the sofa.

On the table is a book of documents that Zhuda Caimiao has sorted and stapled.

It's obviously for him.

So he picked it up, but didn't have time to open it.

What on earth is so mysterious?

"At my level, I can only guess what kind of animated character it is, but it can't match the character in the movie." Mr. Qianyuan squeezed the thick stack of paper in his hand and shook his head helplessly.

"How do you know?" Hirata asked curiously.

"How can someone else like you, the president and agent of a voice actor agency, wait?" Chihara narrowed his eyes, "Unless you said you found an opportunity to participate in Kamen Rider Ultraman, it would be hard to surprise me.

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"It's awesome." Hirata couldn't help but applaud.

Regardless of the proud expression on the face of the middle-aged man in front of him, Mr. Qianyuan glanced at the finger that had not been completely wiped just now and found that it still had wet marks on the paper, and took out a paper towel to wipe it.

Wait until it is completely dry before you start opening the book.

"You have mysophobia, don't you?" Zhuda Caimiao said angrily, and handed him a handful of peanuts.

"It's not mysophobia..." He shook his head, "It's just that I haven't touched such a thick script for a long time, and I'm not used to it."

He carefully touched the cover of the book in his hand. It had just been printed and the paper was still warm. When he touched it lightly with his fingers, he could vaguely feel the uneven fluctuations between the printing oil stains and the white paper.

--"Sword Art Online"

It sounds so familiar! It’s an anime that I rarely enjoyed watching in my previous life, but it’s a pity that Mr. Chihara has only followed the first season, and has never watched the subsequent series.

But the heroine on the cover of that movie is really good and fits his xp very well.

“It’s not appropriate to eat snacks while reading.”

So Mr. Chihara passed the peanut in his hand to Hirata.

I carefully picked up the first page. The script is not like a novel. Its format is nothing more than xx, so most of it requires the voice actor to refer to the original text and comment on the mood and tone that should be used.

Then I turned a few pages back, and less than half of the scene in the first episode had passed.

"Tell me, what role is worthy of your showing off to me?" Qianyuan raised his head and asked.

"Pretending? You don't dare to act like that." Mr. President laughed and said, "I'm just a person who can't lift my hands or bear my shoulders. I usually pass by the agent and do a little bit of my job."

"It's just that I had a drink with my old fair-weather friend a few days ago and made some friendships. By the way, I helped you, Tokyo, and finally got the opportunity to audition for the male lead."

Having said this, he even hummed proudly.

"Protagonist?"

"Yes, the hero!"

he said proudly.

Because under normal circumstances, just the opportunity to audition can get you a head start. He can get it back after just one drink. This is his ability.

However, negotiating terms also requires conditions, and Mr. Qianyuan, who happens to be the object of transaction, is very qualified.

"You wouldn't sell me to start a business, would you?" he asked doubtfully.

The president didn't answer his question immediately.

He was chewing peanuts, making a sound and relishing them.

Qianyuan immediately moved the coffee originally given to him on the table, with a strange expression of disgust on his face.

"If you keep pretending to be mysterious, you will have no food tomorrow." Mr. Qianyuan warned again and again.

The president sighed softly: "When I entered this industry, there were not so many red tapes. After all, what are the workers behind the scenes talking about? Although wages are generally higher and there are more opportunities now, everyone is here

When you show your face, you behave like an actor or artist, and you don’t want to be behind the scenes anymore. No wonder people outside say that this place also belongs to the entertainment industry."

"Are you criticizing Zhuda by name?" Qianyuan raised his head slightly.

Of course, the girl who was listening stepped on someone in anger.

No matter how the young people interrupted, Hirata continued to talk: "As long as everything is glossed up and beautiful, there will always be a large number of young people who don't know the depth of things. In my opinion, the industry will die sooner or later if it continues like this!"

"But it's no different than back then. Today's market has solidified. Young people who have just entered the market have neither life experience nor time to study, so it is difficult to carve out their own path."

He said this in one breath, like a storyteller, hummed a few times, drank a sip of water, sighed a few times, took a sip of coffee, and then threw a peanut into his mouth, and he was absolutely accurate.

He continued: "At that time, several of our old friends came together and decided that the new cartoon would need to find some capable people, and we would have to suppress the evil tendencies of the idol group no matter what."

"But the idol sect is really easy to cheat money. The little girl and the housekeepers keep cutting the leeks one after another, and they can't finish cutting them. They really can't bear to give up."
Chapter completed!