100 Ways to Get the Male God

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The employees all agreed and packed up and left.

Yun Huai didn't leave, he loosened his T-shirt, and continued to pull out a screw. The beads of sweat on his fair forehead rolled down and gently landed on his eyelashes. He stopped and narrowed his eyes.

The owner said, "Xiao Huai, come back tomorrow."

Yun Huai tilted his head, Shentan's eyes were as cold as the moonlight, he nodded after thinking about it, took off his gloves and threw them into the toolbox, closed them and prepared to leave.

The two came to the front store and saw the employees crowded around the counter, but they didn't even leave.

Seeing them coming, a few people quickly stepped back, and someone whispered: "That... Yun, Yun Huai, right, your guitar was just hit by the lamp and broke..."

Hearing this, the shop owner was slightly startled, frowned and looked at the guitar at the counter.

The guitar bag was opened, and the guitar inside was smashed into a depression, which seemed to be completely broken.

However, this level of damage is obviously not something that can be easily smashed out of the lamp.

A few employees gloat over the misfortune.

The owner suddenly understood that this was a prank. It's just too much to be isolated at ordinary times...

But the boy next to him was calm, as if there was no accident, and his voice was soft and light: "It's okay."

He stepped forward, without even looking at the guitar, he put it away lightly, and took the jacket.

The employees looked at each other in dismay.

The owner said angrily: "Go back quickly."

People just dispersed.

Yun Huai put the guitar bag on his back, tilted his head slightly, looked calm, and said politely, "I'll go first."

The shop owner sighed and asked with some doubts: "Xiao Huai, you have such a good voice and you like to play musical instruments, why don't you find a job as a singer in a bar, the salary must be much higher, and you don't need to do such cool labor."

The young man's dark eyes looked over, his eyes were clean, "Don't sing love songs."

The shop owner was stunned and laughed: "Why don't you take advantage of this advantage? It's not a big deal."

Yun Huai's face was expressionless, and he said flatly: "As a resident singer, you need to sing, and you can't get around love songs. Don't sing."

After speaking, there was no other emotion, and he took the coat and pushed the door and left.

The owner smiled and shook his head.

The young mind really doesn't understand.

He was about to close the shop when the door was pushed open again. The boy stood in front of the door, pursed his lips, and said in a soft voice, "Store manager, lend me the phone."

This child is young, but looks like an old cadre, probably because of family reasons, and he doesn't need a mobile phone. He is actually paid a lot, but he doesn't usually see how to spend it. Maybe there are other places to spend money at home.

The store manager handed over the phone.

The boy took it, his knuckles were clean and white, he took out a thin business card from his pocket, and dialed the number.

There seems to be a quick connection there.

Yun Huai leaned against the counter, the light brushed the light shadows with long eyelashes, and lowered his eyes looking a little cold, the other party was talking to him, he just hummed softly.

He turned the business card over, lowered his eyes and asked, "Even if I don't get selected, will there be a notification fee as long as I go?"

Yu Chu said over there, "That's right."

"Okay," the boy agreed with pursed lips.

After making an appointment, he hung up the phone and returned the phone to the shopkeeper.

The shop owner took the business card and looked at it curiously—Popular Entertainment, Duan Chuchu.

He was surprised: "Is it a scout?"

Yunhuai also frowned, "I don't know."

"I've heard of this company," the store manager said with some exclamation, "it's amazing."

Yun Huai remained expressionless.