Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Sister Wang talked on and on for an hour and forty minutes. The amazing thing is that she didn't repeat a single word in what she said.

Ding Yi's admiration for Sister Wang suddenly became like a torrent of water, endless and in the middle of it, he really wanted to ask her if she was thirsty.

Do you want to take a break?

Facts have once again proved that people can be salted fish, but cannot be pickled fish.

Soon, Sister Wang packed up a pile of scripts, rushed to Ding Yi's residence, and without saying a word, stuffed all the scripts into Ding Yi's arms.

Looking into Sister Wang's eager eyes, Ding Yi wondered to what extent Zhang Tingrong had acted so badly that Sister Wang had given up on her completely.

Ding Yi recalled that she hadn't done much in the past few days since she came here. She just revealed to Sister Wang a little bit of her desire to work hard, and Sister Wang gave her such a big surprise.

Flipping through a thick stack of scripts, all of them were small roles, the kind that were scheduled to appear fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth.

But Ding Yi was not picky, because Zhang Tingrong had messed up so thoroughly.

Putting down the script, Ding Yi said seriously, "Don't worry, Sister Wang, in the next few days, can you help me keep an eye out for better scripts?"

"Don't aim too high," Sister Wang advised.

How could no one notice someone like Zhang Tingrong entering the entertainment industry? In the end, she ended up ruining a good hand.

Sister Wang felt sorry for her misfortune and was angry at her for not fighting back, but Zhang Tingrong just gave up.

Neither the boss nor the client cares, so why should she, a small employee agent, care?

After figuring it out, Sister Wang also started to give in.

Now that Ding Yi is here and wants to start a career, Wang Jie's ambition to become a top agent begins to burn again. She rushes to Ding Yi like a chicken with blood.

She wished that Ding Yi would help her realize her dream the next moment.

"Sister Wang, please hire an acting teacher for me first." Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Ding Yi made a request.

Ding Yi’s acting skills are probably a little unsure because they always show flaws in front of others. I feel that I should study them systematically so that I can use them in the future.

Sister Wang happily agreed to this request, and looked at Ding Yi with eyes that seemed to say, "The child has finally grown up and started to realize that a woman should have her own career so that she will not be looked down upon by others."

Ding Yi felt a chill and turned his face away to divert Sister Wang's attention.

"Okay, Sister Wang, hurry up, I'm still waiting for you."

After seeing Sister Wang off, Ding Yi lay on the sofa, looking at the ceiling quietly.

Wang Yazhi has returned to school. As a student, it is not suitable for her to be an assistant after Ding Yi wants to work hard.

"I still need to find an assistant. I hope Sister Wang can help me."

He put his phone aside and practiced in front of the mirror. The face of the beauty in the mirror became more and more stiff. Ding Yi gave up decisively. When he looked at the time, only more than an hour had passed.

There were several calls from Wang Yazhi on the silent phone.

Ding Yi called back and Wang Yazhi answered immediately.

"Sister Rong..." With a slightly tearful voice, she complained about Ding Yi's ruthlessness, "Sister Rong, my aunt said you are looking for an assistant. Do you not want me anymore?"

Ding Yi was not surprised that she knew the news so quickly. He casually opened a bag of biscuits and put one into his mouth because he was hungry. A crunching sound was transmitted to the other end of the phone, and a hidden sound of swallowing saliva was heard.

"Wow!" The sound of pulling out paper was heard, covering up the embarrassment of swallowing saliva.

"Sister Rong..." The carefree girl suddenly became pretentious and spoke in a strangled voice.

"Puchi...Haha..." Ding Yi almost laughed to tears over the phone, making Wang Yazhi on the other side laugh instantly.

Wang Yazhi looked at the phone in her hand suspiciously. Yes, it was Sister Rong calling. What was she laughing at?

After a long while, Ding Yi stopped laughing and said seriously to the confused Wang Yazhi on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Wang, listen to my advice. You are not suitable to speak with a pinched throat."

Wang Yazhi's voice was originally a little smoky, and when he spoke with his voice squeezed, it suddenly became hoarse and unpleasant, but he didn't notice it. Ding Yi didn't want to torture his ears.

"As for the assistant, you left early that day and forgot to tell me. I want to develop in the entertainment industry and need an assistant who can be on call at any time. You are still young and still in school. I am afraid you are not qualified for the job. At your age, you should focus on your studies."

Talking about her studies, which were shaky and in danger of failing, Wang Yazhi instantly convinced herself, "Sister Rong is right. But Sister Rong, you've always been a jerk, wanting to eat all the delicious food in the world, so why are you thinking about getting into the entertainment industry? There are restrictions on how much you can eat there, it's terrible."

Ding Yi chuckled, "Let me tell you a secret. I was born not to gain weight. Also, I really want to eat all the delicacies in the world, but now I find that I can't afford many of them. How can I do that? I have to work hard to make money. With my conditions and low education, I can't make much money outside. So I'll just stay in the entertainment industry. Who knows, if I'm careful, I can become a billionaire. Then, I can eat whatever I want. Wouldn't that be great?"

Wang Yazhi put down the phone and muttered, "The reason is very strong, no need to explain next time."

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a pimple on my forehead, but luckily it was covered by my hair. There was a layer of fat on my belly, which was nothing like other people's physique that made me not gain weight or get acne.

Wang Yazhi was discouraged. She put on her schoolbag and rushed into the library.

Both food and learning should not be missed.

Two days later, Sister Wang gave Ding Yi a business card with her name, phone number and address printed on it, and asked her to meet the teacher.

Ding Yi went there happily, looked at the address, turned on the navigation, and drove along the streets until he found a building.

Go upstairs to the seventh floor, arrive at the Yueliangwan Art Examination Institution, and find Teacher Zhao on the business card.

Teacher Zhao is already forty-nine years old, slightly overweight, and exudes an elegant aura.

"You are the Zhang Tingrong that Wang Shu mentioned. You are really beautiful." Teacher Zhao smiled slightly. Her originally ordinary facial features suddenly looked like blooming flowers. Ding Yi was dazzled for a moment.

She knew that some people could charm others with their temperament alone, but she never expected to meet them in person.

"Teacher Zhao, you are so beautiful!"

Teacher Zhao's back is straight, but there is no sense of tension. Instead, there is a sense of elegant relaxation.

"Let's go to the performance room first."

The performance room has three mirror walls. Facing the mirror, you can clearly see your body language, facial expression when speaking, etc.

After watching Ding Yi's performance, Teacher Zhao frowned slightly.

Ding Yi hung his hands in front of his abdomen like a primary school student, waiting for Teacher Zhao's comments.

"e=(′o｀*)))Alas." Teacher Zhao sighed slightly. Ding Yi's heart suddenly rose and he looked at the other party worriedly.

Teacher Zhao smiled soothingly and said, "Your performance is not as bad as Wang Shu said, but..."

A turning point occurred. Ding Yi stared at Teacher Zhao, feeling nervous but forcing himself to remain calm as if he didn't care.

"Please give me some advice, Mr. Zhao."