Evan’s Trials in Tinseltown Chapter 1

When Evan Yu stepped into the elevator, there was already a person standing inside. The two people's eyes collided, each paused for two seconds, and then looked away. Evan Yu turned around and stood up, then clicked on the 42nd floor, but the other person's stunning features were still flashing before his eyes.

Senior brother Quentin Qi, who entered the elevator after him, lowered his head and did not notice the person standing in the corner. He pinched his fingers anxiously and waited for the elevator door to close before speaking in a lowered voice, feeling a little ashamed.

"Junior brother Yu, I'm interning at Xingyao Entertainment. I haven't been able to say anything yet. This time I saw your photo, and my manager made the decision to meet you. I'll go up in a while. You should behave well. Just based on your appearance. Definitely can stay..."

Compared to his nervousness, Evan Yu smiled relaxedly. In public, he lowered his voice and said sincerely, "Thank you, senior brother, for helping me win this opportunity. I will work hard."

Quentin Qi waved his hands hurriedly, almost stuttering, "Thank you, I didn't do anything... Besides, you have helped me several times before, so it's me who thanks you." His fingertips were trembling. , his lips were peeling, and he asked for another topic, "How much money do you still have on hand?"

Evan Yu calculated in his mind and told the truth, "Excluding the money I just spent on the white shirt, I still have about two hundred left."

After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh, he was really too poor!

Quentin Qi was worried, "Isn't it because we can't even order takeout? What if we can't stay today?" He stopped talking and carefully looked at Evan Yu, who was wearing a brand-new white shirt, old light-colored jeans and black sneakers, and affirmed, "There's no way you won't be able to stay. With your looks, you've been able to crush our 20,000 male compatriots from Ningda University for four consecutive years without ever meeting an opponent!"

Evan Yu was amused, and suddenly thought of the appearance of the other person in the elevator. He was stunned for a few seconds before answering, "Whether I can stay or not, I will treat senior brother to dinner."

"Forget it, senior brother, I'll treat you to a meal at the barbecue restaurant in front of the school. You can order whatever you want."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived. Quentin Qi straightened his collar four or five times and whispered to Evan Yu, "We're here."

The elevator door closed behind them.

"This whole floor is the agency department of Xingyao. Senior brother has to go to a meeting, so I will send you here. After a while, you go straight and turn right to find the door with a sign that says 'Mason Meng'."

Seeing Evan Yu looking at him with a smile, Quentin Qi exhaled and started laughing, "Your mentality of not worrying about anything is really stable. I won't say anything else, come on!"

As one of the three major entertainment companies in the country, Xingyao Entertainment is visibly wealthy and has good taste. The elaborate interior decoration is pleasing to the eye. I walked on the bright and discernible floor without looking around.

Although he only wore a simple white shirt and jeans, he had a good face and outstanding temperament, which attracted the attention of many people along the way.

When he arrived at the door of Mason Meng's office, Evan Yu straightened his cuffs and then knocked on the door gently.

Soon, a voice came from inside, "Please come in."

Evan Yu put his hand on the cold metal door handle and opened the door with a little force.

The office is spacious, simple and bright, and the air conditioner is turned on fully. A breath of cool air enters the nose, which makes Evan Yu feel calmer. He also took a second to evaluate the green plants placed in the corner - they were neglected and the branches and leaves were almost withered.

There was a man in a suit and tie sitting behind the desk with a messy desk. He was on the phone, his brows were furrowed, his expression was not good, and his voice was irritable.

Evan Yu nodded towards the other party and stood silent. It wasn't until the other person looked at him with half-squinted eyes for a while and pointed to the sofa beside him that he walked over and sat down.

He could clearly feel that from the moment he walked in until now, the other person's eyes had been on him without moving even an inch. But this kind of looking at it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable, just like looking at a... commodity.

"I really don't have anyone on hand right now... Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on it... I know there's no show you handle that isn't popular..." This phone call didn't happen How long will it last? Mason Meng put his cell phone on the table, sat upright, looked at Evan Yu critically, and asked abruptly, "Who took the photo?"

Evan Yu quickly reacted and replied with a smile, "Senior Brother Qi was in a hurry when he asked for a photo, so I asked my roommate to take a temporary photo."

Mason Meng nodded and commented rudely, "The person who took the photo was very unskilled. You didn't even get a three-point shot."

Evan Yu didn't answer, he just smiled, his smile was clean and very good-looking.

"Evan Yu...21 years old?"

"Yes, it was my birthday in the first half of the year."

Mason Meng stared at Evan Yu for a while. His hair was pure black, his foundation was good, and his skin was white and thin. The bridge of the nose is straight but not strong, the lip line is clear, the lips are thin, and the jawline is almost perfect.

The most outstanding thing is a pair of eyes, typical smiling eyes. The eyes are large and the ends of the eyes are also slightly longer. The black eyes are as clear and bright as those washed with water. There is also a light-colored tear mole under the end of the right eye, which brings out a bit of nobility as the eyes move.

Judging from his more than ten years of experience in the industry, this face has a good frame and will look just as good in another ten years. It's not even fully grown yet. It will take another two or three years for her appearance to peak.

This is still without makeup.

Mason Meng has already determined that it doesn't take much to push people towards the camera with just this face, it's impossible not to blush.

Evan Yu sat quietly and let Mason Meng look at him. He didn't feel uncomfortable at all, and his expression was very natural. Perhaps due to his upbringing, he sat casually like this, with his shoulders not slumped or his back slumped, turning slightly sideways, and listening to you attentively, which made people feel full of respect.

Mason Meng nodded secretly and added another ten points to the rating scale in his mind, "Quentin Qi said you are good at singing?"

"Yeah, I've liked it since I was a kid."

Between questions and answers, Mason Meng had already gone through the list of tuners in his mind, and still said, "How about singing a random song?"

Evan Yu thought for a while, "Then let me sing the school song for you?"

Mason Meng was happy.

Since the artist he led had terminated his contract and left after becoming popular, he has met many people one after another, some of whom sang pop rock ballads. This was the first time that someone was going to sing the school song.

He picked up a pen, held it between his fingers, and tapped the tip of the pen on the table with interest, "Anything is fine, the main thing is to listen to your timbre." As for the accuracy of his singing skills, he didn't have too many extravagant expectations.

Evan Yu never remembers the lyrics when he sings, but on this occasion he must not let him hum as usual. He calmly took out his mobile phone from his pocket, searched for the lyrics, and did not turn on the accompaniment. After adjusting his breathing, he played for himself After two beats, he started singing directly.

With a soft "pop" sound, Mason Meng dropped the pen in his hand.

Evan Yu was not affected. His eyes were fixed on the lyrics on the screen of his mobile phone, and he did not notice Mason Meng's suddenly unstable expression until he heard the other party say "stop."

He stopped as instructed, raised his head, and asked questions in his eyes.

Mason Meng took a deep breath and said, "Continue."

Evan Yu picked up the last note where he had just stopped and sang on without any hindrance. His voice is clear and clear, like a gurgling stream in an empty mountain forest, with a melodious tone at the end, and every word is articulated just right.

After singing a section, Mason Meng looked a little excited, "Have you ever taken professional courses before?"

Evan Yu's breath remained unchanged, and he answered with his eyes bent, "I haven't studied it. I majored in history in college. But the elders in my family like to sing, and I would hum along a few lines when I was a child."

What the hell------is this the level of "humming along a few words"?

Mason Meng tapped his fingers on the table quickly and spoke again, returning to a calm tone, "It was Quentin Qi who showed me your photo at that time, and you were willing to come over specially. Can I think that you are willing to join this circle?" of?"

Evan Yu's tone became more formal, "Yes."

"That's good." Mason Meng relaxed his tense back, leaned on the back of the chair, leaned on the armrest, and said in a relaxed tone, "You and I will definitely take care of you personally, and we won't bury you. The question now is, I want to know why you entered the entertainment industry? We can talk about your ideals and goals. "

Evan Yu's lip line tightened for a moment, and then he smiled again and said firmly, "I need to make money, a lot of money."

Mason Meng was not surprised. People in this circle always have a goal and a goal to pursue for fame, fortune and dreams. He did not comment, "If we cooperate, you will definitely get enough money. But let me say it first, I will not do such things as matchmaking and pimping. If you have needs in this area, I can recommend others to you." "

Evan Yu shook his head, his soft hair swaying with his movements, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Don't worry, I just want to work hard and make money."

Mason Meng breathed a sigh of relief. He never expects the artists in his hands to be obedient. We are all human beings, not puppets. But at least you have to be able to communicate and have a bottom line, and don't do some messy and embarrassing things before you become popular.

Mason Meng's tone became gentler, "Okay, okay, then we have reached a consensus." He opened the first drawer at hand and handed the document over in person, "This is Xingyao's B-level contract, you are a pure Newcomers, B level is the top one in my authority. You can sign it for five years. If you are not sure, you can take it back and find someone to look at it carefully before making a decision. "

Evan Yu took the contract with both hands, "Don't bother." He read the nearly ten pages of the contract carefully, took out the black pen from the pen holder, and signed his name neatly.

"The handwriting is beautiful!" Seeing him signing, Mason Meng sounded much more friendly. He took the contract and signed his name, feeling very good.

"I'm telling you this, if you don't become famous, God will not tolerate it!"

"Thank you very much." Evan Yu closed the pen cap and put the signature pen back into the pen holder.

After Evan Yu left, Mason Meng ignored his polite image, threw away the pen in his hand, picked up his cell phone and dialed back.

"The show you were talking about just now, yes, it's the singing competition..." Not sure what the other party said, Mason Meng raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said proudly, "Yes, the seat is reserved for me. Your father, I will do it now." There's someone on hand!"