Early in the morning, Guangyao Media Company Building.

The office at the end of the top floor is extremely luxuriously decorated. Several medieval oil paintings and retro beast horns are hung on the walls, and the colorful enamel vases on the table reflect dazzling brilliance in the sun.

Zhou Wenbin was holding a cup of black coffee in his hand, and his whole body was relaxed and sunk on the leather sofa behind him, looking quite comfortable.

The man was wearing an Armani high-end custom suit and a Patek Philippe limited-edge watch. His hair was combed greasy and shiny. Although he was in his middle age, he was already in his forties, but he was well maintained and looked at his early thirties at most.

At this moment, there was a man sitting opposite Zhou Wenbin, wearing a slightly old white T-shirt and washed jeans, simple short black hair, clean face, without any makeup, and in the shadow of the light was a flawless face of the Creator who was carefully crafted by the Creator.

But the man's eyes were dull, his thin lips were not covered with blood, and his whole body was covered with a cold and dead aura.

Zhou Wenbin took a sip of coffee leisurely, and raised his eyes to look at the other party with certainty, "Luo Chen, how are you doing? Have you considered it?"

Luo Chen's body was extremely thin and thin, but his spine was straight. Hearing this, his stiff spine suddenly trembled slightly, and his dim eyes were extremely cold, but soon even the coldness was swallowed by the darkness in his eyes, turning into despair.

At this time, a "dongdongdongdong" knock sounded, interrupting the dead silence inside.

A man wearing a gray suit and bloated figure rushed in sweating profusely. When he saw Zhou Wenbin, he shouted in panic, "Director Zhou... something is wrong..."

Zhou Wenbin, who was disturbed by leisure and elegantness, frowned and looked at the other party dissatisfiedly, "What are you shouting about early in the morning?"

The fat man said anxiously, "Director Zhou, the superiors didn't even say hello, and suddenly sent a new agent to come over, saying that he would come today, and asked all of us to cooperate with his work. What do you mean by Mr. Chu?"

Although Guangyao's performance is a crane among the subsidiaries of Global Corporation, it is owned by Global Corporation after all, and it is easy to enjoy the cool air with a big tree on its back. It is much better than other small brokerage companies.

Whether it is an artist or an agent, it is not easy to enter Guangyao. You must have relevant professional experience and educational background. You can pass five levels of interviews and defeat six generals, and the requirements are quite strict.

The point is that Zhou Wenbin is the boss now, and any artist, including an agent, must first look at it before entering the company.

Now that an agent has suddenly arrived, he has given him such a great privilege, no one can convince him, especially Zhou Wenbin's party, so he will naturally pay special attention.

Zhou Wenbin narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this, and a trace of darkness flashed across his face, and he snorted coldly, "Who is named Ye Bai?"

The fat man nodded repeatedly, "Yes! It's this name, Director Zhou, do you know?"

Zhou Wenbin didn't know what he thought of, and his face became even more ugly. "I'm just a young boy. Can you make a fuss when I land on my territory? Do whatever you should do, and a small thing is worth your fuss!"
Chapter completed!