030 Registration Crisis

  In front of her, the long queue still stretched from the registration desk all the way to the elevator entrance. Mei Yu hastily joined the end of the line, and soon there were three or five people behind her, while the people in front seemed to have not moved at all.

  In the corner of the corridor, there was a large grandfather clock. Everyone looked anxiously at the time and occasionally tiptoed to look ahead. Anxiety crept into Mei Yu's heart like a soft vine, but she couldn't do anything about it. After all, queuing was an unchallengeable public behavior norm.

  Her tongue tip felt a wave of bitterness, her heart tightened with tension, as if toxins were spreading from her heart to the surrounding areas, numbing her limbs and making them immobile. This feeling of unease was something she had only experienced during her first audition.

  A whole minute had passed and Han Jiali also ran up from below, standing beside Mei Yu, while the entire team had only moved forward by less than two people's distance.

  At this rate, by the time the three o'clock deadline arrives, it will absolutely be May Rain's turn.

  Han Jiali also saw this, she tiptoed forward and looked around, stuffed the bag in her hand into Mei Yu's arms, and ordered without discussion: "You line up, I'll go to the front to see what's going on."

  After finishing speaking, Han Jiali stretched out her slender arm and pushed her way through the crowd, amidst a barrage of curses, to the front of the registration room.

  She looked inside and saw three judges, one woman and two men, all dressed up neatly and fashionably, smiling as they accepted the photos handed over by the girl in front of them, took a form for her to fill out, and asked a few basic questions warmly.

  The program had reached this point, very simple, it should be said that it was over, but the girl refused to leave, in front of the judges' table, she coquettishly asked for more, wanting to sing and dance again, performing her talents once more, until the girl behind her urged her impatiently, before finally leaving with a happy face.

  It was the turn of the girl who had just urged again to repeat this set, in short, each girl wanted to have a performance in front of the judges, and the time wasted by each one added up to be quite objective, making the speed of the entire team's advancement slow down.

  Han Jiali took a closer look at the situation and ran back to Mei Yu's side, whispering what she had just seen to her in a low voice. She didn't dare speak loudly, fearing that the girls at the end of the line would riot.

  Mei Yu's eyebrows tightened, and she carefully thought back to the registration notice she saw that morning. It simply mentioned submitting personal data, two ID photos, and one artistic photo to complete the registration, without mentioning anything about a talent show performance.

  She looked up at the queue, which was almost motionless like a long snake, while the long hand of the clock had accurately reached six o'clock. The girls were slightly restless, time was pressing, and they had to make a decision.

  Mei Yu grasped Han Jiali's hand and asked in a low voice, "Did you bring your credit card?"

  Han Jiali was perplexed, and without saying another word, she turned to leave with her bag. Mei Yu grasped her hand, looked straight into Han Jiali's eyes, and asked seriously: "Do you believe me?"

  Mei Yu noticed it the first time she entered this building, the 27-story high-rise building from the first floor to the fourth floor is a department store. She pulled Han Jiali into the elevator and took the elevator directly to the third floor women's clothing section.

  Almost all department stores have the same layout, with cosmetics and jewelry on the first floor, men's wear on the second floor, and women's wear on the third floor. It is said that this arrangement is because men do not like to go shopping, so they try to arrange the men's wear floors lower.

  At the same time, Lian Ming shook his numb long legs and sat up from the leather sofa with a lazy waist. He looked at Wan Ren behind the office desk with sleepy eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"

  Wan Yun glanced casually at the limited edition Rolex on his wrist and replied absent-mindedly, "Two thirty."

  Lian Ming suddenly stood up from the sofa, his tall figure was very oppressive, his long legs took two steps to reach Wan Yan's office desk, his hands supported the marble desktop, and he asked: "Why didn't you call me?!"

  He leaned heavily on the sofa chair and pointed to the LCD screen in front of him with his Parker pen, responding faintly: "She just arrived."

  Wan Rong paused for a moment and said with a hint of regret: "I'm afraid she won't be able to report before three o'clock."

  Lian Ming was taken aback and muttered: "How is this possible?"

  He stretched his tall body and leaned on the office desk, poking his head in front of the screen, extending his slender index finger to lightly swipe the screen twice, quickly calling up the image he wanted to see. After taking a look, he jumped up from the desk with a "ding" sound, angrily shouting: "I only asked them to collect a registration form, what is this, a rehearsal for a variety show?"

  Wan Rong looked at Lian Ming, who was jumping up and down like thunder, and raised an eyebrow on his handsome face without changing his expression. He said slowly and calmly, "They are taking revenge, I guess. Who would have thought that you actually arranged for the judges of the final to come here to collect the registration forms? This is an insult to their professionalism."

  Lian Ming's face turned green, and he immediately understood the key to this. These three people were a well-known host in the entertainment industry, a famous musician, and a producer. He had originally wanted them to screen candidates while accepting registrations, but he didn't expect them to be so negative and lazy, and even wanted revenge on him!

  By the time the registration deadline arrives, there will be over a hundred girls who haven't signed up yet. If they cause trouble, it will cast a shadow on this advertising audition. I'm afraid those media outlets that can sniff out news from anywhere will jump at the chance to report on it. Lian Ming isn't worried about it, but this kind of negative publicity is best avoided if possible.

  These bastards, even Mingxu had grabbed Wanru's wrist, looking at the time, there was still a minute left, he secretly cursed, hoping to make it in time.

  Lian Ming's face turned iron-gray as he turned around and walked out, his eyes fixed on the door of the luxurious office. Just as he was about to step out, Wan Ren's excited cry made him stop in his tracks. Lian Ming spun around, his two eyes wide open, and in an instant, the sleeping cat became a tiger. He strode over to Wan Ren's desk, grabbed his collar without any courtesy, and pulled him to one side.

  Wan Jun touched his neck helplessly, wasn't it just half a head taller? Wasn't it just a judo black belt? Yet he was completely unable to fight back, damn it!

  Lian Ming stared intently at the image of the lovely young girl on the screen, and if he hadn't deliberately observed her appearance before, he really wouldn't have recognized this cunning little wild cat.

  She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with shoulder-length hair falling smoothly on her shoulders. A white striped shirt with a large collar turned outwards, revealing a V-shaped neckline, and a delicate silver necklace gleamed with elegant light above it. Below was a short black skirt that just covered her buttocks, paired with a pair of suitable silver high heels, making her look like a successful and elegant white-collar worker.