"Since we have made the decision, what should we do next, Hao Pingsang?"

After cheering, I still had to return to the real problem.

"The next thing, the three of you have to do is to work hard to train your skills. Leave the rest to me."

"That's all right?"

An Yuan Meizhizi widened her eyes. Their agent called them over with such a serious email, just to make a decision.

"That's fine. After all, the next step is the job of an agent, Miss Anyuan."

Hao Ping did not make any special requests for the three new voice actors. As voice actors, they only need to do work in front of the stage, when performing, and when facing fans. Other jobs can be handed over to the agent.

“Does we have no place to help?”

Although Hao Ping's words were completely understood, if you can't help at all, it will still make An Yuan Meizhizi feel uneasy.

Is it really okay to hand over everything to Hao Pingsang?

"No, you will help me the greatest help. Miss Anyuan, this is very important to our plan, because we are not facing ordinary audiences and players."

Hao Ping shook his head. Their choice can be said to be dancing on the tip of a knife. Although there are many benefits to working with that group of fan authors, they are also the most picky, serious and fanatical group of people in the entire audience. If they can gain their favor easily, these three new voice actors will have long been able to reach the level of popular voice actors.

"I said that for voice actors, maintaining excellent dubbing skills is not 'important' but 'must'."

He turned around and didn't want to talk too complicatedly to An Yuan Michiko, so he simply used the authority unique to an agent to suppress his objection.

"That's it, I understand, then I'll go and practice."

Since Hao Ping, as an agent, has said this, An Yuanmeizhizi doesn't know what reason is that he chooses to stick to unnecessary opinions.

Michiko An Yuan was about to walk out the door and follow Aumi Nanase and Aono Amiya who were walking in front of him, but she remembered something and turned around and said to Hao Ping: "Hao Pingsang, isn't it very strange to call me 'Miss An Yuan, Miss An Yuan'?"

"Um?"

Hao Ping, who was thinking about the actual operation method, came back to his senses and did not react for a moment what An Yuan Meizhizi said meant.

"Just call me 'Michiko'."

Michiko An Yuan mustered up the courage to express her meaning.

Then, with a "swoosh", it passed through the office door like a light butterfly, and closed the office door with a "bang".

"Ahhh-Michiko, you are really...ahhhhh! What did I do!"

Leaning against the office door, An Yuan Meichiko felt that her breathing was heavier and she had to work hard to avoid suffocating.

"Hao Pingsang... there will be no misunderstanding, right? It should, probably, maybe... no, there will be no misunderstanding. An Yuan Meizhizi, you are thinking too much. This is a very normal thing. How can there be any misunderstanding? No, absolutely no..."

"Anyway, I need to practice now, and I can't let Nanase and Ami-chan see anything..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Michiko Anyuan tidied up her face that had become dark red due to shyness. She did not follow Amiya Nanase and Aono Ami who walked in front of her until her face looked normal.

"Hey? Michiko, why did you delay so long? What did you say to Mr. Hao Ping?"

Looking at Michiko An Yuan who was following, Aono Ami suddenly asked strangely.

"No...nothing..."

An Yuan Meizhizi pretended to be calm and tried to make her face look normal. When she was anxious, she didn't notice that she was speaking a bit intermittently.

However, Aono Yami has always been careless and has never noticed these things.

"Hey, is it? It feels strange..."

"Anyway, the important thing now is practice!"

"Oh, okay..."

"It's so strange. Miss An Yuan suddenly ran so fast?"

Because Hao Ping, who had been thinking about serious matters, had a little bit of a load of CPU in his brain. For a moment, he didn't know why An Yuan Meizhizi suddenly said something inexplicable and ran out.

In short, whether it is a man's dullness or a false homemaker's emotional experience, he can't feel the meaning of An Yuan Michiko's behavior.

"Looking back at these things, I'm thinking about how to contact those fan groups now."

When he can't figure it out, put it aside and simply don't think about it. Now he still has serious work to be busy, and he has no time to think about these things.

When working with fan groups, he did not intend to come directly. This is the case in this world. He took the initiative to come but did not let others come here to come and the effect was good.

If he now brings his three new voice actors to a fan group and fight, not to mention whether he believes it or not, at least the initiative of both parties will be changed. Maybe after working for a long time, it becomes that the other party thinks that he has given him favors, which will be a loss.

So only by finding ways to make those fan groups take the initiative to get up can they make them feel grateful and further create the feeling that it is our side who "helps" them.

"So, what should I do?"

Hao Ping walked to his desk and sat down, brewed a cup of black tea for himself. He didn't care about water temperature or something, and sipped it slowly in his hand.

"First, let them know that there are so many 'professional voice actors' willing to dub their fan works for free, and secondly, they should contact them actively."

Close your eyes and savor the taste of black tea, but your brain is thinking about the corresponding strategies in the enclave.

"It is not difficult to get them to contact us on their own initiative. Having voice actors who are willing to dub their fan works for free is a very big temptation for many fan groups with insufficient resources. In other words, as long as you take the first step, the subsequent things can naturally arise..."

His fingers gently and rhythmically knocked on the wall of the ceramic cup, as if a rhythmic musical performance accompanied his thoughts.

"It seems that there is only one way..."

After thinking for a while, after denying countless ideas of "Is this possible?" in my mind, I finally chose a solution from it.

"It can only be passed on by word of mouth. Tap water and other things are much more advanced than the navy."

The word "tap water" is an online term from the Celestial Empire in later generations, meaning that unofficial people actively promote the official propaganda. Compared with ordinary "water army", tap water has even better effect.

Because tap water is also equivalent to the "one of our own people" among the audience.

After making a decision in his heart, Hao Ping was about to start acting. He took out his cell phone from his handbag, flipped through the address book a few times, found a familiar number, and dialed it out.

"Fortunately, I have brought this Hao Ping's memory, otherwise I would have really caught it."

I have no secret complaint about God even giving me such benefits as traveling through a system. I am glad that I still have some memories. If my mind is blank, it will be so miserable.

The phone beeped twice, and a man's tired voice came from it.

It's Chinese.

"Hey? Hao Ping, why do you remember to call me?"

"It's so late, are you rushing to draw a draft recently?"

Hao Ping smiled. Although he didn't know what it had to do with Hao Ping, he naturally started chatting in a familiar tone when he heard the voice of an acquaintance coming from the phone.

"Hey, you don't know my situation. It's not normal to not wake up during the day and sleep at night. Speaking of which, what's wrong with you guys looking for me?"

"Well, it happens that something is wrong. I want to ask you, the 'big guy', for help."

"Oh, don't talk to me in this tone. When you say that, I feel trembling in my heart. I always feel like you boy is trying to trick me."

"I'll treat you."
Chapter completed!