"Where are we going? My house or?"

Walking out of the gate of the "Qinghua Hotel", Zhou Jing turned around and asked his friends.

"I definitely won't go to your house, go to my office."

Hao Ping thought of Zhou Jing's room in his memory, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

As a standard wasteful person and technical resident, Zhou Jing is the only one who has left his room except for domestic waste, and the pungent smell of pigments is also mixed with. Every time he goes to his house, it is a test of his sense of smell.

"Outsiders can also go in at your office at will? Voice actors or something are idols after all, right?"

Zhou Jing remembers that the profession of voice actors is also regarded as idols in Japan, and is the same as actors and singers. After all, the word voice actor means dubbing actors.

How can Hao Ping bring him in as a base camp for such a "show entertainment industry" company?

"It was not possible, but now everyone is in trouble and they are flying away. Who cares about these things? Now that the company is still in the company, there are basically passers-by. You don't know who it is, you don't know who it is."

Hao Ping took the lead in walking forward while making trouble with Zhou Jing. After all, there is basically no problem using the word "fill in the tree" and "scattered". The remaining big cats and kittens are three or two, and it is better to say that they are idols than to say that they are little girls with idol dreams.

When he walked to the roadside, Hao Ping habitually took out his cell phone. After a moment of silence, he realized that he was no longer a coastal city in China. There was no such world as Didi, not even China, let alone Japan.

He reached out and waved to a roadside taxi, got into the co-pilot himself, and asked Zhou Jing to sit in the back row. After speaking the company's place name, he continued to communicate with Zhou Jing in Chinese.

"Since your company is already so miserable, who are you still trying so hard to show your achievements?"

Zhou Jing sat alone in the back row of the taxi, enjoying a spacious seat, leaning comfortably on it, and asking himself about the thoughts of this friend in a lazy tone.

"Why else? You can't be a construction worker after you lose your job, right? I'm different from you. You can still be a fan cartoonist. I have only brought a few new voice actors, and I have no qualifications and no resources, so I can only fight to the death. Besides, the three new voice actors under my command, I can't bear it when I see them like this."

Maybe I haven't seen someone from my hometown for too long, or I am born with a lot of trust in this "little" and there is no sign of concealment in his words. I honestly told Zhou Jing about his thoughts, and vented my boredom and complained to my close friends.

"Haha, can't you feel sorry for watching the little girl look good?"

Zhou Jing asked with a smile, in fact, the voice actors Hao Ping was in charge, can be described in terms of appearance as "cute" or "beautiful". An Yuan Michiko is cute and beautiful, Aumi Nanase is gentle and intellectual, Ao Nono Yamiya is lively and sunny.

In contrast, Zhou Jing felt that he could only look at the fat cartoonist who was over 40 years old, and he really wanted to sigh that the sky had no eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, they are all a bunch of little girls."

Hao Ping shook his head. Although he was only 25 years old, he thought that compared to Nanase Arimiya, who was the oldest among the three, who was only 18 years old, there was no problem at all to say that they were little girls. When facing such a girl, he really didn't have any evil thoughts in his heart.

Although the three little girls look like a likable one.

"Get out of the car, it's already here."

He didn't want to continue discussing the topic just now. Seeing the taxi driving near the company, he paid to open the car door and walked out first, and called Zhou Jing in the back row.

Zhou Jing followed Hao Ping into the elevator and came to the office of the ImShe Hao Ping. As soon as Zhou Jing sat up, he asked, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

"First use your online fan-made account to find a way to spread the news."

Hao Ping handed Zhou Jing a cup of black tea made from a tea bag, then grabbed a chair and sat next to him.

"Agent Hao Da, let's talk about something. How can you spread the word "in vernacular"? I have three beautiful voice actors who can help you dubbing. Come up and lick it up quickly? No one believes this kind of thing."

Zhou Jing turned around and looked at Hao Ping helplessly. It wasn't that he deliberately complained, but Hao Ping wanted to do this naturally and spread the matter out. This is too embarrassing, right?

"What do you think you should do?"

Hao Ping was also worried that if he had any good solutions, he would not have asked Zhou Jing to go up to his head.

"We have to have some practical things first. Do you understand the practical things? If you can get a finished product, I will pass it on and turn around and mention your three voice actors. There are still some things. It's so simple and rough, are you so gossiping?"

Hao Ping made sense when he heard this, but he has no finished products now, and he cannot take out the official works of these voice actors in his hands. Didn’t that directly expose this matter and take the initiative to hype it?

"This matter is difficult. Otherwise, you can just make a video for me and I will call them over and dubb you."

Hao Ping thought for a while and thought of a plan that he thought was good.

However, it was Zhou Jing's complaint.

"Great God, Master, you ask me to make a video for you as soon as you open your mouth? Do you think I have an anime generator on my body. I have this ability, and I am still so miserable?"

Zhou Jing wished he could pinch his neck with both hands. Does this guy think it was a very simple thing to do videos? He also said, "You can help me make a video." It's really amazing.

"Then let me think about it..."

Hao Ping did not consider this situation now. After all, although he has the memory of the second generation, he has never participated in normal similar creations. However, what Zhou Jing said makes sense. If Zhou Jing directly promotes it, it will be a bit simple, rough and direct. This advertisement is as hard as an advertisement for Coca-Cola in ancient dramas.

However, in a short time, he didn't know where to get a finished product and provided it to Zhou Jing to make a gimmick, which made a sudden difficulty.

"Dongdong."

A knock on the door came, and then An Yuan Meizhizi pushed open the door.

"Hello, Hao Pingsang, good noon."

An Yuan Meizhizi smiled at Hao Ping with a cute face, then raised the plate in her hand, and said to him with a smile: "I heard that Hao Pingsang brought his friends here. Yamei Jiang said that Hao Pingsang only knows how to make tea bags, so Nanase Jiang specially made black tea and asked me to bring it to you."

"Uh, thank you, An... Michiko, you have worked hard, come in first."

Hao Ping was also stunned when he heard her words. He had brought friends here before, and after being together for so long, this was the first time that three young voice actors remembered to prepare these things for him, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Isn't this Mr. Zhou? It turns out that this time it's Hao Pingsang's friend, it's you, Mr. Zhou, long time no see you."

An Yuan Meizhizi and others have met Zhou Jing. Because of Hao Ping, several voice actors also met Zhou Jing.

"Oh, Michiko-chan is still so cute~"

Unlike Hao Ping, who has always been serious and calm, Zhou Jing seems quite frivolous to beautiful girls, but Hao Ping knows that this guy just likes Huahua. In fact, like him, his single record and birth date are maintained simultaneously, and he is not as playboy as he seems.

"Mr. Zhou, please have tea."

An Yuan Meizhizi first poured Zhou Jing a cup of black tea and put it on the table, then poured Hao Ping a cup of tea and handed it to his hands.

"Well, thank you. An... How did Michiko practice in the morning?"

Hao Ping took the black tea handed over by An Yuan Meizhizi. Because of what An Yuan Meizhizi said in the morning, and the first time he had such a close contact with his voice actor, he couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.

"It's still...it's fine."

An Yuan Meizhizi seemed to have noticed Hao Ping's appearance, and didn't know what she was thinking. She said a few intermittently and then quickly retreated.

"Then, I'll continue to practice with Nanase Chan and Yami Chan."

It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit weird when I continued to stay here. An Yuan Meichiko took a few steps back and said goodbye and left, leaving two men looking at each other.

"It's too much... What did Hao Ping, you bastard do? He is only 17 years old, why didn't I realize that you have the courage to play unspoken rules? Ha? I can't bear it when I told me anything. You just did something that I'm sorry for the little girl, you're a bastard!"

After An Yuanmeizhizi went out, Zhou Jing suddenly suffered a disaster and pointed at Hao Ping and was very angry.

"Hey, what's crazy all of a sudden?"

Hao Ping was stunned again, wondering why this guy was suddenly stimulated.

"You are pretending to be stupid to me? Ha? Come and pour tea. Why do you put it on the table when you give it to me, and hand it over when you give it to you? And seeing the blushing look of you two, how long do you want to hide it from me?"

Zhou Jing analyzed An Yuan Meizhizi's activities to Hao Ping one by one. Just like a judge with conclusive evidence, he almost smashed the hammer on the table, and opened his mouth and said: Death penalty!

"Then... Michiko isn't it to you first."

Seeing his friend turning wildly, Hao Ping couldn't help but doubt it, but the more he thought about it, the more he became more and more afraid. Whether in his past or present life, he was a single dog, and had never been in a relationship, so he couldn't help but start to shake it. He quickly found a reason, not knowing whether he was defying Zhou Jing or his fearful voice.

"Ha? Are you really stupid? Doesn't this mean that Michiko-chan treats me as a guest?"

When Zhou Jing turned around, he looked at his self-deceiving friend and was angry that he didn't even bother to fight. He said that a good friend would hold hands, who would fall in love first and who would be the dog? This traitor.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about these messy things. Now the most urgent thing is to deal with our problems. Do you have a way? You are so excited."

After a while, Hao Ping also realized that he would not care whether what he said was reasonable or not, or he would find an excuse to go over it and say it perfunctorily.

"well……"

Zhou Jing sighed, looked at the black tea that was still steaming on the table, shook his head helplessly, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and cursed at his friend while taking out his cell phone, "Since I'm so old, it's the first time a girl has handed me tea. How can I not use up all my old face for you?"
Chapter completed!