Ouyang Nuo looked around and saw that he was in a conference room, with seven or eight young people looking down at the materials next to him.

Obviously, he did not return to Tokyo Bay as he thought.

This scene made Ouyang Nuo feel very familiar, but it seemed to have happened a long time ago.

The glass door reflected his image. He was a boy in a suit, and his capable short hair exuded the smell of a professional man.

Ouyang Nuo looked at himself reflected on the glass door in disbelief, and his hands were raised involuntarily, and he trembled and touched his smooth and tender face.

Close your eyes...open your eyes.

Close your eyes again... open your eyes again.

Lift your left hand...lift your right hand.

That's right, this handsome man is himself.

His first reaction was that this must be a dream created by MAGI.

"MAGI?MAGI? Come out, stop making trouble."

Ouyang Nuo got up and walked around the conference room, and looked at everyone's faces carefully.

"Are you MAGI... Are you?" Ouyang Nuo asked one by one.

These young people looked at Ouyang Nuo like a monster. His strange behavior really made people wonder what to say.

At this time, a female clerk pushed the door and broke the embarrassing scene.

"Ouyang...Nuo, I was not wrong, did I?" The female clerk looked around the conference room.

"I am Ouyang Nuo...a girl, can you tell me where this is?"

The stupid questions and serious expressions made the young people in the conference room laugh, and even the female clerk covered her mouth and laughed constantly.

"Mr. Ouyang, you are really good at joking, but if you joke with the interviewer later, I don't think there will be any good results." The female clerk opened the glass door and made a "please" gesture, indicating that Ouyang Nuo could go out with her.

This scene...This scene...

Ouyang Nuo's pupils slowly dilated, and with a "buzzing" sound in his mind, his body began to tremble with excitement.

"Is this the TBS headquarters building?" Under the tremendous stimulation, his voice was a little weird.

"That's right, you came with me half an hour ago... Mr. Ouyang, are you not feeling well?" Ouyang Nuo's crazy expression made the female clerk feel a little uneasy.

"Tell me! Today is July 2, 2000!!!" Ouyang Nuo rushed up and shook the female clerk's shoulders frantically, waiting for the answer to appear.

"Yes...yes...please let go, I'm going to call the security guard!" Even though the female clerk has been in the workplace for many years, she has never seen an applicant who is so stunning. She was shocked for a moment.

Everyone was shocked by Ouyang Nuo's behavior, and the conference room suddenly fell into death silence.

After getting the answer I was looking forward to, Ouyang Nuo let go of the female clerk and tried his best to remain rational.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of my composure." Ouyang Nuo bowed sincerely.

"...Follow me, the Okamoto Department Chief is already waiting for you..." Before the female clerk could recover from her surprise, she hurriedly sorted out her clothes and took Ouyang Nuo out.

Ouyang Nuo found that he had returned to the year he had just graduated. This day was July 2, 2000, and he was fortunate to participate in the second round of application for the post-production department of TBS TV.

But what was waiting for him was a bad interview. The interview examiner Okamoto was a guy who discriminated against Chinese people. Ouyang Nuo, who had just walked out of campus, was humiliated by him. After that, Ouyang Nuo could no longer bear it, fought and finally stayed in the police station all night. This day was the turning point in his life. If he didn't go to the police station, he wouldn't know those people, and if he didn't know those people, he wouldn't take that road...

Ouyang Nuo licked his lips. Now he is no longer the young boy who has just left the campus.

Soon, the clerk had already brought Ouyang Nuo to the door of Okamoto's office.

"He would say 'Gui Er, are you a fool? How did you screen out the resume of the Chinese man!'" Ouyang Nuo said to himself.

"Ah?" The female clerk was confused by the young man in front of her and even forgot to knock on the door.

One second later, his scolding came from Okamoto's office.

"Gui Er, are you a fool? How did you filter out the resume of the Chinese man!"

The female clerk stayed in place in surprise and couldn't speak.

Ouyang Nuo patted her on the shoulder and showed her uncle's usual smile: "Girl, it's okay, I'll do it myself."

Instead of knocking on the door, he pushed the door and broke into Okamoto's office.

“Correction of your pronunciation, CHINA.”

Under Okamoto and Kameji's astonished eyes, Ouyang Nuo put his butt on the chair opposite the desk.

The guy crossed his legs and began to look at the interior of the office aimlessly: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

"You...you!" Okamoto's face turned red with anger, pointing at Ouyang Nuo and wondering what to scold.

"Calm down, do what you should do." Ouyang Nuo was not a good person. He waved his arm and slapped the table hard, suppressing him with a volume that exceeded Okamoto's orders of magnitude.

Animals have an instinct, that is, when they encounter opponents that are stronger than themselves - they will shine!!

Especially in Nihongguo, something called "momentum" or "eye" is very important.

Okamoto was no exception. Under the instinct, he really sat down slowly.

Who is this kid? He actually has such a sharp look!

Okamoto had never seen such a person before, so he naturally didn't know how to deal with such a person.

The noise just now attracted all the staff in the nearby office area, and the door was suddenly surrounded.

"Brother, stop being idle, I'm in a hurry!" Ouyang Nuo patted the table again.

Okamoto trembled all over and hurriedly picked up Ouyang Nuo's resume.

“Hokkaido University…School of Media…”

"Did you have not seen these before? Don't waste my time."

“…Your instructor is…”

"Bigu Kiyojuro."

"oh……"

Ouyang Nuo laughed in his heart. The last time he said Teacher Biguqing's name to Okamoto, this guy hurt him for five minutes and forced himself to fight. But this time Okamoto just said "Oh" obediently.

The boy who was invited to the past was able to deal with things like Okamoto after going through the vicissitudes of life.

Okamoto no longer knew what to ask, and the scene was in awkward.

Ouyang Nuo slapped the table again: "Brother, can you still ask for something?"

"Oh...no need...you go home and wait for news." Okamoto just wants to end this nightmare interview as soon as possible.

"Can't you decide now?" Ouyang Nuo would not just leave. In this case, only if something happens can he be hired.

Okamoto finally couldn't bear it anymore. How capable can you be, a silly student? You made up your mind and were about to have an attack, but you saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses leaning into half of your body and knocking on the door.

"Leader Ozawa!" Okamoto stood up and bowed 90 degrees to the middle-aged man.

When he heard the word "Class Leader", Ouyang Nuo also quickly stood up, nodded to Oze, and smiled, and he still had to give some face to the boss of this level.

Ozawa cursed in his heart, and those who can nodded to him were people with certain positions. Where did this guy come from...

"What happened? I see so many people surrounded your office door?" Ozawa asked.

"Secretary Director, this classmate has been reluctant to leave after the interview, which has disturbed you!" Okamoto bowed deeply again.

Ouyang Nuo was a little ridiculous. I didn’t have so many rules when I was in the Shankou group back then. How could the dignified TBS TV station behave like a palace?

"Can you leave now?" Ozawa said to Ouyang Nuo expressionlessly, and at the same time he glared at Okamoto again, revealing a sentence in his eyes - you can't handle such a cheating student?

Okamoto's face was so embarrassed that his flesh was squeezed into a ball - this guy's body wouldn't be able to stand it if you were you...

"Sorry, Director Ozawa, I don't want to leave yet, because this interview is not over yet." Ouyang Nuo's temperament instantly changed from a black-gang hooligan to an intellectual. "According to my observation, the head of Okamoto's department discriminated against me, and during the interview, he just asked me some questions that were not painful and itchy. I didn't have the chance to show my talents at all."

Ozawa's face became even more serious. He also wanted to end the farce as soon as possible, but the guy in front of him was righteous and justified. It was really hard to force him to get out in front of so many colleagues.

"How do you want to show it?"

"Give me some original video materials, movies, TV series, animations or variety shows. I will finish the editing in 15 minutes. My colleagues will help me judge. If someone says I can't cut it well, I will get out immediately and I will guarantee that I will never appear in TBS again."

Ozawa snorted and muttered to himself that even the most skilled veteran of TBS who edited the original material for two hours had to be cut in the same time as the material. This guy would not be here to play with us.

However, he thought again that there was no need for an applicant to do this. Years of experience told him that the most talented people are often arrogant. It would be better to give this kid a chance. If he is really a good editor, it can indeed relieve the huge work pressure in the post-production department now.

"Sakurai, take him to the computer room and choose a TV series for him." Ozawa said to a young man who was watching behind him.

Then he turned his head to Ouyang Nuo: "I can give you 20 minutes to read the script first, go."

Ouyang Nuo smiled gratefully to Ozawa Joe.

He was really grateful, and he had no choice but to do so. If he went home honestly and waited for news, he would probably not have anything until next year, so he could only rely on this method to break through the siege. Such reckless behavior might have been blown out of the way elsewhere, but Ozawa really gave himself such a chance.

The most important thing is that he allocates a TV series, not a movie. A regular movie has a total length of materials usually within dozens of hours, while the material of a TV series is generally controlled within 5 hours. If Ozawa really wants to make himself fool of himself, just throw it over to a movie.

In full view of everyone, Ouyang Nuo followed Sakurai into the late computer room.

"Idol!" The young man from yellow hair Sakurai patted Ouyang Nuo on the shoulder, "Okamoto is like a little girl in front of you. I really don't know how you, a fresh graduate student, did it."

Ouyang Nuo chuckled in a low voice: "You can do it if you stay in the Yamaguchi group for a few years."

"Haha, you're really good at joking..." Sakurai obviously didn't take it seriously, but just smiled and pulled out a chair, "Come on, just sit here."
To be continued...