As they watched all the auditioning artistes walk in and then out, one after another, the ones who had yet to go in inevitably felt the pressure increase, especially since most of the failed candidates were A-listers.
When the advertisement director of Noble, Cook continuously scolded furiously in the audition hall, everyone became increasingly nervous.
Cook's Chinese was not too shabby, so everything that he was yelling could be heard clearly by everyone outside...
"Did they really understand what I was saying? I'm suspecting if they are even intelligent enough! I want nobility! Elegance! Not a soulless puppet doll dancing on a music box!"
"Fang Xiaowen? No, no, no, she can't do! Her performance was very good, but her eyes betrayed her inferior soul!"
"Xu Jiaojiao? Are you kidding? She was practically a walking jewelry rack! Plain beyond anything!"
