In other states and counties, only one person would take the exam each day, but in Qin Guan's case, the whole room was filled with people.
One could imagine the power of the so-called financial city.
As the only Asian among the examinees, the American elites in suits and leather shoes did not have a good impression of Qin Guan.
Asians were sensitive to numbers, which was rare in the whole world. They were also meticulous, so they had a unique advantage when applying for the jobs of the Big Four accountants.
He must be a formidable opponent!
Moreover, the seats for each exam were fixed. There were only 60 students in this batch, and they would be rearranged for the next exam. The atmosphere in the room was quite serious.
Qin Guan did not say much. He found his seat according to his number and waited quietly for the battle that would take place in a few days.
The bell rang and the exam papers were distributed. The examinees began to write their answers simultaneously.
The more they wrote, the weirder the atmosphere became.
The sound of rapid scribbling was especially obvious in the quiet hall.
Even the elite students couldn't help but look at the Asian who was trying his best to answer the questions in the middle of the field.
Even her proud beauty couldn't suppress Qin Guan's terror. He was like a prehistoric monster, baring his ferocious teeth.
The exam lasted four hours, so one could imagine the number and difficulty of the exercises on the exam paper.
Qin Guan, however, checked the multiple-choice questions as easily as picking cabbages in the market.
"A, B, C, F, G..." Everyone thought that he had given up on himself and chosen at random. When he started to answer practical questions, however, they realized that they were wrong.
The words were like fairies under his pen, dancing gracefully on the stage carried by the paper. The draft papers around him were like soldiers, defending the supreme glory of the answers.
The more they wrote, the more they started to doubt their lives. Were they mediocre? Why did the other party answer the questions that they found difficult to understand so smoothly?
The girl with glasses, who had been an assistant accountant at PWC for two years, started to doubt herself for the first time.
How could a person from one of the Big Four accountants' firms lose to a student? Don't ask me how I know he's a student. He's the only one in jeans.
The teachers were dumbfounded. Did 1 + 2 = 3 appear in this year's AICPA?
In less than two hours, the Asian boy stopped writing and took a deep breath. He looked around at everyone's horrified eyes and then narrowed his eyes into a crescent shape.
"Hehe …" He revealed a mouthful of white teeth.
How stifling! Even a teacher who wanted to find fault with him couldn't be warned just because the other party smiled, right?
Thump, thump, thump … Qin Guan knocked on the table with the cap of his pen. The people next to him felt as if a devil's voice was piercing their ears. If looks could kill, Qin Guan would have been killed by a thousand cuts long ago.
When the invigilator looked at him with a warning look, Qin Guan would find another way to kill time.
It had only been two hours, but everyone in the room felt like a year. When it was time for the exam to end, everyone breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
When Qin Guan walked out of the examination room with his books in his arms, he was happy about his little mischief.
Could he say that he did it on purpose? One less competitor was one less.
"Hey, wait a minute, sir …"
The one who called him to stop was the girl beside him, the one who had suffered the most. What? Is she going to ask for an explanation for me?
"Excuse me, sir. Did you take the AICPA exam to join one of the Big Four in the US?"
Qin Guan blinked and looked at the thumb-wide iron plate on the girl's chest. The word "PWC" was clearly printed on it.
"Don't worry. I won't join one of the Big Four as an accountant. You don't have to worry about me …"
Qin Guan blinked at the girl and left the examination room with his books without looking back. I'd better not tease her. She's so pitiful.
Looking at Qin Guan's back, the girl's face turned pale and then red. She patted her chest as if she had let out a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, such a smart guy with a bad character would not want to join her own company. Otherwise, given the man's strength, he would definitely turn her company upside down.
Fortunately, fortunately … but he was really handsome.
After all the CPA exams, Qin Guan was finally relieved. Sister Xue, who was far away in Los Angeles, came back happily.
Director Zhang's team had flown back to China, and Zhang Weiping had contacted his company in the US. Sister Xue had come to bid farewell to Qin Guan. She would return for the Oscars in March.
Qin Guan flipped through the thick paper bag in front of him and asked, "Are these your achievements in Los Angeles?"
Crossing her legs, Sister Xue showed off her achievements. "It took me three days to visit all the film companies and agents in Los Angeles who could accept me."
"I've kept your resume and phone number."
"Not only that, I also asked Miramax to register your information with the Screen Actors Guild."
You have to cooperate with others. There are not many Asian stars here. I have high hopes for you. If there are more scripts, it will be reviewed by three parties. Don't even think about acting first and reporting later! "
Qin Guan didn't know that his popularity in China was rising at a strange speed.
Actually, Qin Guan had been away for half a year. Even though there had been some news about him in the US, he had been away from the mainstream Chinese media, so his exposure had gradually decreased.
At the end of the year though, Qin Guan had suddenly become popular. Some people, especially those in the US, gnashed their teeth in anger.
The reason was simple and funny.
Meteor Garden, an idol drama released by Taiwan that year, had entered the Chinese mainland with great momentum. It had set off a trend of handsome men all over Asia.
The drama was a combination of a domineering president, Cinderella, love, supporting roles and all kinds of cliché plots.
The F4 inside was met with screams of shock wherever it went.
The mainland's male movie stars simply retreated three feet in front of these four people.
In addition, the fans' love for the new and dislike for the old was quite high. To say that they would turn hostile and ruthless was a bit of an exaggeration. It was not wrong to say that they loved the new and hated the old.
The F4 could be seen on TV, in pictorials, on entertainment shows and in record stores. A group of fans was crying for their Prince Charming.
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