Chapter 120 The eldest lady was also 'inspired' 2

Sheng Yuan paused slightly, and then slowly raised his eyelashes.

Looking at the man who suddenly popped up in front of him, wait... This should be-

It's an individual, right...

In short, at first glance, I only felt the four words "extensive hair" and "coming to the face"!

Because his face was covered with thick black beard and natural curly medium and short hair, he could only see his small eyes and part of the tip of his nose.

However, although his eyes were very small, it did not affect its brightness at all, emitting a bright light.

And his dress is also very strange—

The upper body was not wearing a normal piece of clothing at all, but a piece of brown fabric wrapped around the body, circled and circled, and finally the excess was hanging behind the right shoulder.

It has the style of a temple monk - it is also the jungle savage version.

Wearing a low-end pants on the lower body.

But what's outrageous is that this level is a little too low.

The rock singers or fashionable and avant-garde artists that Sheng Yuan has also met like to wear low-end pants, but they basically reach the knee position.

This person is not. His stairs are almost at his ankle. I am afraid he will grow a little longer. Walking back and forth in this corridor for two rounds, the cleaning aunts in the crew can retire early.

“…”

Such a strange and weird person suddenly appeared in front of him, and he would be more or less shocked.

But the girl wearing a guard hat was very calm. She stood there, her hands in her pockets and didn't move, her posture was lazy. She glanced at him briefly and then withdrew her gaze.

Then he took a step and changed direction and continued to walk aside.

The movement of turning around was as natural as flowing, as if he simply encountered a "roadblock" on the road and bypassed it. It was simple.

"Hey hey--This girl, please stay, please stay~~"

The 'savage' saw that the girl was not only calm, but she didn't even think of herself as a lunatic and drove her away. The light in her little eyes immediately became more and more excited. She hurriedly ran up and stopped the person.

Sheng Yuan was forced to stop again.

For some reason, this person's words seemed to be not saying "The girl stayed for a walk, but the donor stayed for a walk."

...

The 'Savage' began to persuade him enthusiastically.

"I mean it's serious. I usually don't cut the shapes for people easily. I took the initiative to speak out because your bones are so surprised!"

"I usually charge high fees for cutting people! Just yesterday, I just finished cutting a big guy. I originally had to charge five yuan for hairdressing, but as soon as I finished cutting, he was satisfied and gave me ten yuan more, which was simply unavoidable~~"

The tail sound of the word "南" is very spiritual.

There is no facial expression on the face of the 'savage', but you can still feel a sense of helplessness from every beard and hair that is too popular.

"Dear, think about it?"

He looked at Sheng Yuan, blinked his little eyes quickly, and released the passionate "radio wave" full of hope that she could agree.

“…”

However, except for someone, the girl always had a blocked state, and she spit out two words lightly and refused directly: "No."

...

It was probably time for the crew to start construction.

There were more and more people in the corridor. Sheng Yuan walked around the 'savage' again to the dressing room. At this time, two people walked towards him.

Both men and women have one or two storage bags that are not big or small in their hands.

It seems that the styling and makeup artists of the various actors in the crew are here to work.

Sheng Yuan looked indifferent. As soon as he passed by these people, he heard a sarcastic male voice behind him: "Oh, isn't this arrogance? Why? Hey, isn't you selling yourself over and over again on another crew, and found that no one bought your account?"

"Just ran to our crew to look for it?"

Someone beside him wondered: "A Zheng, who is this person? What's going on? Do you know him?"

The owner of the sarcastic male voice sneered: "Oh, a classmate who was in the same class and studied film and television makeup design like me after graduating from high school. He is still the first major in our class."

He bit the word "first" a little harder, but the corners of his mouth curled up, and the mockery was even deeper.

"A school with you? Or is it the first one? So awesome." A group of people exclaimed, and they stopped immediately, looked at the man in weird clothes, looked up and down and looked at them.

"Yes, it's just awesome. At that time, the teacher we taught in the school liked him. He also said that he was the most spiritual student they had ever met. Well... Like me, I chose to be an artist stylist for employment." The man named A Zheng continued to speak, with a complimentary tone in his words, but what he was going to say later was the key point.

"But, it's a pity that he has been graduating for one year and no artist has signed him. So far, he is still working in various crews and looking for customers."

The words "first professional score" and "teachers love students the most" are directly turned to "No artist signing for a whole year".

...

Everyone's eyes at the man changed instantly.

In this circle, in various professions, the most common thing is to praise the high and beat the low. If you are popular or famous, most people will flatter and look up to you.

Naturally, as a stylist, if you don’t pay for it, you’re like an invisible person, transparent and humble, and anyone can step on it.

A Zheng is now a stylist under the popular actress Ling Lan, and his reputation and status are naturally quite good in their "circle".

Moreover, he obviously seemed to be incompatible with this man. When the two had a marriage, everyone understood it instantly. They took a step back one after another, opened the distance, and stayed away from the man, excluding him from the "circle".

The man has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. He was ridiculed by A Zheng and kept silent. He didn't say anything or argue, and just wanted to turn around and leave.

But A Zheng didn't want to let him go so easily.

"Hey, don't leave, Hu Jiang, I haven't finished speaking." Seeing the man's appearance, A Zheng felt even more relieved. He walked up to his front and put his hand on the man's shoulder, and said 'serious', but the words were very bad: "Didn't you tell you before? If you can't make it, you can come to me."

"You lower your head and beg me. Maybe if I am in a good mood, I can promise to help you with a little 18th-tier artist, let you serve some tea, pour some water, and earn extra money to maintain your daily life."

"I've been eating instant noodles for a year, but I'm still not tired of it? Huh?"

When the man heard these insulting words, he raised his head coldly, "What do you want?"

A Zheng laughed more and more sarcastically: "Not it? Haha, isn't it all for your own good?"

Then he lowered his head and said in a voice that only two people could hear—

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