The trio developed such a Shamatt style, either being scolded by their family or being ridiculed and mocked by their peers. How could they even praise others from the bottom of their hearts? They were both surprised and happy. Moreover, the other party had excellent language organization skills, such as unruly, confusing youth, and not surrendering to society. That was simply to the heart!

They usually think so, but how can they describe it in such rich language?

The young man was basically in a state of dullness, his mouth was so wide that his boss opened, and his nose was flowing out into his mouth, shouting, "Hey, aren't you scaring me, aren't you?"

Song Baojun was secretly happy, and his vulgar personality was indeed well-deserved, and he said seriously: "With your IQ, can I scare you?"

The young man felt that he was complimenting himself, scratched the back of his head and laughed: "That's true."

Song Baojun reached out and pulled Kuang Shao's silver-plated necklace, and was amazed: "The style of this moonlight goddess is a bit beautiful in twisting, with a fine feel and an alternative pattern. Of course it is very good, but..."

The young man was waiting for his good words with joy, but unexpectedly, there was a sudden turn and asked anxiously: "But what?"

Song Baojun shook his head and said, "But there is no soul, and it is obviously not worthy of your style. Look, you are obviously visual rock and goth heavy metal craze, but you wear a girlish necklace, and you fail!"

Before the young man could react, Song Baojun took his clothes and said, "Why use a zipper? Don't you know if this clothes are metal buttons, will your charm be taken to the next level? Failure!"

The crazy young man was stunned: "What, what?"

Song Baojun is already a senior image designer, looking at Sister Ba with bright eyes and said, "The bright golden eye makeup on his eyes is shining, gorgeous and colorful, which is really memorable. But don't you think this looks like the Monkey King?"

Although the "Baojie" dressed strangely, she still had some foundation after all, with bright eyes, straight face, straight nose, and neither fat nor thin. If she was willing to go on the right path, she would be a beauty in the end.

Sister Ba u uttered and hesitated: "Really, is it true?"

At this time, Song Baojun had completely abandoned his otaku state and spoke more smoothly, saying: "What else is there? The navel-exposed dress is very decent, fully showing your youthful and gentle waist..."

Sister Ba's face, who had just been defeated, smiled like a lunatic, and showed a rare shyness, saying, "Okay, does it look good?"

Song Baojun continued: "It's a pity that the old mud on the navel has not been cleaned yet, it's a black ball. It's a failure, it's so failed!"

Sister Ba's face instantly turned red and Fuji, just looking for a hole in the ground to bury herself alive.

Song Baojun turned to Brother Zha again, pulling the other party's collar, his face full of righteous words: "Look! This is Brother Zha of Brother Zha's group? It's so heartbreaking to me! Do you think adding a nose ring to the nose can be a counter-trend? Wrong! Do you think that body painting with a spear pattern on your neck can show a dark style? Wrong! Do you think that wearing a ring on your ten fingers can highlight the cool manly style? A big mistake! I thought you were the non-mainstream core of this city, but it seems that I was wrong!"

Brother Zha was at a loss and said, "Brother, can you tell me where I was wrong?"

"You, who are you?" Kuang Shao completely forgot the purpose of cheating him out of money and asked pitifully.

"To be honest, I am a designer of the 'Wind Valley Company' and have contacts with many big brands." Song Baojun calmly gave himself an identity and said seriously: "Do you know the 'Black Snake Photon'? I personally do the dressing and dressing at this year's 'Extreme Desire Summer' concert."

The three-piece Shamatt breathed rapidly. "Black Snake Photon" is the lead singer of the city's famous heavy metal rock band, leading a generation of trends. Many young people in the city who do nothing are regarded as spiritual idols. This few crazy young people are obviously among them.

"Big, big brother! Can you tell us when the new album of Black Snake Photon is about to be released?" The young man was shocked by Song Baojun's magical performance and automatically ignored his vulgar and stupid dress.

Song Baojun said: "Please pay attention to yourself. Think about it carefully. Your level is considered a big shot in the city's Shamatt world, but it's still far from your idol."

Sister Ba asked while rubbing her belly button, "Then, what should we do to do better?"

"I have an image design team of up to fifty people, specializing in serving top idols. If you want to go to the next level, I am willing to help you." Song Baojun's face was full of seriousness, seriousness, ability, integrity and selflessness, as if he really took it that way.

The three of them nodded together: "I'm willing, I'm willing! Of course I'm willing!"

Song Baojun finally nodded with relief and asked, "How much money do you have?"

The three of them were already shocked by him and answered honestly: "Okay, it's not much, it's about a hundred or dozens."

"Take it all out, I will design a brand new image for you for free, so that from then on, I will laugh at the tea state, making countless men and women scream for you and stay up all night." Seeing that the young man seemed a little hesitant, Song Baojun said with a stern face again: "What? A little bit of money is just dirt to you. Is money more important or image more important?"

"Of course, the image is more important!" The three of them quickly gathered together and took out their change and gathered together. Each of them had more than one hundred yuan, which was about three or four hundred yuan together, including a lot of dimes and coins.

As soon as the young man was held in his hand, Song Baojun snatched it and quickly put it into his belt. He stared at the quartz on his brother's hand and said, "What are you doing with this annoying thing? Take it off quickly, I can't explain it clearly if you tell me. This kind of vulgar jewelry is a great insult to Shamatt! Leave it to me for a while!"

Brother Zha had to take off the quartz watch and hand it to him. His decisive and unyielding look seemed to be a storm who turned around and said goodbye to his sinful past.

The three of them looked at Song Baojun pitifully with anticipation.

"Wait first." Song Baojun waved to stop a taxi, put on his watch and looked at it, and said, "I have to attend the Surreal Art Exchange Conference held in Jinse Hall immediately. You can go to the front desk of the Iraqi company's 'No. 1 Building' tonight and wait for me, and say I asked you to come. This is the case first, goodbye!"

He got into the taxi and shouted to the driver: "Go to Chazhou University right away! Don't stop on the road!"

Before the three of them could react, they saw the taxi turn a big turn and disappear at the end of the road like an arrow leaving the string.

"Goodbye...! By the way, brother, I don't know what you call me!" The young man waved his hand and shouted.

"Yes, he didn't say his name, how can we find it? By the way, is there any surreal symposium we hold here?" Brother Zang thought for a while and asked again: "Where is the Jinse Hall?"

Sister Ba added in confusion: "Do we have an Iraqi company here?"
Chapter completed!