At seven o'clock, Zhou Yiyang finally finished filming for the day. When he was about to leave the crew and was about to call Guan Fei, Bai Yangyu walked up to Zhou Yiyang and said, "Mr. Zhou, there's someone at the door looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Zhou Yiyang asked back with some surprise. Who would be looking for him?

However, although Zhou Yiyang was very surprised, he still walked to the door obediently.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." A girl with a pitiful look and a slightly plump figure was looking at Zhou Yiyang nervously and expectantly.

"Hello." Zhou Yiyang searched his mind and even checked the original owner's memory. He was 100% sure that he did not know the girl in front of him. "What can I do for you?"

Bai Yangyu seemed to have noticed something was going on. He quietly walked to Zhou Yiyang's side, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Boss Zhou, do you need me to find a reason to take her away since you don't know her?"

Zhou Yiyang shook his head at this time, then said with a smile: "No need, she's just a little girl, are you still worried that she is an FBI agent who wants to assassinate me?"

Bai Yangyu immediately stopped talking and stepped aside.

The fat girl found that Zhou Yiyang not only did not drive her away directly, but instead looked like he was listening attentively. Her heart, which had already turned cold, suddenly rekindled at that moment.

She felt that she might still have a chance.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm actually an actor." When the fat girl said this, there was even a glint in her eyes. At least Zhou Yiyang could confirm one thing: this girl was very proud of her profession.

"Really?" Zhou Yiyang smiled. "How about this, you haven't had dinner yet, I'll treat you to dinner, and we can talk while we eat."

"Well," the plump girl said, still a little unaccustomed to the rapid progress. She scratched her head before continuing, "Mr. Zhou, you don't even know why I came to you, and you're going to treat me to a meal?"

"Is this a conflict?" Zhou Yiyang said with a smile, "Even if you just come here to eat and drink for free, it won't be a big loss for me, right? It's just a meal. And since you can muster up the courage to come to me, I think you must have something important to tell me."

The fat girl stared at Zhou Yiyang stupidly. She felt like the infatuated heroine in a girl's comic. After seeing the domineering male protagonist, the only sentence left in her mind was: "He's so handsome!"

Patting her chubby cheeks, the fat girl nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou."

Zhou Yiyang then turned to look at Bai Yangyu standing beside him. "Old Bai, I'll trouble you later. Please ask Guan Fei about the progress over there. It would be best if they could send me the photos first."

Bai Yangyu nodded and went straight to call Guan Fei.

Guan Fei received the call very quickly. She was holding the bags of four girls in her hands and a baguette in her mouth, so she had almost no hands free to answer the phone.

In the end, he had to quickly finish the bread before answering the phone: "Brother Bai, what's wrong?"

"Boss Zhou asked me to ask you, how's the progress over there?"

"It's almost done. Let me tell you, the creativity of 'Ella' this time is really interesting! I didn't think it would be good at first, but when I saw how they looked after putting on their makeup, I was really sold."

"Really? I'm really looking forward to it." Bai Yangyu smiled. In fact, he knew the editors-in-chief of the five major magazines very well and was well aware of their abilities. Therefore, he had never worried about the cover photo of Moonlight Girl from beginning to end.

But when he heard that the theme was dolls, he was still surprised.

Guan Fei was so shocked by the final film that she was speechless.

There is no C-position in this set of cover photos, because when four Barbie dolls wearing princess dresses of the same color and style and wearing golden wigs stand in a row, you would not think that any of them is protruding.

It's like a product produced on an assembly line.

Each of them has the same makeup, and thanks to the makeup artist's amazing skills, each of them looks as delicate as a mannequin.

The only thing that can make people realize that they are living people and not fake Barbie dolls is probably their eyes.

This was the editor-in-chief's only requirement: "You don't need to have any thoughts, no movements, and no smiles, but your eyes can move. That's your only undimmed consciousness, use it to convey your emotions!"

Guan Fei sat on the ground and saw the entire process of the cover photo shooting.

The background chosen by the editor for them was a temporary stage. If you look closely, you will find that it is somewhat similar to the original stage of 101.

In the center of the stage, four puppets stood in a row, staring blankly at the front—the "you" looking at the photo. The feeling of being stared at by them was actually a bit creepy.

If you look closely, you can see that their eyes are sad, forbearing, angry, and desperate.

They are obviously different people, but they are molded into perfect yet identical puppets by factors such as fame, wealth, and desire.

"Okay, take a few more photos and put them on the inside pages." The editor was very satisfied with their photos this time.

She then took another photo of them posing on the red carpet, but they were actually being held up by strings behind their backs.

Guan Fei liked it more and more the more she looked at it. She could almost imagine what kind of discussion would arise online after this set of photos was released.

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