Looking at the man who suddenly jumped out in front of him, wait... this should be——

It's a person, right?

In short, at first glance, one can only feel the four words "thick hair" and "rushing towards you"! Because his face was completely covered by thick black beard and naturally curly short hair, so that only his small eyes and part of the nose tip can be seen.

However, although his eyes are small, it does not affect their brightness at all, and they emit a dark glow.

And his dress is also special and weird——

What she wore on her upper body was not a normal piece of clothing at all. Instead, it was a piece of brown cloth that wrapped around her body, wrapping around and around, with the excess part finally hanging behind her right shoulder.

It's quite like a monk in a temple - or a jungle savage version.

The lower body is wearing a pair of low-cut pants.

But what's outrageous is that this gear is a bit too low.

Sheng Yuan has also seen rock singers or fashionable artists who like to wear low-cut pants, but their crotches usually reach about the knees.

This guy is not like that. His crotch is almost up to his ankles. If it were a little longer, and he had to walk back and forth in this corridor twice, the cleaning ladies in the crew would have to retire early.

“…”

When such a weird and strange person suddenly appears in front of you, you will be more or less scared.

But the girl in the helmet was very calm. She stood there with her hands in her pockets without moving. She looked lazy. She glanced at him briefly with her almond-shaped eyes and then looked away.

Then he changed direction and continued walking to the side.

The movement of turning was as natural as flowing water, as if he was just walking on the road and encountered a "roadblock" and then went around it, it was that simple.

"Hey hey hey——Miss, please stay, please stay~~"

When the 'savage' saw that the girl was not only calm but also hadn't scolded him as a lunatic and chased him away, the light in his little eyes immediately became more excited and he quickly ran up to stop the girl.

Sheng Yuan was forced to stop again.

I don’t know why, but to my ears, this person’s words didn’t sound like he was saying “Girl, please stay”, but rather “Donor, please stay”.

…

The 'savage' began to persuade enthusiastically.

"I'm serious. I usually don't cut people's hair easily. I only asked you because your bones are so amazing!"

"I usually charge a lot for haircuts! Just yesterday, I cut a hair for a big guy. I only charged five dollars, but right after the cut, he was so satisfied that he gave me an extra ten dollars. I couldn't refuse at all~~"

The dragging of the last sound of the word '呢' is very spiritual.

No facial expression can be seen on the 'savage's' face, but one can still feel a sense of 'helplessness' from every strand of his beard and hair because he is too popular.

"Honey, would you please think about it?"

He looked at Sheng Yuan, blinked his small eyes quickly, and sent out enthusiastic "waves" full of hope that she would agree.

“…”

However, the girl's 'signal' was always in a blocked state except for someone else. She said two words lightly and directly refused: "No."

…

More and more people gathered in the corridor. Sheng Yuan once again avoided the "savage" and walked towards the dressing room. At this time, two groups of people came towards her -

There were both men and women, all carrying one or two storage bags of medium size in their hands.

It seems that the makeup artists of the various actors in the crew have come to work.

Sheng Yuan had an indifferent expression. Just as she passed the group of people, she heard a sarcastic male voice behind her: "Hey, isn't this nonsense? What's the matter? You have been promoting yourself over and over again in other crews, but no one is buying your story?"

"So you came to our crew to look for us?"

Someone beside him asked in confusion: "Ah Zheng, who is this person? What's going on? Do you know him?"

The owner of the sarcastic male voice sneered: "Oh, a classmate of mine. After graduating from high school, he also studied film and television makeup design like me. He was the top scorer in our major."

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

"From the same school as you? And ranked first? So awesome." An exclamation came from a group of people. They immediately stopped and fixed their eyes on the strangely dressed man, looking him up and down and examining him in various ways.

"Yeah, he's pretty awesome. Our teacher at school liked him very much and said he was the most talented student they had ever seen. Well... like me, he chose to be a stylist for artists." The man named A Zheng continued to speak, with a tone of praise, but what he was going to say next was the key point.

"It's just a pity that no artist has signed him even after a year of graduation. He is still running around various crews looking for customers."

The words "first in professional performance" and "teachers' favorite student" directly turned into "no artist signed for a whole year".

…

The way everyone looked at the man suddenly changed.

In this circle and in every profession, the most common thing is to flatter the powerful and look down on the weak. If you are popular or famous, many people will flatter you and look up to you.

Naturally, as a stylist, if no artist pays attention to me, I will be like an invisible person, transparent and humble, and anyone can step on me.

Ah Zheng is now the stylist for the popular actress Ling Lan, so his reputation and status in their circle are naturally quite good.

Moreover, it was obvious that he didn't get along with this man. The two of them had a feud. Everyone understood it instantly and took a step back, keeping their distance, staying away from the man and excluding him from the "circle".

The man was no longer surprised by such things. Even after being blocked and ridiculed by Ah Zheng, he remained silent. He didn't say anything and didn't intend to argue. He just wanted to turn around and leave.

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

"Hey, don't go, Hu Jiang. I haven't even finished what I was saying." Seeing the man like this, Ah Zheng felt even more relieved. He walked up to the man and put his hand on his shoulder. His tone was 'earnest', but his words were very bad: "Didn't I tell you before? If you can't make it, you can come to me."

"If you bow your head and beg me, maybe if I'm in a good mood, I can agree to help you get in touch with those 18th-tier artists, so that you can serve tea and pour water, and earn some extra money to support your daily life."

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

The man heard these insulting words and raised his head indifferently: "What do you want?"

Ah Zheng laughed even more sarcastically: "Not so good? Haha, isn't this all for your own good?"

Then he lowered his head and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

Asking for monthly votes~~ and recommendation votes~~ 　　Good night everyone. 　　Who is it! ? 　　Still working overtime during the Mid-Autumn Festival! ?

It's me, the big wronged one, woooooooooooooooooo~ 　　 　 (End of this chapter)