Fan Qi also had a warm smile on his face: "Good morning."
This is the difficulty faced by working people. Besides, Feng Xueming giving flowers to Xu Miaoer has nothing to do with him.
"The makeup artist is here. Can I go in with Miss Fan?"
"trouble."
Miss Wang called a golf cart and accompanied Fan Qi into the club.
As soon as you enter the door, the view immediately opens up, with lush summer lawns, scattered trees, and white-walled and blue-roofed buildings scattered among them, and in the distance is a pier with yachts moored.
"Miss Fan, this club was founded by Mr. Feng's grandfather, Mr. Liu Xiangnian. Our characteristics are simplicity, elegance and taste. Mr. Feng has been with Mr. Liu since he was a child, and his taste in architecture has been extended to his clothing style."
This place is indeed much more tasteful than some of the clubs I visited in my previous life where they wanted to cover the walls with gold foil.
Fan Qi likes minimalism, so this style suits her taste. However, she doesn't know much about these styles, so she asked, "Nordic style?"
"To be precise, it's Scandinavian style, a style that developed between World War I and World War II..."
She spoke in a very complicated way, and Fan Qi couldn't remember so many nouns. She couldn't tell the difference between this style and the simple Nordic style, but it really made people feel comfortable.
The car took Fan Qi to the door of a villa, and Miss Wang took her in: "This is the guest room of the club, and it is our main filming location today."
In this house, both the interior and the furniture use gray colors. They should belong to the Morandi color system, right?
Fan Qi was taken to a room on the second floor by her, and a lady in her thirties came over to greet her: "Ms. Fan, I'm Vivian, the makeup artist."
"Hello."
"I'll give you the first look."
"good."
Fan Qi sat down, and the stylist began to put makeup on her: "I wonder how Miss Fan maintains her skin? Why is her skin so good?"
How could she answer this? She was quite lazy, and she had been using skin care products after choosing one brand. That was the skin care products from her previous life, this life? The original owner didn’t have much money, and used a lot of different cosmetics. Fan Qi replied, “I don’t take care of anything.”
"That's because Miss Fan is young and has good skin."
"Fan Qi, has it already started?" The agent walked in and complained, "I finally have a day off, but I still have to..."
"What's the problem with the filming? It doesn't matter if you don't come." Fan Qi told him.
The agent walked over to her side, looked at Fan Qi in the mirror, and said, "Of course I have to come. Only the rich or their friends can enter this club. The club's membership fee is 100,000 Hong Kong dollars, and the monthly membership fee is 1,000 Hong Kong dollars."
This kind of club is a place for business tycoons to socialize. Some people come in and take a look, and then they have the capital to brag about it.
The agent stood behind Fan Qi, looked at her in the mirror, and said, "I've already told the company, they said you can take a break if you want, and they won't arrange any work for you for now. See when you're free next week and go to the company to sign the contract. This time I'm fighting for not only a guaranteed salary of 6,000 yuan for you, but also for three years."
When the lip brush left her lips, Fan Qi said, "No, I won't renew the contract for now."
The agent in the mirror looked grim: "Fan Qi, don't think that..."
"Don't think so." Fan Qi's voice was cold and distant.
The stylist put on her makeup and continued to do her hair.
Fan Qi disliked the trouble of managing long wavy hair. She was going out early today, so she just tied her hair into a ponytail. The stylist helped her let her hair down, applied essential oil and hairspray, and with her skillful hands, her curly hair became tamed, slightly messy, making her look a little lazy.
"Ms. Fan, you can change your clothes now."
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