The work team attached great importance to Li Zhao's attendance at the Cang Huan Annual Meeting, so they brought the costumes and stylists over early.
Seeing the extremely strict security in the residential area with a sentry every five steps and a guard post every three steps, the members of the working team began to doubt how much truth there was in Li Zhao's poor image.
"This community..." someone whispered, "It seems difficult to live in it."
"Zhao Zhao's friend has two villas in this community, so I lent him one to live in." Seeing that other colleagues misunderstood, Zhang Xiaoyuan explained: "Our son has nothing but poverty."
The colleague who was speaking had a vicissitudes of life on his face: "Brother Zhang, do you know that I am actually a goblin?"
"What essence?"
"Lemon essence."
“Hahahahaha.” Da Ke, who was sitting next to him, couldn’t stop laughing. He slapped his thigh and said, “Let me tell you, when I helped Zhao Zhao move that day, I was just as jealous as you.”
Who doesn’t want to have a good buddy who is rich and generous?
While chatting and laughing, the driver timidly looked sideways at Zhang Xiaoyuan: "Brother Zhang, drive the car further inside, or drive it into the underground garage over here."
"No, just drive in the right lane. Zhao Zhao's house has a private garage."
Others feel more sour.
Li Zhao received a call from Zhang Xiaoyuan and heard that they had already entered the community gate, so he squatted at the door of Yan Ting's house waiting for them to come.
Several minutes passed, and finally two cars slowly drove over. Li Zhao waved at them: "Here."
"Zhao, why are you squatting at someone else's door?" Zhang Xiaoyuan stuck his head out of the car window.
"I've been staying here for the past few days. Please drive your car in." Li Zhao pointed in the direction of the garage: "The garage door is open."
When the car arrived at the garage door, the team members saw that there were security guards in the garage: "Zhao Zhao's friend, what is his background?"
"It's just two buildings and dozens of shops." Dake shook his head and sighed: "The rental income alone is several million every month."
"If these two houses were within the Third Ring Road, the shops would be prosperous..." Everyone lowered their heads and calculated carefully: "No, no, I think I'm jealous of the rich."
The private garage is very large, with seven or eight cars neatly parked inside. With security guards present, people were too embarrassed to look at them for too long. They just had a vague feeling that these cars were not cheap.
"Are you all Mr. Li's colleagues?" The security guard smiled at them warmly. Seeing that they were holding a lot of things, he called a few security guards to help them carry their things: "Please come this way."
"Watch your step."
The stylist felt unhappy. He didn't understand why Strawberry Entertainment arranged for him to do styling at the artist's home. How could the artist's home have all the tools available in his studio?
But even if he was unhappy, he had to give face to Strawberry Entertainment.
Seeing the luxury cars, security guards, and the artist's team members talking about houses and shops, he realized that they were nouveau riche.
Stepping into the luxurious gate and looking at the domestic helpers standing neatly at the door to greet him, the stylist became more certain that this was a nouveau riche.
"Welcome everyone. I heard that you all came here specially to do your hair for Mr. Li. My husband specially prepared a dressing room for you." The housekeeper smiled at everyone: "Please follow me."
Everyone followed the butler, pushed the door open and walked into a spacious room, their eyes widened in unison.
Cosmetics, skin care products, and makeup tools from major brands are classified and placed on different shelves, along with the most expensive makeup lamps and various professional equipment.
"Preparations are in a hurry. If you need anything, please tell me immediately and I will arrange for staff to deliver it." The butler pointed to the snacks and drinks on the table and introduced where the various utensils were placed. "There are people guarding outside the door. If you need anything, please feel free to ask. Everyone, please feel free to come."
The stylist who just now disliked the owner of this house as a nouveau riche now wanted to kneel down and acknowledge him as his father. This is simply the dressing room that stylists and makeup artists dream of!
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" The makeup assistant saw the stylist's eyes filled with tears: "Did you forget to bring something?"
"No." The stylist shook his head. Why did he have tears in his eyes?
Because he loves the things here deeply.
After Li Zhao entered the dressing room, he was severely damaged from head to toe. The skin care steps were exquisite even to the heels, and every strand of hair received the attention and love of the stylist.
"Your skin is in great condition, so you don't have to worry about the death shot in high-definition cameras." Stylists and makeup artists surrounded Li Zhao, but they soon discovered a problem. The high-end dress borrowed by the top management of Strawberry Entertainment was not a good fit.
A layman may not be able to see anything, but an expert can tell at a glance that the cut of this dress is not suitable for Li Zhao's figure.
Li Zhao has a thin waist, long legs and fair skin, and this suit is obviously more suitable for a mature man around 30 years old.
"What should I do?" Strawberry Entertainment prepared three dresses for Li Zhao, but none of these three suits achieved the effect the stylist wanted.
"These clothes are just mediocre, they can't fully show the charming taste of Li Zhao." The stylist shook his head critically: "I want the feeling of wearing a suit and others wanting to take off my clothes."
"Sunny, pure, abstinent, yet charming." The stylist studied Li Zhao's face and muttered to himself, "These clothes will only waste this good-looking face."
Li Zhao let them rub him with a numb expression. Now even if they asked him to walk the red carpet wrapped in a bed sheet, he would agree without hesitation.
"Sorry to bother you again." The housekeeper knocked on the door again and came in, reaching out to follow the two maids who were pushing the clothes racks: "Mr. Li, Mr. ordered some gifts some time ago, but the staff remembered the wrong size. Can you see if there is anything suitable for you?"
The shelves are filled with all kinds of gifts for men in all colors.
The stylist picked one at random: "The design of this dress is very similar to the style of the chief designer of the Hong family."
A designer of this level would not make the low-level mistake of getting the size wrong.
"This set looks like an Orange design..." The stylist's hands were shaking a little. These didn't look like sales items, but more like private customization. Isn't it too coincidental that so many designers got the sizes wrong at the same time?
What’s even more coincidental is that when he picked out one and asked Li Zhao to try it on, the size turned out to be just right.
"This one." The stylist picked out an elegant black dress, a white shirt and a black suit, a color contrast that never goes out of style.
This set of clothes really suits Li Zhao very well, but the jewelry he brought with him does not match the clothes.
Seeing that they had chosen their dresses, the butler opened the locked cabinet next to them and said, "There are some accessories in here. I wonder if there is anything you need."
Everyone looked at it and saw neatly arranged watches, cuffs, brooches, tie clips, and collar pins...
"I can't watch this any longer." Dake covered his eyes and turned his head, holding onto his colleague's hand to catch his breath: "If I continue to watch this, I'm afraid I'll be committing robbery."
"Uncle housekeeper." The dying Li Zhao regained his spirit under the shining light of the jewels: "Did Tingting buy all these?"
"These are all his personal belongings. Mr. Li can use them without worry." The butler nodded gracefully: "Please don't worry."
The diamond shone brightly. Li Zhao blinked, took a deep breath and said, "I understand."
The stylist put on gloves and carefully took out a diamond collar pin for Li Zhao to wear, muttering the name of a famous designer as if she was worshiping a holy object.
After matching all the accessories for Li Zhao, the stylist's voice was trembling: "Zhao Zhao, you must protect these things well tonight. Don't lose them."
The brooch worn on the chest was one of the favorite accessories of a foreign nobleman a hundred years ago. After the nobleman went bankrupt, his collection was auctioned. Last century, this brooch was bought by a domestic businessman and then disappeared. I didn’t expect it to appear here.
This is not something that can be bought with money. If it is lost, they can’t afford the compensation even if they sell the entire team.
"It's just something put together by a few stones." The housekeeper smiled: "Master said that as long as Mr. Li has a good time at the annual meeting, that's all."
God damn some stones!
The stylist is going crazy, is it a question of a few stones?
Yeah? !
Are all the nouveau riche nowadays so generous?
After the whole look was done, everyone was very satisfied. The team's cameraman took several full-body photos of Li Zhao in the corridor of the villa, which were used as promotional images for the studio.
Before leaving, Li Zhao asked the team to wait for him in the living room, and he knocked on Yan Ting's door.
"Tingting." Pushing the door open, Yan Ting was sitting on the balcony with an unopened book on his knees. He turned his head and looked at Li Zhao who came in. He was silent for a few seconds and said, "Not bad."
"Beautiful?" Li Zhao walked to his side and touched the teacup on the table. The tea was cold. The leaves outside the balcony were swaying gently in the cold wind.
He turned around, picked up his coat, and put it on Yan Ting: "I will try to come back early in the evening, remember to ask the kitchen to save some food for me."
You definitely won’t be able to eat enough if you attend this kind of annual meeting.
"Okay." Yan Ting looked at the child's new hairstyle and nodded affirmatively: "It looks good."
"They rubbed me for the whole afternoon. If it doesn't look good, I'll be so sorry to my fans." Li Zhao moved the teacup further away: "Don't drink the tea if it's cold."
"Zhao Zhao, it's time to get ready to set off."
Zhang Xiaoyuan's voice came from downstairs.
"I'm going out first." Li Zhao took two steps and saw Yan Ting sitting obediently on the chair looking at him. He couldn't help but walk back and ruffle his hair: "Brother, you are so cute like this!"
Looking at Yan Ting's beautiful hair, which was messed up by him, Li Zhao felt guilty and ran away.
The footsteps were getting farther and farther away. Yan Ting reached out and grabbed the coat he was wearing, stood up and walked to the balcony handrail. He looked at Li Zhao and his team, and trotted towards the garage.
Watching the car slowly drive out of the gate, the light in Yan Ting's eyes gradually dimmed.
"Sir." The housekeeper stood at the door and did not come in: "Before Mr. Li leaves, let me remind you not to forget to drink the soup stewed in the kitchen."
The window screen was trembling in the cold wind, and the housekeeper could not see Yan Ting's figure through the half-closed window screen.
"I see." He looked down at his coat and said, "Bring it up."
The red carpet segment of Cang Huan’s annual meeting has always been popular with fans and audiences. Cang Huan seems to understand the psychology of fans very well, so he broadcasts the red carpet live on video websites every year.
With the development of the information age, Canghuan also has industries involving entertainment information. For example, the famous online streaming platform Qingjiao Video has shares of Canghuan.
Before the red carpet started, netizens were already squatting in the live broadcast room, and major forums had also opened live broadcast posts, just waiting for the artists to appear.
As night fell, major media outlets had already occupied suitable shooting positions around the red carpet.
The first people to enter were the bosses of major companies. No one was interested, and even in the live broadcast room, there were not many fans leaving messages. At most, someone would come out to gossip about which boss was having an affair with which artist. It seemed very deserted.
But when the first female artist wearing a fishtail skirt appeared, the barrage area began to boil!
Major fashion marketing accounts immediately linked up and began to uncover the brands of the artists’ clothes and jewelry. Fans are very busy comparing with each other, posting comments for their own artists, and controlling comments and praising their own artists on Weibo forums.
When Li Zhao appeared on the red carpet, the barrage of comments was silent for a few seconds, followed by a large number of exclamation marks and "ahh ...
"Ahhh, who is this guy? I want to know all his information within three seconds!"
"I can do it! This face, these legs, this waist, I can do it!"
"With so many big names like these, how did Li Zhao, an 18th-tier guy, get in?"
"The collar pin on his shirt is very nice. I want to buy the same one for my boyfriend."
"Am I the only one who thinks that the Cang Huan Annual Meeting has become low-class? Even an 18th-tier guy like Li Zhao can get an invitation."
The author has something to say: Tingbaobao: I have a few beautiful stones here, give them to you~
Zhao Zhao: I'm going out to play, you have to eat well at home.
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