With An Di as the mediator, everything became simple and fast.
The next group of models hadn't arrived yet. Assistant Lin, who had been angrily shouting that Jiang Yansheng and the others would suffer the consequences of their own actions, stepped aside.
The silver-haired photographer pushed the camera in his hand forward and put his arm around An Di's shoulder naturally. He smiled at Jiang Yansheng and said, "The three of us are friends from the same university. I came to China to develop some hobbies."
An Di pushed his hand away in disgust. "You call this a hobby when it's so big? We don't even know where to put our faces."
The silver-haired man laughed heartily. He didn't look like Wang Yiran, who had warned him to be difficult to talk to.
He touched the tip of his nose shyly and looked at Jiang Yansheng. "You are from China, aren't you? When in Rome, do as the Romans do. You can call me Mr. Wen. This is my business card. "
"I was in a hurry. Next time you come to the studio, please take me with you." Jiang Yansheng took the business card politely with both hands and put it in her pocket.
Mr. Wen smiled. "Of course. Since you are working with our studio, we will definitely meet again. When you come in to make an appointment, just take out my business card. You don't have to wait in line."
Jiang Yansheng looked up happily when she heard this.
Wen Shang's studio was well-known both at home and abroad. If she could get the approval of the boss here, it would be much more convenient for her to come in and out of the studio in the future.
Before she could think about it, someone suddenly snorted coldly behind her. A strange female voice rang out. "Sister, if you can't come to an agreement, then don't talk about it. Don't leave a bad impression on the studio. Even if the Jiang Clan can't come in to shoot next, I might come here myself to shoot some..."
Jiang Yansheng didn't need to look back to know who it was. She ignored him and didn't look back. She just whispered to Mr. Wen, "As I said before, we have a little misunderstanding with the studio. In fact, we have no choice. My sister …"
She nodded with her finger. "There's something wrong with her brain. She's crazy with her imagination all day long. This time, the company has already signed a spokesperson, but when I wasn't looking, she actually thought that she was the spokesperson. She directly brought a few of the company's unpresentable people over and made an appointment."
Fortunately, I found out in time and brought the right spokesperson here. I hope Mr. Wen can you give us a little more time? " Jiang Yansheng apologized politely. She glanced at Assistant Lin, who had turned to stop Jiang Yaru because he couldn't stop her. She added, "Assistant Lin said that although my sister was the one who broke the cosmetics, I can compensate you at twice the price.
"We have always held a very respectful attitude when we worked with Wen Shang Studio."
Mr. Wen was pleased. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. "It's okay. It's not a big deal anyway."
An Di was like a shrew. Jiang Yansheng blinked and knew what this woman wanted. He made the number three sign by his side.
Of course, one day is not enough. Can you afford to give me three days?
Jiang Yansheng rolled her eyes and nodded reluctantly.
An Di smiled and put her arm around Mr. Wen's shoulder. "Wen, you can't get it. Chinese people always speak in a roundabout way. Jiang Yansheng wants you to help drive away this person who is a wet blanket."
"We have always been very stingy with people who are not friends." Mr. Wen looked up in surprise. He made a hand gesture to Assistant Lin and ordered them to drive away.
Jiang Yansheng's lips curled into an elegant smile. She slowly turned around and mouthed something to Jiang Yaru, who was angry because he was stopped by Assistant Lin.
I won't see you out.
Assistant Lin coldly pushed Jiang Yaru out of the door.
"I'm sorry, Miss Jiang. Boss has asked you to go home immediately."
Everything was not going the way she had expected. Jiang Yaru's voice became sharper and sharper. Her newly manicured nails fell off. "Why do we have to go home?"
She widened her eyes in disbelief and shouted fiercely, "Jiang Yansheng! What do you mean by this? "
Jiang Yansheng, on the other hand, maintained a faint smile and looked at her from afar.
It was as if she was looking at a clown.
Jiang Yaru was burning with rage. He couldn't wait to tear her apart.
Wang Yiran followed closely behind.
He did not know what had happened.
He knew that Wen Shang's studio was notoriously difficult to talk to, but he did not know how Jiang Yansheng had managed to persuade their boss.
He tugged at Jiang Yaru's clothes. "Let's go back first. Don't make a scene outside."
"Didn't you say that this endorsement deal was in the bag?" Jiang Yaru scolded Jiang Yansheng in a low voice. Her words were so vulgar that Wang Yiran frowned.
Wang Yiran looked at the angry woman in front of him. His eyes flashed with impatience, but he had to suppress his temper and comfort her. "It's okay. Let's go back to the company first. I have a plan."
"This endorsement deal will be yours in the end."
…
After getting rid of all the unpleasant things, Jiang Yansheng suddenly felt that the air she was breathing was much cleaner. She walked towards the dressing room, and An Di followed closely behind her.
"We agreed to three days, so we'll do it in three days. Director Jiang is a man of his word. Even ten horses will not be able to chase after him."
Jiang Yansheng nodded helplessly.
"The one who came to talk nonsense just now is your sister?" An Di praised. "I seem to have seen her often on TV. Is she a small star? No, you two don't look alike at all. If you hadn't mentioned it just now, I wouldn't have recognized her at all … "
She felt a headache coming on. She felt that she had dug a big hole for herself and trapped An Di, this chatterbox, in it.
"Of course we look different. Even our mothers are different." Jiang Yansheng flipped her hair casually. "Don't you think that my genes are much better than hers?"
An Di was so surprised that he could not close his mouth. "Oh my god, even if you marry the second one, isn't the age difference between you two too small? I don't mean to say this, but the one just now looked older than you … "
Jiang Yansheng pursed her lips. "Should I thank you?"
An Di smiled shyly. "It's okay. I'm just telling the truth."
Deeply impressed by An Di's shamelessness, Jiang Yansheng snorted coldly through her nose. "The holidays are short. Why are you following me instead of accompanying that handsome guy who came from afar?"
An Di scratched his hair. "The two of them kept talking about photography. What kind of lens is good, what kind of extension frame is good. I didn't understand a single word they said. I had to pretend that I understood them and giggle on the side. I felt suffocated."
"It's rare for you to have such a clear self-awareness." Jiang Yansheng shrugged. "Since you're not interested in photography, it must have been hard on you."
"Who said that I'm not interested?"
An Di straightened his neck. "I maintain a burning interest in anything that I can't do or haven't done before."
As he spoke, he swiped a black-and-white style photo from his phone and put it in front of Jiang Yansheng. "What do you think? I took this photo under the guidance of two master photographers. Even they said that this photo of mine is very classy. "
Jiang Yansheng sneered and glanced at it curiously. "Where's the head? Why didn't you take a picture of your head? "
Although the screen was classy, it was still a selfie of the owner of the phone.
An Di's face turned red. "You don't understand. When taking a picture, you should show the most attractive part of your body. I'm most satisfied with the collarbone part of my body!"
Jiang Yansheng slowly looked for Ah Mei's room in front of a row of dazzling doors. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. "It's not easy to be friends with a photographer. She's so happy even though she's missing an arm or a leg."
She raised her hand and stroked An Di's fluffy hair. "When I have money, I'll buy you a head."
An Di muttered, "You have no taste." When he looked up, he saw that they were in the dressing room. He wanted to stay there shamelessly, but Jiang Yansheng gave him a light kick.
"Get lost."
"It's your vacation, and you're still working with me?"
She pushed open the door to the dressing room. Two makeup artists were already busily working around Amei.
He didn't know when, but Ah Mei had already changed her clothes.
She wore a snow-white thousand-layer princess sleeve with white lace decorating it from head to toe. A light gold belt hung tightly around her waist. The color was simple, but it did not lose its classy vintage feel.
Haute couture had its reasons for being expensive.
Amei, who was wearing such an exquisite outfit for the first time, was a little nervous. She stared at herself in the mirror and did not even notice when the bristles of the makeup brush brushed her eyes.
Jiang Yansheng held onto the armrest of the chair and carefully wiped her tears with a tissue. "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked considerately.
Amei looked at her tenderly in the mirror and smiled sweetly. "Not at all. It's my first time wearing something like this."
Her eyes sparkled with joy, but her voice was calm. "I'm very happy."
"Thank you, Yansheng."
They just happened to rely on the live streamer platform to become popular. Even if they got the money, it was just fast money. They didn't know when a better live streamer would appear, and the fans who usually said that they would love them for life would leave without looking back. When she went shopping with the money, she did not even know which brand would suit her. When she saw the price tag, she would hesitate if it was worth it.
In fact, Amei knew when she saw Jiang Yaru.
After all, being rich all of a sudden was not the same as being pampered for a long time.
But then she met Jiang Yansheng.
Thus, he vaguely felt that even people who lived like princes had their own merits.
Jiang Yansheng was stunned. She laughed. "What are you thanking me for? It's what I should do. You signed the contract and saved me so much money. If I don't help you organize a decent concert, I'll feel sorry for you."
Amei's eyes sparkled. "Actually, there's no rush. I'm not ready yet."
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