Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity - Chapter 022

Personal Makeup Artist For A Top Celebrity
Chapter 022 – The Stingy Top Star (2)

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“It doesn’t matter whether you can act or not. Just stand there, I say ‘action,’ you finish the shot and leave. It’s actually quite fun,” Yin Song said.

The more he looked at her, the more he felt she had a good presence and a very clean, natural beauty.

“Director, this is the makeup artist I finally managed to find. You can’t poach her right in front of me,” Lin Zexi’s voice suddenly came from behind them.

The two of them exchanged a few words before heading back to their rooms for a short break.

There was still an afternoon shoot ahead.

Nearby, some crew members had witnessed the entire scene clearly.

The way they looked at Shen Yiyi now carried a bit more scrutiny.

A young makeup artist working for a top star, and now even managing to leave the director in such a good mood, clearly she had her own methods.

“Isn’t that makeup artist the type who sleeps her way through one person and then tries to climb higher?” Crew members U and Y whispered in the restroom.

It was lunch break, and the restroom was empty.

“With a face like hers, she could get to anyone she wants,” one of them said.

“Young, pretty, of course men like her.”

“She’s so young, but clearly very calculating.”

“Otherwise, how could she have gotten this far?”

“I wonder if her parents even know what she’s doing,” U said with a sigh.

“Society really is going downhill,” Y said with disdain. “So young, and already willing to degrade herself.”

“What about your parents? Do they know you’re spreading rumors and slandering people behind their backs?”

The sudden voice made both of them jump. Shen Yiyi was standing right behind them, glaring at them with anger.

“I wasn’t talking about you. Why are you butting in?” Y said nervously.

“If you weren’t talking about me, why are you shaking?” Shen Yiyi’s voice carried a sharp edge.

“It has nothing to do with you,” the two of them muttered, quickly slipping out of the restroom in embarrassment.

Shen Yiyi had only been on the job for a short time, but she had already heard plenty of unpleasant things.

Frustrated, she sat on a small stool beside the motorhome, unable to understand why people in the crew were so hostile.

After finishing his scene and changing clothes, Lin Zexi passed by and noticed her sitting there dejectedly.

His brows furrowed slightly.

“Go ask her what’s wrong,” he said.

Huang Kankan was leaning by the door playing a mobile game.

“Who?” he asked, looking up.

Lin Zexi tilted his chin toward Shen Yiyi.

“Oh—Yiyi?” Huang Kankan sounded surprised. “Wasn’t she fine earlier?”

He walked over and sat down beside her on a small stool after noticing something was off.

“Yiyi, what’s bothering you?” he asked.

Shen Yiyi glanced at him but didn’t respond, staying silent.

Huang Kankan stayed with Shen Yiyi for a while, but seeing that she still refused to talk, he went back to report.

“Boss, Yiyi seems to be upset about something. She’s sitting there alone. I asked her, but she won’t say anything.”

Lin Zexi looked at her through the car window.

“Boss,” Huang Kankan added hesitantly, “could it be because we keep asking her to cook every day? Maybe she thinks she’s not suitable as a makeup artist and is starting to doubt herself… Is she going to quit?”

Lin Zexi’s brow twitched slightly. His expression darkened as he thought for a moment.

Then he asked, “What does Shen Yiyi like?”

“She likes money,” Huang Kankan answered immediately. “Yiyi’s a bit of a money-lover.”

Lin Zexi took out his phone and sent her a transfer.

Shen Yiyi felt her phone vibrate.

She pulled it out and saw a transfer from Lin Zexi: 30,000 RMB.

After glancing at it, she calmly put the phone back into her pocket.

“Go check on her again,” Lin Zexi said.

Huang Kankan sneaked another look at Shen Yiyi.

“Boss… she’s still not happy.”

Lin Zexi sent another transfer.

“Go check again.”

Shen Yiyi opened Lin Zexi’s WeChat and saw another transfer: 50,000 RMB.

“Boss, it’s still the same. She’s still not happy,” Huang Kankan said dejectedly.

Yiyi couldn’t be thinking of leaving… what about his food?

Lin Zexi sent another transfer.

Shen Yiyi checked her phone again: 100,000 RMB.

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