Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 130 That Gold-Digging Cannon Fodder Woman 18

The assistant burst into tears and cried, "I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."

She looked at the man in front of her in fear, while the people around her were used to this scene and went about their own business.

Song Xianyin frowned. Are all the people in celebrity studios this bad-tempered? She began to doubt their professionalism.

The man glared at her fiercely, as if she were his enemy. He grabbed her hair and dragged her toward the mirror.

"Look at the state of the lights! How are we supposed to proceed with our work?"

Although she was wearing a mask, you could still see the assistant's pained expression.

Song Xianyin, who was sitting on a stool, was also squeezed to the side by him.

Song Xianyin: ?

The man was still going crazy, and the room was filled with his shouts. Because of his violent movements, he even stomped on Song Xianyin's foot.

He turned and glared at Song Xianyin, about to get angry, but then realized she was a guest today, and he forced himself to suppress his temper.

The assistant was crying uncontrollably, looking completely terrified.

Song Xianyin looked at her high heels with some annoyance. What's wrong with this person?

She stood up and pulled the man away with one hand; the muscle definition in her arm was clearly visible when she exerted force.

Fitness training and Muay Thai are not for nothing.

The man took several steps back, staring blankly at the tall and thin Song Xianyin in front of him.

Song Xianyin, arm in arm, looked down at him and said, "What kind of service is this? Did I pay so much money just to see you throw a tantrum?"

The man retorted, somewhat unconvinced: "Who do you think you are? Just a nobody internet celebrity!"

He wanted to say something more, but the people next to him quickly pulled him away.

Internet celebrities are different from stars. Big stars don't encounter this kind of thing, and small stars can just tolerate it if they do. But if an internet celebrity mentions it in a live stream, their fans will immediately start attacking.

A man chuckled and apologized to Song Xianyin, "I'm sorry, Miss Song, the work pressure here is too great. He didn't mean it."

Song Xianyin's face immediately turned cold: "Who cares how much work pressure you have? If you've taken my money, then treat me better. Don't be so ungrateful."

"I'm just a nobody internet celebrity, and I don't know how you all think you're so important." Song Xianyin cursed, "To put it nicely, you're a celebrity studio, but to put it bluntly, you're just a stinky makeup artist. Do you really think you're something special?"

The man kept bowing and apologizing. Looking at Song Xianyin, who acted more like a celebrity than a star, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and winked at his assistant.

"Didn't you see that Miss Song's shoes are dirty? Hurry up and get some paper to wipe them clean."

The assistant wiped away her tears and squatted down to help Song Xianyin wipe her shoes, but Song Xianyin impatiently avoided her.

She took a few tissues, sat on the stool, and wiped herself.

What kind of place is this? It's absolutely disgusting.

The assistant watched Song Xianyin's actions and silently stood beside her.

The filming took an exceptionally long time; they filmed all morning but still weren't finished, and Song Xianyin was starting to get impatient.

Seeing Song Xianyin's unpleasant expression, the person in charge kept trying to calm her down.

Other celebrities and internet personalities with good tempers could be dealt with casually, but this person in front of me doesn't seem like someone easy to get along with.

Song Xianyin took some beautiful selfies. Their makeup was really good. I'll share some with the sisters.

Song Xianyin would add notes to the older sisters who added her on WeChat, noting their fan level. The content sent to each level was different, and the content sent to the member group was also different from that sent to the regular fan group.

It seemed like a hassle, but she enjoyed the feeling of being needed.

When Song Xianyin was taking a selfie, she made eye contact with her assistant behind her. The more she looked at her, the more familiar she seemed. The assistant lowered her head in embarrassment.

"What's your name?" Song Xianyin asked, frowning as she looked at her.

The assistant whispered, "An Yueke."

Song Xianyin choked up, looking at the person in front of her: "No, what are you doing here? Didn't you work making milk tea outside the school? Do you get paid a lot of money here?"

She didn't think these wicked men could give her much money.

An Yueke clutched the hem of her clothes, her face slightly flushed: "Classmate Song, actually I have a dream of becoming a photographer, and I also want to be a photographer."

"They don't give me money, but they teach me things. I'll go make milk tea again in the afternoon."

Song Xianyin couldn't understand what An Yue was saying. Why would she come back without paying, all for her photography dream? She thought An Yue had gone mad.

She hadn't seen them teach her anything all day. They let her take everything, dragged her around, and yelled at her. They wouldn't let her watch how the photographer was taking pictures, and if she got close, they would push her away. It was all just venting their anger.

It was finally lunchtime. Song Xianyin was eating when she saw An Yueke pull out two large steamed buns from her bag, which looked like they came from the school cafeteria.

"Hey, doesn't it include meals?"

An Yueke was taken aback for a moment, then smiled shyly at Song Xianyin: "I'm already very grateful that such an amazing studio agreed to let me in."

Food and such are not important.

Song Xianyin was eating. It seemed that the female lead did indeed have a dream of becoming a photographer, but this studio was actually not very helpful to her.

But if she likes to endure hardship, then let her endure it.

An Yueke had already finished eating her steamed bun, and she looked at the camera next to her with envy.

Once she starts working, she'll definitely be able to afford a camera.

Song Xianyin was almost blinded by the light in An Yueke's eyes.

"Don't be envious, you'll have one next month."

An Yue looked at her with some confusion: "Why, Miss Song?"

Song Xianyin scooped out the rice from the lunchbox and placed it on the lid. She said lazily, "If you can't finish it, you eat it."

Someone gave it to you.

It's time for the main storyline to start, and Sheng Nian will give it to her then.

An Yueke originally wanted to refuse, but the food was just too delicious, so she didn't say it.

She came by bicycle this morning and spent the whole morning moving things; now she's starving.

Song Xianyin ignored her and went to look at the finished product. When she saw it, her face turned completely black.

"Who photoshopped this picture? Where did my arm lines go? Who's the Photoshop artist? Don't they have any aesthetic sense? My hands look like bamboo sticks!"

The person who edited the photo immediately rushed over, saying, "Ms. Song, we'll change it back right away, please don't be angry."

Song Xianyin was still very angry. He had simply photoshopped away all the curves she had worked out to achieve them.

Bad review!

The studio was extremely quiet, and the atmosphere was somewhat tense, something they had never experienced before.

An Yue quickly finished her meal and prepared to stand by, afraid of delaying everyone's progress.