put wildness in his heart

Chapter 295 Poverty Alleviation
The director's attitude is very sincere: [If there is less, you can just mention it to me directly, don't be embarrassed to say, we can discuss it again, but there is a small problem at present, you know, Mr. Wen, our crew The situation——]

Wen Miao answered: [very poor. 】

director:【……】

The director sent an embarrassing emoji: [Cough, I'm really a little poor. 】

Wen Miao: [ a little bit? 】

Director: [...well, very poor. 】

The director was embarrassed for a long time, and finally bit the bullet, and sent the most important sentence like a broken jar: [So this is the situation now, and you know, even the extra money, we really can't get it out... 】

The director originally wanted to say, "If you don't want to pay the appearance fee, I'll give you some more in a while." But before this sentence was sent, Wen Miao sent a "poor stare. jpg" emoji. broken.

Wen Miao replied: [You don't need to give me an appearance fee, you can keep the money for yourself. 】

She is not short of that little money.

The director was overjoyed: [Huh? ?Really? ! 】

Wen Miao sincerely made a suggestion: [Yes, you should save that money to buy some stage equipment. I watched the video before your show, and the red carpet on the stage was frayed. Did not change, it seems not ordinary poor. 】

The director burst into tears: "..."

Do you have to be so heartbroken when you speak?

The recording place of the program group is in another district of Jiangzhou. The car of the program group was waiting at the gate of the community early in the morning. The sky was getting bright, and Wen Miao came out dragging the suitcase. her suitcase.

Wen Miao only had time to say: "Hey, you can't lift it—"

Then, watching the little assistant take over the suitcase, his expression changed.

The little assistant took three deep breaths, her face flushed, and she didn't pick up the suitcase in the end.

He suspected it contained bricks.

In the end, it was Wen Miao who carried the suitcase into the trunk of the nanny's car by himself, then clapped his hands and got into the car with a calm expression on his face.

The driver popped his head out of the car window and greeted the back. The little assistant finally closed his wide mouth in astonishment, and hurriedly followed into the car.

Wen Miao had already sat down in her seat, the little assistant carefully looked up at her, and then greeted her somewhat cautiously: "Hello, Teacher Cat."

Wen Miao: "?"

Realizing that he had said something wrong, the little assistant quickly changed his words: "Ah, no, I mean, hello, Teacher Meow."

Wen Miao: "???"

Wen Miao put down the phone, looked at him and corrected, "Sorry, my surname is Wen."

Although her Weibo name is Lord Cat, her last name is really not Cat.

The little assistant stammered nervously: "No, I'm sorry, Mr. Wen."

"Oh, it's okay." Wen Miao didn't care too much, "Also, you don't need to call me Teacher Wen, just call me by my name."

The little assistant doesn't look very old, in his early twenties. He should be a college student who came to do a part-time job or an internship. In the entertainment circle, they always call artists this teacher, that teacher. Wen Miao sounds very uncomfortable.

Especially since this little assistant was about her age, Wen Miao was even more uncomfortable when he said "Teacher Wen" every time.

"Well, Wen... uh." The little assistant scratched his head, feeling that calling his name was a little impolite, and he couldn't say it out, "Master Cat, I'll call you Master Cat along with the fans of the band."

"Okay." Wen Miao didn't care about this.

Seeing her talking so easy-going, the little assistant's nervousness also dissipated a bit, and he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked her a word: "Master Cat, what are you putting in your suitcase, it's so heavy?"

Wen Miao said mysteriously, "Gold bars."

"Ah?" The little assistant opened his eyes wide, "Gold, gold bars???"

"Just kidding." Seeing that he really believed it, Wen Miao laughed, "Just two clothes, and a few blankets and sheets."

She is not used to the bed sheets and quilts in the hotel, and basically takes these personal items with her wherever she goes.

The little assistant asked with some doubts after hearing the words: "Is the blanket so heavy?"

"Vacuum compressed, so the trunk is full."

"..."

No wonder it is so heavy, like an iron block with a suitcase in it.

The show was delayed for too long, and the director was in a hurry to catch up. After the two special guests and three music instructors arrived at the scene, he greeted the camera crew to start recording.

The logistics team was sorting out the scene, and the tutors and guests were taken to the dressing room for styling.

Wen Miao's stylist brother is a fashionista who is at the forefront of the trend. I heard that he is a professional Tony teacher. He has excellent makeup and hair.

Wen Miao immediately took a fancy to his green hair, which was full of vitality, and his thriving appearance, so she asked her younger brother to make a copy of the same style for herself.

The little stylist was overjoyed and praised her precise vision repeatedly: "Mr. Wen, to tell you the truth, your appreciation vision is definitely one in a million, unrivaled. Only you understand the true core of fashion and trends. They all They can't appreciate my hair color, and say my head is like a pot of leeks that have sprouted."

The little stylist's movements are neat and fast, and the color is applied directly.

Because Wen Miao's hair is black, and there is no bleaching process, just simply coloring the hair. After it is done, it is not pure green, but the tone is more dull blue.

Eye-catching, but not garish.

When Wen Miao pushed the door and went out, the little assistant who was waiting at the door looked up and was stunned. He looked at him in a daze, and then at the little stylist brother who was waiting for a compliment, and instantly got this hair color of beauty.

Before, I thought the stylist's hair color was too exaggerated, but he has changed his mind now. It seems that whether the color of the dyed hair looks good or not depends on the face.

Seeing Wen Miao's new hair color clearly, the behind-the-scenes personnel passing by in the corridor at the door stopped in their tracks with surprise on their faces.

"Hiss...the color is so green, my fund is not so green."

"It's a bit like the color of seaweed. Why is Mr. Wen's aesthetics so unusual? Everyone likes long hair like seaweed, and she likes the color of seaweed?"

"It doesn't matter. She has a good face and can withstand such a toss. Even with a chicken feather on her head, she looks good."

"That's the truth."

"To tell you the truth, I never got this hair color before, but when I saw Wen Miao now, I suddenly felt that this color is really pretty. I was already tempted, and I really got the same style."

"Wake up, friend, you have to know, it's not that the hair color is good-looking, it's because her face is good-looking, so the hair color looks good-looking."

(End of this chapter)