I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 51 Olive Branch (for further reading)
In the afternoon, the shooting scene.

Today’s shooting style is rough Chinese style.

Yes, vulgarity means elegance. Zhang Yang was wearing a tattered shirt, exposing his chest and eight-pack abs. His arms were stained with dust, and he was digging in the field with a hoe.

The whole person's attire is that of a long-term worker in the old society.

"I thought I could just stand still and pat myself, but I didn't expect that I still have to work." Zhang Yang wiped his face with his dusty hands, and suddenly his face was covered in black streaks. "What the hell, what a big loss!"

At this moment, his appearance combined with the muscles all over his body not only did not reduce his points, but also added a bit more male hormone aura.

Behind the camera, a group of married female staff members were watching the shooting scene, each of them looking somewhat excited and excited.

"No wonder the young lady in the old society would be with the long-term worker."

"Question Tian Xiao'e, understand Tian Xiao'e, become Tian Xiao'e, and surpass Tian Xiao'e!"

"The male protagonist of rough Chinese literature now has a face!"

"Hey hey hey!"

Irene was wearing a small brown suit and sunglasses, standing with her arms folded.

The laughter of these young married women gradually became abnormal.

Finally, she couldn't help but look back and glance around, and the surrounding suddenly became clear.

It’s good to be pure. I’ll watch it by myself.

Erin lowered her sunglasses and looked at the tall figure not far away, feeling grateful for her vision this time.

"Have you finished filming?" Zhang Yang waved his hoe in the field, cursing in his mind.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that a fashion magazine would take an unusual path and have to tap into this rough-and-tumble style. The audience has changed, right?

"Okay!" There was a call to stop in the distance, and Zhang Yang threw the hoe in his hand and left the camera.

As soon as I walked off, the staff handed me mineral water.

Zhang Yang took a big gulp and was thinking about taking the money and leaving early when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Looking closely, it turned out to be Irene, the director of ISA Fashion Weekly.

"Zhang Yang? Are you interested in signing a contract with Aisha and becoming our long-term model?" Aileen looked at Zhang Yang with interest.

"I don't have this idea at the moment." Zhang Yang shook his head without any hesitation.

Just think of it as a part-time job to complete the task, are you really planning to do it for real?
"You don't want to sign a contract with our Aisha Fashion?" Irene immediately asked in surprise, "I remember you haven't signed a contract with any modeling agency, right?"

"No, that's not my intention. It's just a temporary transition." Zhang Yang explained. "Well, this is what I have this time..."

He hesitated for a moment and was about to rub his fingers together.

"Oh, you mean remuneration?" Eileen suddenly understood and waved to the financial staff to arrange the remuneration.

This was agreed in advance and settled on site.

"What a pity." She felt a little regretful as she watched Zhang Yang receive his reward and leave without any hesitation.

If such a good talent continues to develop, he will definitely have a bright future in the fashion industry.

It's a pity that this person's ambition is not here.

After getting the money, Zhang Yang went straight out of the filming location.

When it comes to part-time work, it's all about short-term and quick work, as well as multi-line development. Apart from being a graphic model, he doesn't intend to waste any other time.

Turning on his mobile phone, he easily registered a driving number and prepared to drive for the night.

If you are lucky enough to work as a driver, you will not have a problem earning hundreds of dollars a night. If you find other part-time jobs, you can quickly earn a part-time income of 1 yuan.That night, night falls.

Zhang Yang, who earns 500 yuan a day, owns a Bentley worth 70 million yuan and a watch worth [-] yuan, puts on a driving uniform and becomes a temporary driving guy.

In front of the hotel after the banquet, there is a world of chauffeurs.

Zhang Yang went very smoothly tonight and took several big orders. However, the customer he just received seemed to have just finished delivering the goods and his face was red with wine.

By the way, coincidentally, the destination of this order is also Ruijie Apartment, where he lives now.

"Brother, I'm sorry to bother you." The man who called the driver was probably in his 30s. He was well-dressed and his expression still showed the excitement of successfully winning the order. He handed the BMW key to Zhang Yang and got into the car. Back row.

Zhang Yang took the key, got into the car skillfully, and started the car.

The man in the back row was drunk, looking out the window at the people living in the Magic City, and recalling his years of struggle in the Magic City, he felt quite emotional and high-spirited.

"Brother, how many years have you been in Magic City?" He asked Zhang Yang to chat out of boredom.

"It's been two or three years, right?" Zhang Yang was fine and chatted with him casually.

"For two or three years, I have been alone in Shanghai, far away from home, and without any friends." The man lamented, "It's not easy for us working in Shanghai!"

"You must have spelled it out, right?" Zhang Yang glanced at the well-dressed man in the back seat through the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Hey, as you say, no matter how good I am, I am just a working man, but I am much better than before." The man said modestly, but his expression still couldn't hide his slight complacency.

"I envy you." Zhang Yang complimented casually.

"Brother, you can do it too. 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi. Don't bully young people into poverty! We are still young and have infinite possibilities!" the man encouraged.

"I'd like to lend you some good words." Zhang Yang responded with a smile.

The BMW sped all the way back to Ruijie Service Apartment.

Zhang Yang was naturally very familiar with his residence and drove into the underground garage skillfully.

"Yes, help me park in the parking space you selected earlier, on the side by the elevator." The man in the back row directed Zhang Yang and backed the car into the parking space.

"Okay." Zhang Yang quickly parked the car and turned off the engine.

"Brother, my driving skills are very good. I will give you a five-star review later." The man drank too much and looked at Zhang Yang in front of him, as if he saw himself several years ago.

"Come on, I wish you success in the future... Uh, is this your Bentley?"

Halfway through what he said, the man suddenly stuttered and stood there blankly.

A few steps away, the chauffeur-driven guy was leaning on the Bentley Continental GT casually, his helmet casually placed on the roof of the car, and he was drinking water from the Bentley.

That unruly black hair, that calm expression, that dazzling blue Bentley that coexists elegance and luxury.

"Would you like a bottle?" Zhang Yang casually took another bottle of water from the car and threw it to the guest.

The man's face was hot, and he took the water with both hands. At this moment, he just lowered his hands and thanked her with a dry smile.

Sure enough, you still can't drink too much wine. If you drink too much, you will talk nonsense.
"Let's go." Zhang Yang drank the water, put on his helmet, closed the trunk, and sat on his foldable electric car gracefully. “One more order, try to earn enough [-] and call it a day!”

Riding on the foldable electric car, Zhang Yang looked at the newly arrived orders and rushed to the next stop in a happy mood.

In front of the Magic City Peninsula Hotel, a cocktail party in the fashion circle had just ended.

Zhang Yang was on the phone while preparing to meet the guest.

"Are you here? Then wait for me at the front steps."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a slightly tipsy female voice, and there was a hint of familiarity in her laziness.

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