Chapter 93: The Beautician Friend Got Off Work

At 7:00 PM, Tang Song returned to Qingxin Garden.

After resting for a while and washing up, he tidied up his bedroom properly.

He changed into an outfit with a youthful feel.

White shirt + black casual pants + white sneakers.

He fixed the sports camera, put it in place, and sat on the chair with his guitar.

He adjusted the angle of the camera to ensure the viewfinder was shooting his body and the guitar.

He closed the door and turned on the camera.

He played a soft folk song and checked the shooting effect.

Music, hands, guitar, outfit...

The overall video looked quite good.

However, Tang Song always felt something was missing. If it was just like this, it seemed there was no big difference from the previous videos.

It was just changing the BMW to a guitar, still lacking enough selling points.

After thinking for a long time, Tang Song simply opened TikTok and started searching for similar videos, wanting to learn from them.

Soon, a video with over a million likes caught his eye.

The overall idea was similar to what he thought, but the other party used fingerstyle, and the environment layout was more attentive.

Fingerstyle is a genre of guitar solo that incorporates many playing techniques.

It refers to using one acoustic guitar to play multi-part music through tuning, string pressing, tapping, finger drumming, etc., so that the expressiveness of the guitar is not limited to a single part.

In fact, when Tang Song accompanied Xiao Jing, he also used fingerstyle techniques, such as the "tap-tap" sound of tapping the resonance box.

This makes the performance's timbre rich, layered, and extremely expressive.

Determining the idea, Tang Song stood up excitedly and began to rearrange the environment.

He put the desk lamp on the shelf, adjusted the angle and color temperature, and turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom.

He sat down holding the guitar.

Soft light hit him from the side.

He turned on the camera, adjusted the shooting parameters, and started recording.

Tang Song relaxed, held the guitar horizontally, and began to play "Partiality".

The superb skills from the dream allowed him to handle the rhythm and notes with ease, and he even added some effects on the spot.

After a one-minute fingerstyle performance, Tang Song put away the guitar and picked up the camera to preview the effect.

The surrounding environment was pitch black, and a beam of cold white light hit the guitar and his white shirt.

His fair and slender hands shone with luster, jumping on the dark guitar.

His fingers plucked the strings flexibly and powerfully.

Sliding notes, vibrato, chord changes, superb skills, and full sense of rhythm dyed the notes with intense emotion.

Tang Song clenched his fists excitedly. He had a strong premonition that his video was going to be a hit!

He exported the video, edited a 40-second climax segment on the computer, and added a filter that increased the atmosphere.

He posted it to TikTok.

After previewing it several times.

Both the visual and auditory effects were excellent, and Tang Song couldn't help but like it himself first.

Awesome!

Thinking of his upcoming skyrocketing follower count and hundred-fold cash returns, Tang Song picked up the guitar and excitedly played and sang in the room.

"BGM: Just

How to say love

My heart is so uncomfortable

If I can have you

…"

His vocal condition was quite good, and with the excellent guitar accompaniment, his singing was also quite good.

Tired of playing, he put the guitar in the bag.

He pulled "Marketing Management" from the bookshelf, slid his finger, and opened the part he read last time.

Inside was a golden ginkgo leaf.

The 30% memory increase was much more powerful than he had imagined.

The absorption efficiency of knowledge was significantly improved, already comparable to when he was in high school.

"Ding-dong—" WeChat notification sounded.

【Zhao Yaqian: "The last day of the holiday is about to end, the most tiring time is finally over!"】

【Zhao Yaqian: Selfie. jpg】

Opening the photo to look, it was her wearing a uniform and sitting on a small stool.

Her chin was resting on her knees, her hair was coiled behind her head and covered with a hair net, looking pitiful.

The beautician friend had been sending selfies very diligently recently, it's just that the scale had converged a lot, far from being as explosive as the first day.

Regarding this point, Tang Song had always wanted to criticize it, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

Looking at the time.

21:20.

Zhao Yaqian usually gets off work around 22:00, and then sits on the bus home at the Xingdong intersection.

It takes about 20 minutes from Qingxin Garden to Isha Beauty Salon.

Thinking of Zhao Yaqian's message yesterday and the photos she sent recently, Tang Song smiled, took his keys, and went downstairs quickly.

Perhaps he should tell the beautician friend in person about the correct way to take photos.

And he was in the clothing business now, so he could give her some black silk, white silk, short skirts, etc., to make her photos more aesthetic.

In the night, the headlights of the black BMW 330 lit up.

The black tires rubbed violently against the concrete road, turning and accelerating smoothly.

Facing the stars all over the sky, he drove forward.

……

"Why haven't you replied to me yet? You shouldn't be asleep at this time."

Zhao Yaqian muttered, a little unhappy.

"Qian Qian!" A female voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.

Zhao Yaqian quickly stood up, walked out of the beauty room, and shouted: "Sister Wei, I'm here."

Wei Ziyan waved at her, "Come over here, this beauty room just leaked, the master just finished repairing it, the floor and walls are a bit dirty, clean it carefully, and wipe the mud spots on the instrument clean."

Zhao Yaqian froze for a moment, walked over quickly to take a look.

Somewhat embarrassed, she said: "Sister Wei, this workload is a bit large, I'm getting off work soon, how about I do it tomorrow. Or wait until the cleaning lady comes to work, and let her handle it."

Sister Wei frowned, her voice becoming severe, "Then get off work late. Is your time so precious? Can't you pay a little for the company?"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Zhao Yaqian gritted her teeth, holding back from cursing out loud.

She was just a temporary worker in her probationary period, and Sister Wei, as a senior beauty consultant, indeed had the right to order her around.

Rolling up her sleeves, Zhao Yaqian went to the bathroom to get cleaning tools and began to clean up.

While working, she scolded Sister Wei in her heart, and her mood actually eased a lot.

Cleaning up mud, rust, wiping walls, facilities.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone vibrated.

She took it out and looked.

【Tang Song: "Almost 10 o'clock, are you off work?"】

Zhao Yaqian replied pitifully: "Not yet, the leader suddenly arranged a cleaning job, working overtime, I'm so miserable!!"

After replying to the message, she told He Liting and continued to work.

Colleagues on the late shift left one after another.

Zhao Yaqian didn't

After working until nearly 10:30, the filth in the beauty room was finally cleaned up.

She took off her uniform in the locker room.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck with a towel and began to get dressed.

"Yaqian, you haven't left yet?" A familiar colleague walked into the locker room.

Zhao Yaqian put on her sneakers and said, "Yeah, I was delayed by some work. Sister Weiwei, why are you so late too?"

"No choice, a client came in after 9 o'clock and dragged it out until now." Li Weiwei said while changing her clothes, "Wait for me, let's go together."

"Mm-hmm." Zhao Yaqian nodded and sat quietly on the stool.

She opened her phone and sent a message to her cousin on WeChat: "Getting off work now."