Chapter 92: The Beautician Friend is Off Work

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

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

He changed into an outfit with a sense of youth.

White shirt + black casual pants + white shoes.

He fixed the sports camera, carried his guitar, and sat on the chair.

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

Closing the door, he turned on the camera.

He played a soft folk song casually to check the shooting effect.

Music, hands, guitar, outfit...

This video looked quite good overall.

However, Tang Song always felt that something was missing. If it were 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 Douyin and began to search 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 for the performance, and the environment layout was also more attentive.

Fingerstyle was a genre of guitar solo that incorporated many performance techniques.

It referred to using one acoustic guitar to play multi-part music through tuning, string pressing, slapping, finger drumming, etc., so that the guitar’s expressiveness was not limited to a single part.

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

This would make the performance tone 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 himself, held the guitar horizontally, and began to play "Partiality".

The superb skills from his dreams allowed him to handle rhythm and notes with ease, and he even improvised some effects.

After a minute of fingerstyle, 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.

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

Fingers flexibly and forcefully plucked the strings.

Slides, vibrato, chord changes, superb skills, and full rhythm made the notes stained with intense emotion.

Tang Song clenched his fists in excitement; he had a strong premonition that his video was going to be popular!

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

He posted it to Douyin.

He previewed it several times repeatedly.

Both the viewing and listening experience were excellent, and Tang Song couldn't help but like it first.

Too great!

Thinking of his upcoming skyrocketing follower count and hundredfold cash returns, Tang Song picked up the guitar and began to play and sing excitedly in the room.

"BGM: Just

How to say love

My heart is so uncomfortable

If I can have you

..."

His voice conditions were quite good, and coupled with the excellent guitar accompaniment, his singing was also quite good.

After playing until tired, he put the guitar in the bag.

He pulled out the copy of "Marketing Management" from the bookshelf, slid his fingers, and opened the part he read last time.

A golden ginkgo leaf was clipped inside.

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

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

"Ding-dong—" WeChat notification sound rang out.

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

[Zhao Yaqian: Selfie.jpg]

He opened the photo and looked; 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, covered with a hairnet, looking pitiful.

The beautician friend had been sending selfies very diligently recently, but the scale had converged a lot, far from being as hot as the first day.

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

He looked at the time.

21:20.

Zhao Yaqian usually got off work around 22:00, and then took the bus home at the Xingdong Road intersection.

It took 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 doing a clothing business now, so he could give her some black silk, white silk, short skirts, etc., to make her photos more beautiful.

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

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

Facing the stars all over the sky, it drove toward the front.

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

Zhao Yaqian muttered, a little unhappy.

"Qianqian!" 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 up seriously, and even the mud spots on the instrument must be wiped clean."

Zhao Yaqian froze for a moment, walked over quickly, and looked.

She said with some difficulty, "Sister Wei, this workload is a bit big, it’s almost time to get off work, why don't I do it tomorrow. Or wait until the cleaning sister is at 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 the probation period, and Sister Wei, as a senior beauty consultant, did have the right to order her to do work.

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

While working, she scolded Sister Wei in her heart, but her mood eased a lot

Cleaning up mud and rust, wiping down walls and facilities.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" The phone vibrated.

He took it out and looked.

[Tang Song: "It's almost 10 o'clock, are you off work yet?"]

Zhao Yaqian replied aggrievedly: "Not yet, the leader suddenly assigned me cleaning work, I'm working overtime, I'm so miserable!!"

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

The night shift colleagues left one after another.

Zhao Yaqian didn't know many people, and no one offered to help.

Busy until nearly 10:30, she finally finished cleaning the dirt in the beauty salon.

She took off her uniform in the locker room.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and neck with a towel and started getting dressed.

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

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

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

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

She opened her phone and told her cousin on WeChat: "Getting off work soon."