The popularity of "Drill Man" not only made the performance of World TV soar, but also brought business opportunities to many merchants.

"Boss, is there one for the six?"

On the road of the hotel where Peng Jie lives, the barbecue stall is full before five o'clock.

The proprietress looked at the crumpled notebook in her hand: "Eat or read?"

"Look?" the lead guest was inexplicable.

The proprietress read out: "Leave your seat before eight o'clock or sit down after eleven o'clock, and you will not sell food during the live broadcast of "Diamond Man". The ticket to see is 100, including a bottle of beer and drink, and there is no seating. With that, she pointed to the TV in the storefront.

"Drill Man" is indeed very popular, and all the places with live broadcasts are full today, and I can't imagine that even small barbecue restaurants will take the opportunity to increase their prices. Seeing that there were at least dozens of people lined up on the side of the road, the guests discussed a few words with their companions and said to the proprietress that "let's go home after eating, it's okay to eat!"

"It's full before eight o'clock, take the ticket and come at eleven o'clock!" the boss tore out a small note.

The guest's eyes almost popped out: "If you don't watch the live broadcast, you're still full?"

"See for yourself!" the proprietress grabbed the fly swatter and took a few photos that were hanging, and the photos were suddenly stained with yellow oil.

"Ahh

"Their autographs?"

"Drill... The Diamond Male God is a regular customer here?"

The companions in the back exclaimed, this time even the discussion was saved, and the guest who took the lead made a decision: "I want six tickets to watch the live broadcast!"

"Trouble! Do you want to eat it?" the proprietress pouted.

"Eat!" replied the companion in the back.

The proprietress stuffed the red money into her full money pocket, marked and wrote on the notebook, and tore out six pieces of paper: "Fluorescent sticks, I have a discount for the lantern sign, don't buy it from them." She pointed at the fly swatter, and a drop of butter fell and dripped down.

When the customer looked over, there were many vendors selling fluorescent sticks on the road, and he was amazed: "It's too exaggerated! The streets are selling fluorescent sticks, like the whole city is holding a concert." “

A diner who sat and ate barbecue accosted: "It is said on the Internet that there are live broadcasts in the country and there are also people in the country, and this time they are forced to fight for Lincheng's face." “

Another diner said, "I can't imagine what kind of commotion will be going to be in the Red Square." ”

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The area around the Red Square Grand Theater is indeed very lively, the crowds of people are walking towards the theater square at dusk, people and vehicles are blocking the road, it is impossible to squeeze close to the Red Square after dark, fortunately, the surrounding commercial buildings TV wall broadcast the same picture, which is considered to disperse the crowd a little.

At this time, the TV is broadcasting a news broadcast, followed by the special program "Diamond Male God - The Road to God", at 8:40, the third "Diamond Male God" will be debuted.

"It's already seven o'clock, and I'm doing a news broadcast! Everyone hurry up. Tong Tong pointed to the TV on the wall and shouted.

There were only eight people sitting on several rows of dressing tables in the dressing room backstage of the theater, and the other staff were standing or walking, all of them were so busy that they didn't have time to deal with Tongtong's shouts even if they heard Tongtong's shout.

Peng Jie put down his lunch box after eating a few bites, only the hair dryer "whirring" in his ears, the hairstylist's voice was moving, and he couldn't hear what he said at all.

The hairstylist turned off the hair dryer: "Let's eat more! Otherwise, we won't eat until the end of the show." ”

"A little upset in the stomach. ”

"It may be nervous pangastric acid, try drinking a glass of warm water to dilute it. The hairstylist shortened to help Peng Jie straighten his hair, and when he saw him frowning in the mirror, the hairstylist was relieved, "Relax, you must be fine!"

After a few months, the hairstylist also watched the drill man come step by step, Peng Jie was usually stupid, but before he appeared on stage, he seemed to be a different person, tense like a stone. If people don't officially become popular, they will be infected with mental stress, and the pressure they have to bear if they become popular is unimaginable. The hairstylist was a little worried about the lad.

If you want to say that it is tense, Fu Shubao, who is sitting a few seats apart, is not much better, he is stiff and enduring the torture of the makeup artist.

"Yo! it hurts!"

"Ouch!"

"Yikes!"

The makeup artist cocked his hand and said angrily: "People are tall and big, and they can't bear a little pain!"

Fu Shubao rubbed his eyebrows and said, "I'd rather you beat me up." ”

"Don't pluck your eyebrows, do you?" the makeup artist put down her eyebrows and rummaged through her makeup bag.

Uncle Fu patted his chest, thinking that he had escaped, but he didn't want the makeup artist to find a more terrifying weapon.

"Razor?" Fu Shubao heard his tail note drift a little.

"Don't you want to pluck your eyebrows? ”

"You don't have to have an accident, right?"

The makeup artist flicked his wrist and flashed: "If you dare to move, I will guarantee that you will have an accident immediately." ”

Fu Shubao didn't dare to move anymore, and even tried to breathe as lightly as possible.

After shaving his eyebrows, the second torture - makeup.

"You're still stiff on your face, and the makeup you'll put on will definitely crack. "Makeup artist warned.

"If you don't melt, it won't crack, and I usually apply it casually by myself. Uncle Fu muttered.

"How can you just look up in the final?"

When the powder sweep touched that place, the facial muscles in that place were twitched, and the makeup artist couldn't start, so he was so angry that he knocked Fu Shubao's head with a broom: "If you don't relax, I'll call a few people to stretch your face." ”

"I'll hold it up!" said Jiang Yang, who was sitting next to him.

The male makeup artist who was putting on foundation for Jiang Yang stopped moving: "You also want to have a cracked face?

Mai Shao on the other side opened the lunch box and saw the white chopped chicken inside, and his eyebrows jumped: "Why do I think of the human skin face mask of 'painted skin'?"

Fu Shubao opened his eyes: "It's useless for you to scare me, I'm really afraid of itching." ”

The makeup artist sat on the chair next to him and discussed with Uncle Fu: "Today is the last time, just bear with it!" She was telling the truth, the circle is so big, there are so many people, and people may not have the opportunity to cooperate again after people come and go.

I recalled that I was so angry that the makeup artist was angry enough because I was afraid of itching, and later although she opened one eye and closed one eye to let me put on makeup by myself, she never fell behind in the guidance on the side. Fu Shubao relaxed his face and said sincerely: "Thank you for always tolerating me, I will definitely hold back this time." ”

The makeup artist was stunned, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved: "Okay! Happy cooperation!"

After that, Fu Shubao couldn't help but dodge, but the makeup artist was patient and redoubled her heart to make up for him.

The eyebrows are thick and clear after being retouched, the eyes are already bright without painting, and the contours are more three-dimensional after being shadowed, his complexion is already honey-colored, and the transparent foundation is applied to add luster, and the makeup artist is very satisfied when he looks at Fu Shubao in the mirror.

"Perfect!" the makeup artist snapped her fingers.

Uncle Fu looked in the mirror, except for the oily and shiny skin, he couldn't see any difference.

"It's our turn!" Shuangshuang anxiously beckoned, the eight young and Gao Minghua on the other end of the hair and makeup were already ok, and he and Shan Shan hadn't started to put on makeup yet!

"Here!" the makeup artist lifted the makeup case, "I'm very familiar with the makeup for the two of you, and I guarantee it will be fast and proper!"

Watching the makeup artist smear on his faces, Fu Shubao suddenly felt a little reluctant to put on the pile of makeup brushes.