Xiao Yan didn't react for a long time after listening to Dong Wencheng's words, what is the matter? Master of ceremonies, how big are you?

She looked at Dong Wencheng's shiny little eyes and was upset, but compared to the fact that he was now her temporary boss, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "I won't! If you said before that I would do this, I wouldn't agree to you!"

Dong Wencheng said in his heart that I don't have the ability to predict the future, how do I know that the master of ceremonies invited by Brother Liu was suddenly pried away by someone else's high price! He continued to smile and said: "Don't be afraid, I will write everything that should be said for you, and you can memorize it! Also, I am also on it, let's go together, it's okay!"

Xiao Yan shook her head coldly and said, "Don't do it, I won't do anything to show my face! What if I am seen by my colleagues?"

Dong Wencheng had already prepared for Xiao Yan's reaction, and he said simply: "Five hundred days, what's the matter?"

Xiao Yan hesitated slightly, and then replied decisively: "Okay, I promise you!" Dong Wencheng smiled, and I said, there is nothing that cannot be solved without money.

His smile made Xiao Yan a little embarrassed, and she hurriedly said, "I'm here to help you, isn't it?"

But Dong Wencheng still replied very cheerfully: "Yes, thanks to you, it really helped me a lot!"

Next, Xiao Yan seriously memorized the schedule, Dong Wencheng went to set up the stage, and only the employees of Jackie Chan Electric City set up the stage.

Unexpectedly, the dense page of the program process Xiao Yan actually gnawed down in less than half an hour. Dong Wencheng was very happy and began to teach her string words. These things all have fixed routines, although Dong Wencheng didn't say it when he was an idol in his previous life, but he has seen a lot and has some impressions, which is completely enough to deal with such a small performance.

Xiao Yan suddenly asked curiously, "Xiao Dong... As soon as she said it, she stopped it, feeling that this title seemed inappropriate, but what was the name? Boss Dong was not appropriate. Just hesitating, Dong Wencheng said with a smile: "Usually you call me Wencheng!"

Xiao Yan felt that it was not bad, and hurriedly said: "That, Wencheng, who is this Oriental Monroe? Others are at least a name regardless of their real name or stage name, this Oriental Monroe is too strange!"

Dong Wencheng replied proudly: "It's your good roommate!" Xiao Yan said in surprise: "Who? Ruomeng? Dongfang Monroe? This is too 。。。。。。 ”

She didn't say anything for a long time, after all, she was her friend, and she didn't want to criticize Ruomeng in front of outsiders, but why did she call Dongfang Monroe?

Dong Wencheng explained with a smile: "It's just a gimmick, isn't there an Oriental in front of Monroe! Our Oriental aesthetics are different from those in Europe and the United States!"

Xiao Yan couldn't hold back, and said: "No matter how different it is, it can't be so bad! It's too scary! I won't help her report the curtain then, so you should come!"

Dong Wencheng hurriedly said: "Of course, this is the highlight of our performance!

As soon as he said this, Xiao Yan was a little unhappy, and said: "What can't be suppressed? I'm afraid of being beaten!" Dong Wencheng laughed out loud, laughed for a while, and then said: "What are you afraid of? Beat her and beat her, you have already gone down when she came to the stage!"

Xiao Yan shook her head and said, "Forget it! On the first day you go up, I'll learn on the side!" Dong Wencheng smiled, changed the topic, and continued to talk to Xiao Yan.

At half past nine o'clock in the morning on May Day, Dong Wencheng took a group of fashion models to distribute leaflets as soon as the commercial street began to be lively! The fashion models are not wearing performance clothes, but because of their height, they still attract the attention of most people, and just standing there, the effect is better than the propaganda team beating gongs and drums and holding signs and shouting slogans!

The door of Jackie Chan Electric City was soon filled with people who came to see the performance, Dong Wencheng started at ten o'clock, and Xiao Yan took turns to broadcast the special price information in the electric city with a microphone voice, although the discount is not particularly large, but under their vigorous publicity similar to Jiangnan Leather Shoe Factory, many people were still attracted to walk into the mall, less than eleven o'clock, several products with relatively low prices began to be out of stock. Fortunately, Dong Wencheng reminded Boss Chen before, so soon the information on the new batch of special products was sent over.

At half past eleven, Dong Wencheng called Xiao Yan and went to the office of the mall together. It was temporarily converted into an actors' dressing room, and it was already packed with people, to be specific, the actors. There is only such a small room, regardless of gender, except for a curtain in the middle.

As soon as Dong Wencheng pushed the door open, a long-lost breath wanted him to pounce. The tattered atmosphere of the performance costumes that I don't know how many times I have worn, and the smell of sweat from so many living people huddled together, gathered together, making him so familiar and intimate.

He stood there and closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the taste that was disgusting in his previous life, and by the way, he missed the acting years in the past, and then reluctantly opened his eyes.

Then I saw Xiao Yan looking at him with an inexplicable expression, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "I talked too much just now, I'm a little dizzy!" Xiao Yan let out a noncommittal "oh", and then went to find a makeup artist to make up.

In terms of cost, Dong Wencheng only hired a makeup artist, and he was busy hitting the back of his head, and he had been spinning like a top for a morning.

As soon as Xiao Yan sat down, the makeup artist picked up the kettle and sprayed wildly, as if she was a long-dried plant, desperately spraying water on her face. She hurriedly closed her eyes, but she could feel the water running down her cheeks. The water finally stopped, and another thing that I don't know what was rubbed rudely on her face, followed by a brush waving wildly on her face for a while, she silently thought about the fifteen hundred yuan that was about to arrive, and quietly relaxed her body, letting the middle-aged woman toss on her face.

It was only ten minutes, and she felt as if she had experienced it in a lifetime. But when she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror, she immediately felt that this little sin was worth it.

The skin is a shade whiter, but it is very naturally white. The eyes are at least half bigger, and they look bright, and although the color of the lips is red, it doesn't look abrupt at all, and when combined, it makes her look like another person, the kind of person she hated very much before, well, it's a beauty!

She was about to say thank you to the makeup artist, but she heard someone shouting, "Hurry up and go away, next!"