Senior facial makeup artist breaks into the entertainment industry

When asked by the traffic police, Zhao Qin pointed to her car and said, "This one is mine."

The traffic police nodded and carefully looked at the position and status of the four cars. He understood that the car in front had crashed, and the car behind had also crashed because it did not brake in time.

"Then you can't leave. You have to finish it."

He knocked on the SUV window again. “Ma’am, please step out of the car for inspection.”

The girl in the car saw the traffic police coming and started wearing a mask and sunglasses to look for her driver's license. Now someone knocked on her car window, so she got out of the car and handed over her driver's license sensibly: "Uncle police, I really didn't drink."

"Whether you drank it or not, you won't know until you take the test."

As he said that, he handed the device over. After the girl blew it obediently, the traffic policeman looked at the '0' on the small screen and was a little confused.

Why are you so nervous if you haven't drunk?

And he also used money to hit people.

Worried that there might be contraband in the car, the traffic police dutifully searched the car. Zheng Chengye leaned over to explain: "It's like this, my girlfriend is an artist, and she was so careful because she was worried about being photographed. We really didn't do anything illegal."

The traffic police didn’t find anything and understood what was going on, “No problem.

So what are you going to do, publicly or privately? "

"We'll settle it privately. We've just agreed on it. Twenty thousand per person."

Traffic police:╮(?????)╭

It’s really 20,000 per person. You must have money to burn.

He looked at the SUV worth 300 million and nodded silently.

Well, maybe he really has a lot of money to burn.

"Are you sure? Normally you wouldn't need this much."

"Sure sure."

Zheng Chengye just wanted to solve the problem quickly, so he took out his cell phone to transfer money to the two brothers. The two brothers left in a daze with the money.

"Then you guys......"

"We know each other, let's talk it out on our own, don't bother the police."

Zheng Chengye turned around and said, "Sister Qin, you see what's going on. I'll treat you to a meal, and then we can talk about compensation. Don't worry, I promise I won't make any mistakes."

Facing the senior in the company, Zheng Chengye was very friendly, but Zhao Qin had a cold face:

"Forget it, a headlight doesn't cost much."

Zhao Qin was in a hurry, so she threw down a few words, turned around and got into the car to leave.

Seeing that the two men really knew each other, the traffic policeman saluted them, got on his motorcycle and left.

Zhao Qin got into the car and started it. She saw Zheng Chengye kissing the girl on the forehead outside the car and then hugging the girl into the car.

Thinking of what Zheng Chengye had just said about this girl being an artist, he couldn't help but frown.

This...could this be an unspoken rule?

It's not that she has complicated thoughts. If it were someone else, she would definitely not think so. The main reason is that Zheng Chengye has historical problems.

He was Zhou Li's previous agent. Not only did he arrange that kind of dinner for Zhou Li, he was also said to have made advances towards the female artists he managed.

Alas...this situation never happened in Lihai before.

It's really a mess.

I'll have to give feedback to the above when I have time.

If we delay like this, it will be too late.

Zhou Li had already come out with her assistant, and Zhao Qin hurried over.

Zhao Qin closed the car door, ran a few steps and stopped in front of Zhou Li, tucked her hair behind her ears, and breathed a little hurriedly: "Is the interview over? How was it? Did the director ask me to go back and wait for news, or what?"

Zhou Li looked at Zhao Qin who had just come over, and a feeling of resentment rose in her heart, but she didn't show it: "No, I was passed before I even got on stage."

"How could it be possible that he was... before he even played?"

"The director has already chosen someone and is said to be very satisfied with him. Doesn't that mean we don't have a chance?"

"You can also try for other roles."

Zhao Qin pulled Zhou Li's arm and was about to walk back: "Let's go back quickly and see if we can get another role."

"Oh, I'm not going."

Zhou Li was annoyed by being pulled, and she raised her arm to shake off Zhao Qin's hand, saying unhappily: "You've already come out, why are you going in again?"

Zhao Qin was stunned for a moment. She knew that she was upset but not angry because she didn't get the role. She patiently advised her: "I asked you to try this role because I think it's a particularly good role. But it doesn't have to be this one. If this one doesn't work, you can try something else.

It doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat.”

If I didn't have to try this, why did you order such an expensive look for me and buy me such expensive clothes?

The more Zhou Li thought about it, the angrier she got: "How would I know? My agent isn't here, and no one told me what to do."

She felt uncomfortable, and no matter how hard she tried to hide it, it still showed a little. Seeing her like this, Zhao Qin didn't try to persuade her: "Forget it, go back first, I'll see if there is another chance."

Zhao Qin's words were not perfunctory. She was looking up information, finding connections and making phone calls all the way back.

After returning home, I didn't even eat dinner and kept talking on the phone.

Until I received another friend message from Zheng Chengye.

Zhao Qin rolled her eyes, cursed "crazy" and finally clicked the "agree" button.

She wanted to see what Zheng Chengye wanted to do by sending so many friend messages.

'Didi'

As soon as the friend passed, the other party sent a transfer.

Well, 2 yuan.

Zhao Qin guessed that this should be compensation for the car accident.

She had already said forget it, but the other party still wanted to give it, so Zhao Qin had nothing to say.

I just clicked on the payment button and continued to make the call.

After hanging up the phone, I found that I had received another 2.

Zhao Qin took a look and suspected that the other party had sent it to the wrong person.

Before she could delete the person, the other party sent another 2.

Zhao Qin didn't make the call and just watched the other person go crazy.

2 million.

2 million.

2 million.

2 million.

2 million.

After the eighth payment of 8 yuan was sent, there was no more news.

Zhao Qin wanted to reply, asking if his phone was infected with a virus, but then she felt that even if this person’s phone was really infected with a virus and he had lost all his money, he deserved it.

He pressed the delete button on the friend list and clicked delete without mercy.

I wanted to continue calling to see if there was any chance, but after looking through my address book, I gave up.

Who else can I contact? I have made so many phone calls, but the other party either said that they were not filming recently, or that all the actors were in place. There were only one or two who were willing to talk, but they were all minor roles.

Oh, that’s difficult.

She is the head agent of Li Hai and she has always managed top stars. She has never suffered such injustice.

...

People who lead top stars are not used to leading unknown stars. An Jing, who has never led a top star, is also not used to leading Lin Wanwan.

It is said that public relations has a golden 24 hours.

But this concept does not apply to top artists.

There is no such thing as a golden 24 hours.

Within 2 hours, the whole network knew about it.

For 4 hours, the internet was filled with abuse from passers-by and the carnival of haters. Lin Wanwan seemed to have been convicted and labeled as a #bullying#.

No wonder Zhao Qin said when she came over: "Even if there is no evidence, you have to clarify it quickly. The sooner the better, otherwise people will just think that if you don't deny it, you're admitting it."

An Jing was so annoyed that she ruffled her hair until it looked like a mess, and she was filled with regret that she had done it too late.

Blame her, it's all her fault. She thinks that a denial without evidence is too flimsy, so she insists on looking for evidence first.

She has no experience in coaching top artists and is too self-righteous.