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In fact, Murong Feng has always remembered how he met Lin Hanzhi.

On that afternoon many years ago, when he was about to find someone to send out because he was so upset because of his missed appointment, Lin Hanzhi walked over slowly, with a gentle smile on his face, and stood in front of him without any fear.

He didn't want to shake hands with him as if he was admiring him, but he nodded calmly and said: "Mr. Murong, hello, my name is Lin Hanzhi."

So the name Lin Hanzhi, at that moment, turned into a vivid person, slowly and lazily fermented in his heart, grew bigger, became heavier, and finally occupied everything he thought was important, occupied him. the whole life thereafter.

When the door was knocked urgently, Lin Hanzhi was lying in his dressing room taking an afternoon nap.

The sun was shining lazily on his body after two o'clock. He lay comfortably on the sofa, frowned slightly lazily, curled himself up slightly, and stretched his waist vigorously, like a soft big cat.

This person has a slight hypotension, so he would be a little angry to be woken up like this, but he has a natural gentle face, as long as he doesn't yell, basically no one can see it.

"Come in."

"Boss," Xiaoka, an employee at the front desk, knocked on the door and came in. This kid is only eighteen, and he looks like a ghost. He must have something important to run up.

Lin Hanzhi suppressed the anger in his heart, and listened to Xiaoka continue, "Mr. Murong made an appointment to fix his hair and attend the ceremony at night, but the receptionist on duty yesterday made a wrong appointment, Jamie just left with makeup, now... "

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Such a thing is really rare in elegance!

Lin Hanzhi stood up, straightened his hair and clothes, "Let's go, go down and have a look."

He didn't mean to blame anyone, he was busy these few days, and he was the most idle person in the store, and it was only serious to think about how to solve the problem first.

Murong Feng, this trouble is really big or small!

Lin Hanzhi walked downstairs slowly, thinking about the information about Murong Feng.

The president of Youshi Media with a gangster background.

I have been doing elegant styling all the time, because of my inexplicable obsession with cosmetics, I can't see all the dirty makeup, including hair dyeing.

So it has been only received by Jamie, the only black-haired stylist in All Elegance.

Uh, it seems that I have a bad temper.

Alas, in fact, it is the very disdainful and tattered character that almost all rich families have...

Forget it, people also have this qualification.

But it's not good for him to be angry!

It's not because of the fear that a person with hair who can't make his own nest will be taken with explosives by the other party, not to mention the fuss, but mainly because of the elegant geographical advantage-it occupies a quarter of the north side of the first and second floors of the Youshi Building.

So, no one would blow up their house with dynamite, right?

But it's still not good for him to be angry, because more than half of Youshi's artists are elegant regular customers.

"Hello, Mr. Murong." Lin Hanzhi finished his thoughts slowly and unconstrainedly, and walked right in front of Murong Feng.

When the man came down from the second floor, the staff who were apologizing around him seemed to be relieved, their tone was still humble and polite, but they seemed to have a backbone.

Murong Feng didn't wear glasses, and with [-] degrees of myopia, he couldn't see the faces of outsiders who were two meters away, but he curled his lips in disdain just to watch the movements.

Their backbone seems to be slow, and the way they walked step by step, without rushing, made Murong Feng, who was already unhappy, basically become furious.

Most people would trot over when they saw him, he was just a stylist, how dare he be so negligent.

But when that person stood in front of him and said hello, Murong Feng raised his eyes and looked at him, his pupils suddenly shrank.

This is the expression of a leopard seeing its prey.

"...Hi, Mr. Murong, I'm Lin Hanzhi, can I do your styling for you today?" Lin Hanzhi asked once, and found that the other party seemed to be even more angry, so he stared at him damn.

Greeted again politely, and sighed inwardly.

Well, it seems impossible to continue sleeping in the afternoon.

"You are Lin Hanzhi?"

Murong Feng had heard of Lin Hanzhi, and had seen Lin Hanzhi's photo.

Lin Hanzhi is a legend in the fashion industry in recent years.

Entered the industry, won the gold medal in the national competition at the age of 20, went abroad for two years of study, and won the second prize in Paris.

It doesn’t really matter if the award is given, which master has not won the award, but this person is really amazing, and he has been honored as a nobleman in the fashion industry. The few new clothes that are hand-made every year are all snatched up by the nobles and the rich. The owner and chief designer of the brand "Nuan" is favored by Lin Hanzhi, who is responsible for the styling of the new clothes released every year.

In terms of his career, France is actually the most suitable place to develop, but for some reason, he came back again.

This person's strength is really not a gimmick. Murong Feng is not an expert in makeup, but he has seen comparison photos of artists in his company before and after this person's makeup.

Artists' makeup and styling are not for the eyes of experts, they are for the public.

I heard that Lin Hanzhi would ask how he felt before putting on makeup.

If the other party replied: tender, then the 40-year-old eldest sister can be exquisite and translucent like a peach after the makeup comes out.

If the other party says it's cool, as long as the makeup is still on the face, it is estimated that others can only watch it from a distance.

The key is that no matter who it is, there is only a thin layer of makeup. The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, and the wrinkles are still there. It is not distorted at all, but it can change the temperament...

It doesn’t matter if you’re not from the entertainment industry, if you want him to do styling, just say the most ideal feeling in your heart, and for the rest, just close your eyes and then open them again.

How can such a technology not be famous.

It takes a long time in advance to make an appointment for tens of thousands of styling, which is the pride of the top price, but he has a way to make these people become friends with him.

Murong Feng Company has a special make-up department. They wanted to dig Lin Hanzhi back then, so they asked someone to check the information, but they only did group makeup for large-scale events. It was not important, and they didn't understand it carefully, so they only saw Lin Hanzhi's files. On that green headshot.

A 20-year-old man who is still an international student, with brows flowing over his brows, a pair of big glasses covering most of his face, only a pointed chin is exposed, standing in the crowd is the kind of slag.

Murong Feng has seen countless beauties, it can be seen at a glance that this person is actually good-looking, but it is not bad.

He is used to judging people by appearance, so if he doesn't come, forget it.

Youshi Building has been built for almost ten years. The previous manager sold the first and second floors. He used to open tea restaurants, coffee shops, this hall and that hall. For some reason, they are not doing well. They have been vacant for a long time, and Murong Feng wants to I thought it wouldn't look good if it was empty, or I'd find someone to buy it back. Just as I was thinking, someone moved in again.

After half a year of slow renovation, Murong Feng has a quick temper and a fast pace of life. Sometimes he would feel anxious when he passed by and saw it. Finally, one day, he was on a business trip for half a month. "The modeling room.

Murong Feng shook his head at the time, he didn't mind, how long can such a slow person survive in such a fast-paced street?

Now that I know what I do, I don't pay attention when I'm not curious, and then half a year has passed.

I happened to hear two artists in the company discussing how to style elegantly, and then I paid attention again.

Artists are picky, and they are afraid that their makeup or style will collide with others. It’s really strange to choose one. When I entered the door for the first time, I found that not only UTV’s artists, but also some familiar faces from the business and political circles are here. .

So I decided to give it a try... Then, I will do styling here in the future.

"Mr. Murong, uh," Lin Hanzhi finally decided to say it again when he saw that the other party still didn't respond.

"..." Murong Feng looked at Lin Hanzhi and didn't speak.

He regretted that he hadn't been more picky and chose a stylist at random, and he didn't have the idea of ​​meeting Lin Hanzhi, so he really didn't hear what Lin Hanzhi said just now.

"This time it was our mistake. Jamie has already been dispatched, but it's nice to change once in a while, isn't it?" Lin Hanzhi smiled politely.

Seeing that although Murong Feng was noncommittal but finally softened his expression, he also knew that he almost agreed.

"Mr. Murong, please follow me." He said and led Murong Feng to the second floor.

Good thing he has black hair...

Passing by customers who were doing styling, a regular customer saw Lin Hanzhi appearing and asked, "Why hasn't he been invited to do styling for a long time?"

Lin Hanzhi stopped, smiled with a good temper, and raised a pair of beautiful hands.

"I'm injured." Sure enough, except for the index and middle fingers of the left and right thumbs, the tips of the other seven fingers were all covered with Band-Aids.

"Oh my God, how did you do it?" Everyone knew that Lin Hanzhi's hands were not only beautiful, they were worth millions of dollars.

"I fell asleep while appreciating the soup, and when I found out that the bottom of the pot was red hot, I took it with my hands in a hurry..."

What's the matter with this man!

It looks like we're going to have a long chat.Murong Feng became impatient and coughed beside him.

Lin Hanzhi sweated in his heart, said goodbye to the guests, and took Murongfeng upstairs.