Ji Beiyu recounted what happened just now with a faint resentment.

After listening, Feng Jing was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I will give you a box of big red robe, plucked from the mother tree."

Ji Beiyu accepted with surprise and joy, so much that he couldn't hold back the raised corners of his mouth when he saw Shen Yan the next day.

Huanyu has its own studio, so Ji Beiyu takes people there directly.

On the way, he told Shen Yan about the photographer's preferences and the work done by the last spokesperson. These were all Feng Jing asked him to say. He felt that Feng Jing was too spoiled for Shen Yan. These should be understood by her herself.

But for the sake of that box of Dahongpao, he was very happy to do it.

When she arrived at the studio, Shen Yan already knew something about what she was doing today. Nevertheless, she was taken aback when she saw the flashing cameras.

This world is so magical, and Qingluan country may not be able to have such technology even after thousands of years of hard work.

Although she was surprised, she couldn't see anything on her face.

"Len, introduce, this is the new spokesperson, you can directly communicate with her if you have any questions."

Photographer Len came over and glanced at Shen Yan with disdain.

"Is there no one in Huanyu? Bring a minor over to endorse. The target consumer of our company's jewelry is middle-aged. Look at her, how can it be inconsistent."

If it wasn't for Jae Ji Beiyu to bring people here, he could say even more ugly words.

Ji Beiyu went to see Shen Yan subconsciously, and he was slightly relieved to see that her expression was normal.

He knew Len's temperament didn't think it was anything. He was afraid that Shen Yan was a thin-skinned person. If he was wronged here, he would say a few words in front of Feng Jing, so Len wouldn't have to mess around here.

He coughed slightly, motioned to Len not to be too much, and then said to Shen Yan: "This is the photographer who will work with you next. You can communicate with him if you have any questions."

Shen Yan noticed the photographer because he looked at him with displeased eyes.

If the guess is correct, it is probably because she is not satisfied with her spokesperson.

She looked at Len, "If you have anything that needs my attention, you can tell me while Manager Ji is here."

Ji Beiyu didn't expect her to be so direct. Looking at Len's face, it stinks even more.

He was a little surprised, and it seemed that this woman did not seem so harmless on the surface.

Let Len clarify everything first. If someone makes trouble for her with other excuses, it will be a backlash. If he doesn't stand on her side, he will be shielding.

Ji Beiyu gave her a thumbs up in his heart.

She was the first person to let Len deflate like this.

In order to get him down the stairs, Ji Beiyu motioned to Len to speak first, and then thought that he could do his ideological work in private when he was free.

When Ji Beiyu was there, Len didn't dare to embarrass her blatantly. He said a few things to pay attention to and walked away.

Before long, a makeup artist came over and brought Shen Yan to make-up.

The makeup artist first asked the assistant to get Shen Yan clothes, and then asked her to go to the dressing room to change clothes.

Not long after Shen Yan entered, a familiar female voice suddenly sounded outside.

"Sister Ling, I've been waiting for you for an hour, haven't I arrived yet?"

Sister Ling is the makeup artist who brought Shen Yan to make-up just now. She is recognized here as the makeup artist with the best makeup skills. Generally, those who can make her make-up are not low-ranking people.

After listening to her, Sister Ling didn't lift her head to sort out the tools she would use later, "Not yet, there is still someone in front of you."

When Lan Ziling heard this, he was angry, "There is clearly a model in front of me, and she has started shooting. Where else is there?"

Sister Ling answered calmly: "The person Director Ji just brought here, if you have any questions, go to him."

As soon as Sister Ling's voice fell, a crisp voice came from the fitting room, "You don't need to find him, just find me."