Chapter 93: Beautician Friend is Off Work
Chapter 93: Beautician Friend is Off Work
At 7 o'clock in the evening, Tang Song returned to Qingxin Home Community.
After taking a short rest, I washed up and tidied up my bedroom.
Change into a very youthful outfit.
White shirt + black casual pants + white shoes.
I fixed the action camera and put it away, then sat on the chair with my guitar.
Adjust the camera angle to make sure your body and guitar are in frame.
Close the door and turn on the camera.
I played a soft folk song and checked the shooting effect.
Music, hands, guitar, outfit…
This video looks pretty cool overall.
However, Tang Song always felt that something was missing. If it were just like this, it didn’t seem to be much different from the previous videos.
It's just like replacing the BMW with a guitar, and it still lacks sufficient selling points.
After thinking for a while, Tang Song simply opened Douyin and started searching for similar videos, hoping to learn from them.
Soon, a video with over a million likes caught his eye.
The overall effect was similar to what he had imagined, but the other party played the instrument fingerstyle and the environment was more carefully arranged.
Fingerstyle is a genre of solo guitar playing that incorporates many playing techniques.
It refers to using an acoustic guitar to play polyphonic music through tuning, string pressing, clapping, finger drumming and other techniques, so that the guitar's expressiveness is not limited to a single part.
In fact, Tang Song also used finger-picking techniques when accompanying Xiao Jing, such as the "tap-tap" sound of tapping the resonance box.
This will make the performance rich in tone, layered and highly expressive.
After deciding on the idea, Tang Song stood up excitedly and began to rearrange the environment.
Place the desk lamp on the shelf, adjust the angle and color temperature, and turn off the bedroom ceiling light.
Sit down with your guitar.
A soft light shone on him from the side.
I turned on the camera, adjusted the shooting parameters, and started recording.
Tang Song relaxed himself, held the guitar horizontally, and began to play "Preference".
The superb skills derived from his dreams allowed him to control the rhythm and notes with ease, and he even improvised some effects.
After a minute of finger-playing, Tang Song put away his guitar and picked up the camera to preview the results.
The surroundings were pitch black, with a beam of cold white light shining on the guitar and his white shirt.
The white and slender hands were shining as they danced on the dark guitar.
His fingers plucked the strings flexibly and powerfully.
Glissando, tremolo, chord changes, superb technique and full sense of rhythm make the notes full of strong emotions.
Tang Song clenched his fists excitedly. He had a strong premonition that his video would become a hit!
I exported the video, edited a 40-second climax clip on the computer, and added a filter to increase the atmosphere.
Post to TikTok.
Preview it several times.
Both the viewing and listening experience were excellent, and Tang Song himself couldn't help but give a thumbs up.
awesome!
Thinking about his soon-to-expand fan base and the hundredfold cash earnings, Tang Song picked up his guitar and excitedly started singing in the room.
「BGM: Just
How to express love
I feel so sad
If you can have
… ”
He has a pretty good voice, and with the excellent guitar accompaniment, his singing is also very nice.
Tired of playing, he put the guitar in his bag.
I pulled out the book "Marketing Management" from the bookshelf, slid my finger and opened the part I read last time.
There is a golden ginkgo leaf inside.
The 30% increase in memory was much more powerful than he had imagined.
His efficiency in absorbing knowledge has improved significantly and is now comparable to when he was in high school.
"Ding Dong——" the WeChat notification sound rang.
[Zhao Yaqian: "The last day of the holiday is coming to an end, and the most tiring time is finally over!"] [Zhao Yaqian: Selfie.jpg]
I opened the photo and saw that she was wearing her uniform and sitting on a small stool.
Her chin rested on her knees and her hair was tied up behind her head and covered with a hairnet, looking very pitiful.
My beautician friend has been posting selfies very frequently recently, but the scale of her photos has been much more restrained and are not as explosive as on the first day.
Tang Song has always wanted to criticize this, but he didn't have the courage to say it out loud.
Looked at the time.
21: 20.
Zhao Yaqian usually gets off work around 22 p.m. and then takes the bus home at the Xingdong Road intersection stop.
It takes about 20 minutes to get from Qingxin Home to Isa Beauty Salon.
Thinking of Zhao Yaqian's message yesterday and the photos she sent recently, Tang Song smiled, took the key and quickly went downstairs.
Maybe I should talk to my beautician friend in person about the correct way to take photos.
And now I’m in the clothing business, so I can give her some black stockings, white stockings, short skirts, etc. to make her photos more beautiful.
In the night, the black BMW 330's headlights lit up.
The black tires rubbed violently against the concrete road, turning and accelerating smoothly.
Heading forward towards the starry sky.
……
"Why haven't you replied to me yet? You probably haven't slept at this hour."
Zhao Yaqian muttered something, feeling a little unhappy.
"Qianqian!" A female voice suddenly sounded from outside the door.
Zhao Yaqian quickly stood up, walked out of the beauty salon, and responded loudly: "Sister Wei, I'm here."
Wei Ziyan waved at her, "Come here, there was a water leak in this beauty salon, and the technician just repaired it. The floor and walls are a little dirty, so clean them carefully and wipe off the mud on the instruments."
Zhao Yaqian was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over to take a look.
She said with some embarrassment: "Sister Wei, this workload is a bit heavy and I will be off work soon. How about I do it tomorrow? Or wait until the cleaning lady comes to work and let her handle it."
Sister Wei frowned and her voice became stern, "Then leave work later. Is your time so valuable? Can't you give a little more to the company?"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Zhao Yaqian gritted her teeth and tried hard not to curse out loud.
She was just a temporary worker on probation, and as a senior beauty consultant, Sister Wei did have the right to order her around.
Rolling up her sleeves, Zhao Yaqian went to the bathroom to get the cleaning tools and started cleaning up.
While working, I cursed Sister Wei in my heart, and my mood became much better.
Clean mud and rust, and scrub walls and facilities.
"Buzz buzz buzz--" the phone vibrated.
I took it out and looked at it.
[Tang Song: "It's almost 10 o'clock. Are you off work?"]
Zhao Yaqian replied aggrievedly: "No, my boss suddenly assigned me cleaning work, so I have to work overtime. I am so miserable!!"
After replying to the message, he said something to He Liting and continued working.
Colleagues from the evening shift left one after another.
Zhao Yaqian didn’t know many people, and no one offered to help.
I was busy until almost 10: and finally cleaned up all the dirt in the beauty salon.
Take off your uniform in the locker room.
I wiped the sweat from my forehead and neck with a towel and started to get dressed.
"Yaqian, you haven't left yet?" A familiar colleague walked into the locker room.
Zhao Yaqian put on her sneakers and said, "Yeah, I was delayed by some work. Sister Weiwei, why are you so late?"
"I can't help it. A client came in after 9 o'clock and has been delayed until now." Li Weiwei said while changing clothes: "Wait for me, let's go together."
"Yeah." Zhao Yaqian nodded and sat quietly on the stool.
I opened my phone and told my cousin on WeChat: "I'll be off work soon."
(End of this chapter)