Call him Yang-ge, call me Uncle? Su Yuan cast a sidelong glance at the person beside him. This Yang Yue had been a veteran manager for many years. However, his reputation here was not very good.

Yang Yue is a straightforward person. He does not coddle or flatter the newcomers he is in charge of. As a result, many newcomers who enter the modeling circle under his guidance will actively request to switch away from this "strict teacher" type of agent.

Su Yuan actually did not have any dissatisfaction with Yang Yue. He was not someone who liked to be dramatic. Those newcomers who just entered the world of modeling would be directly transformed from a blank canvas into a colorful but not attractive piece of dirty cloth in this invisible dye vat.

Over the years, Su Yuan has come across so many newcomers like this and has had enough of their disgusting behavior. Now, when encountering such newcomers again, he has already developed a defensive attitude towards these unsightly changes they bring.

Yang Yue's straightforwardness is indeed commendable, but the fact that he is not well-liked is also true. It was fine in the first few years, but later on, high-level personnel, due to their dissatisfaction with the excessive gossip about him taking the path to stardom as a newcomer, unjustly blacklisted him without considering the facts.

Xiu Chang's newcomers will be arranged to perform last if they participate. Makeup artists, costume designers, photographers, and the like will also choose relatively ordinary-level contestants to be placed under Yang Yue's command. Su Yuan, who transferred voluntarily this time, is probably something that Yang Yue, who has been weathering the storms for so many years, never expected.

Both sides are not at fault, it's just that the resulting outcome is very awkward.

At the first possible moment, the higher-ups handed over Liu Haoyan to Yang Yue for handling, most likely without any expectations for this newcomer.

Su Yuan thought this way and placed the suitcase on the table. He unbuttoned his coat and neatly draped it over the back of the chair.

With a swift pull, the curtain was brushed aside, and Liu Haoyan walked out from inside. He had already put on a wig and hairnet, but there was no trace of makeup on his face, maintaining a boyish charm. He was wearing a pure white, waist-hugging long skirt, accentuating his fair and translucent skin.

Liu Haoyan looked up and saw Su Yuan standing in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Uncle, you're here!"

"Hey!" Yang Yue exclaimed, almost raising his hand to give him a good smack on the head. "What are you saying?! Su Yuan is the makeup artist tycoon of our company! If he's coming to be your makeup artist, you should consider yourself extremely fortunate!"

Liu Haoyan stared at Su Yuan, who remained calm, with an incredulous expression in his eyes. A light grunt came from his nostrils, "Is it necessary? Isn't she just a makeup artist?"

Hey, you punk!" Yang Yue was really about to charge at him as a driver this time, raising his hand ready to smack him on the head, but his hand was stopped by a hand reaching over from the side.

"It's okay, I won't take the child's words to heart," Su Yuan smiled softly at Yang Yue, then raised his hand and gestured to Liu Haoyuan, "Come here, we need to leave at six, time is limited."

"Oh..." mumbled Liu Haoyuan as he dragged his long skirt and took a seat on the chair in front of the mirror. He tilted his head sideways and stared at Su Yuan, who had already begun unpacking the boxes. It was not until he turned his head that Liu Haoyuan nonchalantly asked, "Are you really that amazing, Uncle?"

Finger hooked under his chin, pulling him closer. Su Yuan gradually revealed a meaningful smile. With a flick of his hand, he played with the various bottles and jars. "You'll know in a moment when you see."

Some say that a makeup artist can really fall in love with someone based on their looks.

If Su Yuan were about ten years younger, holding a brush and freely galloping on this canvas, he might really fall in love with Liu Haoyuan, this young boy.

His face has a indescribable beauty, a blend of feminine softness and masculine firmness, creating a unique sensation.

Liu Haoyuan's eyes were as big as apricots, but they were not just that. His eyelashes were as if meticulously grafted on, medium-length and slightly curled. When the two black and translucent irises gazed straight ahead, these beautiful eyelashes seemed to have been purposely created for them. His lips had the rare petal-like shape among boys, with a small and round upper lip and a plump yet not overly prominent curve for the lower lip. When Su Yuan used a lip brush to draw a perfect line on these lips, Liu Haoyuan, who had a touch of perfectionism and a love for beauty, almost fainted with bliss. His cheekbones were plump, and when a touch of light pink blush was applied, it looked like a naturally radiant flush. Paired with a light and luminous foundation, the delicate golden shimmer added a magnificent coating to his already fair skin.

Just...

"Uncle, are you feeling better? You're so slow."

"Uncle, your brush is making me itch."

"Uncle, this lip gloss has a strange smell. Could it be expired, or is it a substandard product?"

"Uncle, I'm tired. Can I change positions?"

......

Yang Yue stood on the side, shaking his head repeatedly while listening. However, seeing Su Yuan's focused expression in the midst of applying makeup, he chose not to disturb him.

After enduring for nearly an hour, Yang Yue finally reached the end of his torment. It was unclear where this newcomer got the guts to challenge a big shot like Su Yuan. Every second, Yang Yue feared that the next moment would bring some words that would drive away this hard-earned makeup artist.