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Chapter 94: Chapter 93 The Beautician Friend Gets Off Work Chapter 94: Chapter 93 The Beautician Friend Gets Off Work At 7 p.m., Tang Song returned to Fresh Home Community.

After a brief rest, he rinsed off and tidied up his bedroom nicely.

He changed into an outfit that exuded a youthful vibe.

A white shirt + black casual pants + white sneakers.

He secured and positioned the sports camera, then sat down on the chair with his guitar in hand.

He adjusted the camera angle to ensure that it framed his body and the guitar.

He closed the door and turned on the camera.

He casually played a soft folk tune to check the filming effect.

The music, hands, guitar, attire…

The video looked quite atmospheric overall.

But Tang Song felt that something was still missing; if it stayed as is, it seemed not much different from his previous videos.

It was nothing more than swapping a BMW for a guitar, still lacking a compelling selling point.

After pondering for a while, Tang Song simply opened TikTok and started searching for similar videos for inspiration.

Soon, a video with over a million likes caught his eye.

The overall concept was similar to his own idea, but the other person used fingerstyle guitar playing, and the environment was decorated with more care.

Fingerstyle is a genre of guitar solo that integrates various playing techniques.

It involves using an acoustic guitar to play polyphonic pieces through tuning, fretting, striking, and percussive techniques, enabling the guitar’s expressiveness to go beyond a single melodic line.

In fact, when Tang Song accompanied Jing, he also used fingerstyle techniques, such as the “tap tap” sound from hitting the resonant box.

This enriched the timbre of the performance, adding layers and strong expressiveness.

Having settled on the idea, Tang Song excitedly stood up and began to rearrange the setting.

He placed the desk lamp on the shelf, adjusting its angle and color temperature, and turned off the ceiling light in the bedroom.

He sat down with his guitar in his arms.

Soft light cast on him from the side.

He turned on the camera, tweaked the filming settings, and began recording.

Tang Song relaxed, cradling the guitar, and started playing “Preference”.

Thanks to the advanced skills from his dream, he had an effortless control over rhythm and notes, and even improvised some effects.

After a minute of fingerstyle playing ended, Tang Song put down the guitar, and picked up the camera to preview the effect.

The surroundings were pitch black, with a beam of cold white light illuminating the guitar and his white shirt.

His fair, slender hands glistened as they moved across the dark guitar.

His fingers deftly plucked the strings.

Slides, vibrato, chord transitions — his superb skills and full sense of rhythm lent the notes a rich emotional tone.

Tang Song clenched his fist excitedly; he had a strong feeling that this video was going to be a hit!

He exported the video and edited a 40-second climax on the computer, adding a filter to enhance the atmosphere.

He posted it to TikTok.

After watching it several times over,

both the visuals and sound were excellent, and Tang Song couldn’t help but give it a like first.

Awesome!

Thinking of his quickly rising follower count and cash returns multiplied a hundredfold, Tang Song picked up his guitar and began excitedly singing and playing around the house.

“BGM: It’s just

How do I say I love you

My heart feels so uncomfortable

If I could have you

…”

His vocal condition wasn’t bad and, combined with excellent guitar accompaniment, his singing was pretty good.

When he was tired from playing, he put the guitar in its bag.

He pulled out the book “Marketing Management” from the bookshelf and flipped open to where he left off last time.

A golden ginkgo leaf was tucked inside.

The 30% increase in memory was much stronger than he had imagined.

His absorption efficiency for knowledge had greatly improved, now almost comparable to his high school days.

“Ding-dong—” A WeChat notification sounded.

[Zhao Yaqian: “The last day of vacation is about to end, the most tiring time has finally passed!”]

[Zhao Yaqian: Selfie.jpg]

He opened the photo to take a look—it was one she’d taken while sitting on a small stool in her uniform.

Resting her chin on her knees, her hair pinned up at the back of her head and covered with a hairnet, she looked pitifully charming.

The beautician friend had been posting selfies quite frequently lately, but the provocativeness had been toned down a lot, nowhere near as explosive as the first day’s.

On this matter, Tang Song had always wanted to offer some criticism, but never found it appropriate to speak up.

He glanced at the time.

21:20.

Zhao Yaqian typically finished work around 22:00, then took the bus home from the Xingdong Intersection Station.

It was about a 20-minute ride from Fresh Home to Isa Beauty Salon.

Thinking of Zhao Yaqian’s message from yesterday and the recent photos she had sent, Tang Song smiled, grabbed his keys, and quickly descended the stairs.

Perhaps he should tell his beautician friend in person about the proper way to take photos.

And now that he was in the clothing business, he could gift her some black stockings, white stockings, short skirts, and such to enhance the aesthetic of her photos.

In the night, the headlights of the black BMW 330 lit up.

The black tires and the concrete road fiercely rubbed together as the car smoothly turned and accelerated.

Driving toward the future beneath the starry sky.

…

“Why hasn’t she replied yet? She shouldn’t be asleep at this time,” Zhao Yaqian muttered to herself, slightly upset.

“Qianqian!” A woman’s voice suddenly called out from outside the door.

Zhao Yaqian quickly got up, walked out of the beauty room, and called back loudly, “Sister Wei, I’m here.”

Wei Ziyuan waved at her, “Come here, this beauty room just had a leak, and the repairman just fixed it. The floor and the walls are a bit dirty, you need to clean them thoroughly, and make sure to wipe off the mud spots on the equipment.”

Zhao Yaqian paused, then hurried over to take a look.

She said with some difficulty, “Sister Wei, it’s a big job, and I’m about to finish my shift. How about I do it tomorrow? Or wait for the cleaning lady to take care of it when she’s on duty?”

Sister Wei’s eyebrows furrowed and her voice became stern, “Then work late. Is your time so precious? Can’t you make a little sacrifice for the company?”

After speaking, she turned and left.

Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, barely holding back from cursing out loud.

She was just a temporary worker still in her probation period, and Sister Wei, as a senior beautician, indeed had the authority to order her to work.

Rolling up her sleeves, Zhao Yaqian headed to the restroom for cleaning supplies and began tidying up.

As she worked, she silently cursed Sister Wei, which surprisingly soothed her mood quite a bit.

Cleaning the mud, scrubbing off the rust, wiping the walls, and the facilities.

“Buzz-buzz-buzz—” Her phone vibrated.

She took it out to check.

[Tang Song: “It’s almost 10 pm, have you finished work?”]

Zhao Yaqian replied feeling wronged, “Not yet. My boss suddenly assigned me cleaning duties, so I’m working overtime. I’m so miserable!!”

After sending the message, she also told He Liting and then continued with her task.

Colleagues on the late shift began leaving one after another.

Zhao Yaqian didn’t know many people and no one offered to help.

Busy until almost 10:30, she finally finished cleaning the dirt in the beauty room.

She took off her uniform in the changing room.

Wiping the sweat from her forehead and neck with a towel, she started to get dressed.

“Yaqian, you haven’t left yet?” an acquaintance walked into the dressing room.

Zhao Yaqian put on her sneakers and said, “Yeah, got held up by some work. Sister Weiwei, why are you also so late?”

“No choice, a customer came in just after 9 and stayed till now,” Li Weiwei replied while changing, “Wait for me, okay? Let’s go together.”

“Sure.” Zhao Yaqian nodded and sat quietly on the stool.

She opened her phone and messaged her cousin on WeChat, “About to get off work.”