Plane Store: I rely on five-star reviews to become rich and live forever

After receiving the bill of lading, Tailor Zhang's face was still frighteningly red, and he thought he had a rash. In fact, his heart was pounding.

One tael of silver to steal three sets of new models was naturally very worthwhile, but after being honest for most of his life, he was afraid of being discovered...

Businessmen in this world are generally very simple, not to mention that Tailor Zhang is not a pure businessman. It is rare to see trendy styles in this small county town, and I couldn't help it...

By the time he reacted, the money had already been handed over.

He had thought about it all and put the finished product in the shop as a sample. Anyway, there were many old men and young men among his customers, so it was very practical!

"Uncle Zhang, here are the clothes you chose, as well as some accessories." Wu Youhe walked out pushing a row of movable hangers and warmly greeted Tailor Zhang over.

Tailor Zhang couldn't help but take a second look at the wheels under the hanger, then happily received a set of clothes and followed the instructions into the dressing room.

Just a few seconds after closing the curtain, Tailor Zhang said "Ah", opened the curtain and ran out.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong?"

Gu Xingyan and Wu Youhe were guarding outside. Tailor Zhang came to them, pointed inside and said in surprise: "That mirror..."

Even the nobles in the palace have never heard of such a big mirror with such clarity!

He was so frightened that he turned around, thinking that there was a moving monster inside, so he ran out, but he soon calmed down and marveled again and again.

Gu Xingyan and Wu Youhe laughed and coaxed Tailor Zhang back to the dressing room. They waited for ten minutes, almost thinking that something happened to the customer inside.

"Uncle Zhang, do you need any help?"

Wu Youhe was puzzled. Although the details of these three styles were different from the clothes of this dynasty, the process of getting dressed was not much different. Why did they dress slower than modern people?

Tailor Zhang inside had only put on his undershirt and trousers, and was unfolding his outer robe as much as possible, memorizing the layout with his naked eyes.

He also knew that the time he wasted was abnormal, so he had to dress immediately and go out.

Wu Youhe breathed a sigh of relief. He first picked out a matching hat for Tailor Zhang, and then held several large boxes of jade pendants, belt hooks, finger levers and folding fans, dazzling Tailor Zhang.

Of course, those jade rings are not real jade, but modern artificial jade is available in any color you want, and the "carving" is even more exquisite. Tailor Zhang sighed inwardly when he saw it -

This store does not sell accessories or ready-to-wear, what a pity!

After getting ready, Gu Xingyan led Tailor Zhang up to the second floor, first to the nearest dressing room.

Jing Weiwei was a little shy, smiled at Tailor Zhang and said nothing, quietly scanning Tailor Zhang's facial features with her eyes, and she felt confident.

Tailor Zhang sat on the makeup chair, with a large mirror in front of him. It also glowed but had no sparks. It was really magical!

The changing room wasn't very bright before, and since his attention was on the new clothes, he didn't feel too deeply.

But now, soft and sufficient light fell on his face, clearly reflected in the mirror. For the first time, Tailor Zhang could see his face so carefully.

It turns out that my wrinkles are like this, I already have age spots on my forehead, and my lips are this color...

Jing Weiwei opened a pack of disposable facial cleansing wipes and reminded: "Uncle Zhang, let me cleanse your face first."

Tailor Zhang nodded with great acceptance. If he asked someone to paint his portrait, he would definitely have to freshen up.

Unexpectedly, before he finished cleansing, Jing Weiwei showed him a pile of vacuum-packed cosmetics and solemnly declared:

"Please rest assured that the cosmetics used in our store are disposable and biodegradable and can be thrown away after use; cosmetics are also individually packaged and will not be mixed."

Wu Youhe was combing Tailor Zhang's hair. When he heard this, he quickly added: "The clothes you are wearing have also been washed. They will be sent for dry cleaning after being worn once. We will never give guests clothes that have been worn by others! "

Tailor Zhang was a little confused, "Make up?"

Just when everyone thought he would be very disgusted, Tailor Zhang laughed softly and said, "Thank you two girls. I didn't expect that I, Zhang Chengcai, would also need makeup one day."

In ancient times, the more distinguished a man was, the more common it was to wear makeup. Makeup was not only for the pursuit of beauty, but also symbolized status and wealth.

In some dynasties, officials had to wear makeup when going to court to avoid staining the emperor's eyes.

Zhang Chengcai was very happy. He had worked hard all his life and saved some money, but there was no occasion for him to show off his status. Because in the eyes of many people, he is just a craftsman.

Cosmetics are not cheap. If you hire a painter to paint, let alone put on makeup and match clothes, you will be in a good mood if you don't provide tea and snacks.

——No matter how poor a scholar is, he cannot look down upon a tailor like him.

This one tael of silver was worth more than he imagined!

Zhang Chengcai sighed and was extremely cooperative with Jing Weiwei's makeup work.

Jing Weiwei's hands were skillful and steady, and she quickly put makeup on Zhang Chengcai.

After the final eye makeup was done, Zhang Cheng endured the discomfort and opened his eyes, and was surprised to see himself in the mirror.

This makeup seemed different from other people's makeup he had seen.

The person's whole face is made white, no matter what color it is, people will know at a glance that this person is wearing makeup - this is the effect they want! Otherwise, wouldn’t it be albino?

But Jing Weiwei's natural makeup made Zhang Chengcai's skin tone more even, covered blemishes, brightened, and added some color.

As for wrinkles, cover those that can be covered, and leave those that can’t be covered without any problem. You can still edit the pictures later, right?

She has met a few very open-minded customers before, who thought that since they were in their fifties or sixties, having some wrinkles would make them more realistic. The result of the makeup was that others would not believe that those aunts wore makeup, and would only think that they were well-maintained. very good.

After looking in the mirror for a full quarter of an hour, Zhang Chengcai accepted his new self.

He thinks this is great. He is still the same person, but ten years younger. He is not too arrogant and tells everyone with a big face: "I am rich!"

He gave Jing Weiwei a thumbs up, "The girl's craftsmanship is the best I have ever seen!"

Jing Weiwei smiled happily, picked up the powder and makeup brushes, and followed Zhang Chengcai to the studio - she had to help touch up her makeup at any time.

Zhou Huaitang has been holding the camera and waiting for a long time. He was so excited just now that he forgot about the time difference for makeup, so he stupidly adjusted the parameters for a long time.

His royal set designer is called Peng An, who talks less than Jing Weiwei, so his presence is weak. Because of the long waiting time, he added a lot of real-life details.

Zhang Chengcai listened to Zhou Huaitang's words and stood in front of the curtain. On the curtain was a realistic rain alley, and the part hanging to the ground became a wet stone road.

Peng An thought for a while and sprinkled a few drops of water on the hem of his clothes.

Zhang Chengcai stood in the middle of the street, with blurry silhouettes of passers-by in the distance and a real umbrella-selling stall in the foreground.

He was dressed in a blue-gray gown, which blended perfectly with the scenery, like a character stepping out of a painting.

"Uncle Zhang, you can choose an oil-paper umbrella from the stall, hold it in your hand, and then look at the camera. It's the black circle in my hand."

Zhang Chengcai obeyed the instructions, then looked up to look for the black circle Zhou Huaitang mentioned. Inadvertently, he heard a few "clicks" and a light flashed, causing him to close his eyes.

"Very well, Uncle Zhang, your expression just now was very natural. Then, why don't you try holding an umbrella and pretend to stand in the rain..."