Huayu: Starting from an Unemployed Male Model

Tian Xiwei became famous even before she enrolled in school, though only moderately.

The reason, of course, is that she "participated" in Wei Jun's music video "The Wind Rises". Her cute and straightforward image in the video left a deep impression on people. As a result, some classmates recognized her as soon as she entered school, and some senior students even came to see her.

When she strolled around the school or ate in the cafeteria, classmates would greet her, which greatly satisfied her vanity, and for a while she even felt a little unsteady on her feet.

It wasn't until everyone got used to her presence and the novelty wore off that Tian Xiwei's life became mundane.

This experience of ups and downs did not make her lose her way or feel afraid. Instead, it inspired her to set goals, work hard, and study diligently at school, determined to hone herself into a piece of gold that would shine wherever she went.

While studying, she did not forget her benefactor Wei Jun, and often checked his Weibo to see if there was any news about him.

Now that she knows Wei Jun will be doing an event at Wanda Plaza tomorrow, she is instantly happy and looking forward to meeting him tomorrow.

"Is the Wei Jun you're talking about the one who sang 'The Wind Rises'?" Roommate Xiao Lu quickly came over, looking at Weibo.

Tian Xi nodded vigorously, hugged Xiao Lu's arm, and said coquettishly, "Lulu, let's go take a look tomorrow afternoon."

Xiao Lu pulled his arm out and pointed a finger at her forehead: "You forgot, you have class tomorrow afternoon."

"I came from the water class," Tian Xiwei said, swaying as she clung to Xiao Lu's arm again. "You'll come with me to take a look, won't you?"

"Don't even think about it. If you skip class and get caught by the teaching assistant, you're dead." Xiao Lu broke free from his arm.

"A bowl of spicy hot pot." Tian Xiwei used her ultimate move, saying this while clasping her hands together in a prayer-like gesture like a kitten.

Xiao Lu hesitated, pacing back and forth in the dormitory with his hands behind his back.

Tian Xiwei gritted her teeth and made up her mind: "Two meals of spicy hot pot."

Xiao Lu turned to look at Tian Xiwei and made a cute "OK" sign: "Deal."

Tian Xiwei went over and hugged Xiao Lu, pressing her face against his, and excitedly raised her right leg.

"I'll leave quietly tomorrow afternoon. If attendance is required in class, please ask Xiaoya for help."

"Xiaotian, you're such a clever little devil."

......

The next day.

Wei Jun Studio, XH District, Shanghai.

As the business grew, Wei Jun and Yang Hua alone could no longer handle the increasing workload, so they decided to rent an office and hire a team.

"Mr. Wei, come here, let me introduce you to some of the colleagues in the studio." Yang Hua would often defend Wei Jun's face and status in front of outsiders.

After all, he's the biggest boss in the studio, and he's the one who makes the money.

Yang Hua called over a few of his friends to Wei Jun and introduced them one by one: "Driver and bodyguard Yang Zhenbang, retired soldier, stylist Meimei, photographer Xiao Chen, and operations Xiao Zhang."

"This is our studio's boss, Wei Jun," Yang Hua introduced to everyone, then pointed to Yang Chaoyue behind Wei Jun, "This is Mr. Wei's assistant, Yang Chaoyue. If you need to contact Mr. Wei, you can go through her."

"Good morning, Mr. Wei!" X5

The five people bowed, then stood up and greeted Yang Chaoyue, "Hello, Assistant Yang."

Hello.

This was the first time Yang Chaoyue had been treated with such respect. In the past, she had always been at the beck and call of others when she worked, and she had never enjoyed such treatment before. Her vanity instantly surged, and she couldn't hide her joy on her face, but she forced herself to nod repeatedly.

She kept thinking to herself, "Boss, I want to be with you for life."

"Okay, everyone. Let's all work hard from now on. If the studio does well, we'll give out a big year-end bonus." Wei Jun first promised the workers a rosy picture.

Give them a pep talk and promises to motivate them to work hard. They'll definitely get a year-end bonus, but how much it will be depends on the studio's profits and Wei Jun's mood.

Yang Hua took out several red envelopes from his handbag, each containing 666 yuan, and distributed them to the employees: "This is your welcome gift. Work hard in the future."

"Thank you, Mr. Wei, and thank you, Ms. Hua." X5

After the five of them finished receiving their gifts, Yang Hua took out a large red envelope and handed it to Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue's mouth dropped open: "I have one too?"

"You're also a member of the studio, of course you are," Yang Hua said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei, thank you, Sister Hua." Yang Chaoyue accepted the red envelope with both hands. Judging from its thickness, it was thicker than the other five people's. She was delighted and felt very happy.

President Wei and Sister Hua really do care about me.

After distributing the red envelopes, Yang Hua began assigning tasks for the day.

This afternoon, Wei Jun will be attending an offline event for the jewelry brand Chow Sang Sang. A stylist is needed to do his makeup and hair. Once at the event, bodyguards need to keep Wei Jun away from the crowd and protect him. A photographer needs to follow him throughout the event and take as many high-quality videos and photos as possible.

The operations team needs to distribute the event content, videos, or photos taken across the entire internet to create a positive public opinion environment, monitor online public opinion, and promptly report and handle any negative online comments about Jun.

After being bombarded with motivational speeches, empty promises, and red envelopes, the employees were eager to work hard and repay their boss's kindness.

When Wei Jun was getting his hair and makeup done in the office, he couldn't help but sigh, "It's so great to have your own personal stylist."

I can have whatever style I want, and I won't have to borrow a stylist from outside every time.

......

Wei Jun, sporting slicked-back wet hair, wearing a custom-made black suit and Chow Sang Sang's new diamond earrings, appeared at Wujiaochang Wanda Plaza, where he was stunned by the massive crowd in front of him.

Fans and passersby were blocked by a series of fences, and they peered around from behind the fences, wondering when Wei Jun would arrive.

Newcomers to Wanda Plaza would ask those around them what was going on, why so many people had gathered. When they heard that Wei Jun, who sang "The Wind Rises," was coming, everyone waited.

"Is this mall usually this crowded?" Wei Jun asked Wang Hui, the brand manager of Chow Sang Sang.

"There aren't many people on weekends, let alone on weekdays. I guess they're here because they see you." Manager Wang Hui felt that hiring Wei Jun was a wise choice, since he rarely sees this many people.

Wei Jun observed carefully and realized that only a small portion of those who came were his fans, all carrying banners or posters. The majority of the rest were probably just passersby who came to watch the spectacle. Chinese people love to watch the excitement, especially when they have the chance to see a celebrity.

When Wei Jun led his group to the center of Wanda Plaza, sharp-eyed fans immediately recognized him and screamed. Other fans, hearing the screams, looked over and, upon seeing Wei Jun, also began to scream.

"Ahhhhhh."

"Wei Jun!!!"

"Wei Jun, look here!!!"

"Wei Jun, Mom's here!!!"

"Wei Jun, believe it! Believe it! Receive the letter!!!"

The fans screamed, and passersby quickly joined in the screaming.

Some were waving posters, some were holding out letters and calling out for mail, and many more were taking out their phones to take pictures or live stream.

With a professional smile, Wei Jun waved to everyone around him as he followed the mall security guards to the event booth, waving and greeting people along the way.

At the forefront was photographer Xiao Chen taking pictures, with assistant Yang Chaoyue and bodyguard Yang Zhenbang separating the surging crowd or those reaching out.

As Wei Jun approached the event booth, he spotted a familiar face next to the fence.

It is Tian Xiwei.