The Godfather of Chinese Entertainment's Little Flowers

Hangzhou, Binjiang District.

Inside a photography studio, the constant clicking of camera shutters could be heard.

The interior is decorated in a strong European and American style.

In front of the reflector.

A girl was wearing a floral print sundress, white stilettos, and her hair was tied in a bun.

He held a transparent umbrella in one hand and a white canvas bag in the other.

Her smile was sweet and radiant, as clean and gentle as the morning sunlight filtering through the thin mist.

The only downside was that her lips were a little stiff from faking a smile for too long.

The photographer, wearing a black fisherman's hat, held up his camera, constantly changing angles. After working for most of the day, his patience was almost exhausted, and his tone became somewhat impatient.

If it weren't for the fact that the girl in front of him was so beautiful, he would have lost his temper long ago.

"How many times have I told you? Raise your left hand a little higher, and turn your head a little more to the side!"

"Okay, okay, that's it. Don't let your arms shake, hold it!"

"Come on, let's try another position!"

"..."

A moment later, the photographer put down his camera, waved, and urged, "Alright, hurry up and change your clothes, there are still many sets to shoot."

"Okay, sure!"

Zhang Ruonan jogged into the changing room and then habitually locked the door from the inside.

Safety is very important for a girl traveling alone, especially for someone like her who works as a print model.

I glanced at the clothes hanging on the rack next to me; there were probably twenty or thirty sets waiting to be tried on.

She sighed silently.

I estimate I won't be able to get off work until 9 or 10 o'clock tonight.

She took the opportunity to sit down on the stool next to her and vigorously rubbed her swollen and sore calves.

He took out his phone again and glanced at it.

The screen shows two missed calls, both from the same person, but from an unknown number!

"Who could this be? They've contacted me twice; it must be something urgent, right?"

Just as she was feeling confused, there was a loud knocking and urging from outside the door.

"Are you changed yet? If you are, hurry up and come out! There are still many more photos to take!"

They were supervisors sent by the client.

"Okay...right away!"

Zhang Ruonan was startled and quickly stuffed her phone back into her bag, then got up and hurriedly changed her clothes.

"What's wrong with young girls these days? All they do is slack off..."

The footsteps outside the door gradually faded into the distance, while a moderate murmur of complaint rose up, just loud enough to be heard.

As she expected, she didn't finish filming until after 10 p.m.

At this moment, she was completely exhausted, like a wilted eggplant, listless and dejected.

After standing all day and striking various poses, she now feels like her legs don't belong to her anymore; they're incredibly sore and swollen.

Only when I changed into my own flat shoes did I feel instantly more comfortable.

Just then, the female supervisor walked over in high heels, glanced at her, tapped her phone screen, and said indifferently:

"I've transferred your daily wage. Please check your WeChat account."

"Oh, thank you."

Zhang Ruonan excitedly pulled out her phone, but quickly froze, "Sister Zhang, wait a minute!"

The female supervisor turned around, frowning, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Ruonan swallowed hard, then stood up abruptly and argued forcefully:

"We agreed that if it's past nine o'clock, I'll pay an extra fifty yuan, but you haven't given me that yet."

"It's your own fault for dawdling and going over time! How can you blame me for that?"

Zhang Ruonan mustered his courage and refused to give an inch.

She's witnessed this kind of situation—refusing to pay overtime wages—more than once or twice since she started working as a print model.

At first, she didn't dare offend them, fearing they wouldn't ask her to do work next time.

The reality is that even if you don't want it, they won't contact you again next time, or they might even deduct more money!

The more you indulge them, the more they will take advantage of you!

Therefore, she also had to try to grow thorns.

Zhang Ruonan waved his phone, stepped forward, and mustered his courage.

"I'm in at least 20 or 30 part-time job groups, and there are probably 10,000 to 20,000 people in those groups, so you don't want me to tell anyone about this, right..."

The female supervisor looked her up and down, noticing her imposing manner, and then pulled out her phone, revealing an impatient expression.

"I've forwarded it to you!"

After saying that, she left without looking back, muttering something under her breath.

The photographer who witnessed the whole thing couldn't help but give her a thumbs up.

"Good job, young lady! You have character!"

Zhang Ruonan exhaled, all her previous imposing aura vanished, and she revealed a small tiger tooth, giving the photographer a shy smile.

Then he waved goodbye and walked away quickly with small steps.

Actually, her heart is still pounding.

What no one knew was that this was the limit of what she could do.

After all, she herself is not the kind of person with a strong personality.

If that female supervisor surnamed Zhang had been any more ruthless, she wouldn't know what to do.

However, thankfully she didn't...

Zhang Ruonan went outside, looked up, and saw that the moon was bright and the stars were few, with the huge moon resembling a jade plate.

Suddenly, a breeze swept by, ruffling her hair. The breeze was cool and pleasant, and in that moment, she felt alive again.

It would be even better if we could have a bowl of spicy hot pot later.

"Ding ding ding!"

A sudden ringing interrupted her thoughts.

She took out her phone, thinking it was the unfamiliar number from that afternoon, but it wasn't; it was her mother.

"Hey! Mom!"

A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Nan Nan, are you busy?"

"No, I just finished my part-time job."

"Oh...it must be tough for you to be out there all alone. Remember to take good care of yourself."

"Mmm." Zhang Ruonan felt a surge of warmth in her heart. "I understand, Mom. Is everything alright at home?"

"Oh, don't worry about us, everything's fine at home."

Mother Zhang paused for a moment, then added, "Also, the family business has picked up a bit recently. Don't worry about your second sister's living expenses; we'll provide them. Earning money isn't easy for you."

Zhang Ruonan paused for a few seconds, then refused:

"Mom, I'll pay for my sister's living expenses. You guys save some money to buy things for Xiaoyi and Tete; they're still young."

Mrs. Zhang sighed, "Oh...you child..."

Since the family business went downhill a couple of years ago, she has been responsible for almost all of her and her sister's living expenses, and she has long been used to it.

"By the way, Mom, how's Little Te doing? Is he being good?"

Mentioning her younger brother instantly brightened Mrs. Zhang's spirits, her voice filled with laughter. No wonder, since her little brother was the most pampered member of their family.

"Little Te is a good boy, just sometimes mischievous and hard to control, but that's okay, all boys are like that!"

Zhang Ruonan reminded her, "Mom, boys shouldn't be spoiled from a young age. They should be disciplined and scolded when necessary!"

"Okay, Mom understands."

Just then, a shout came from the other end of the phone, and Zhang's mother hurriedly said:

"Alright, Little Te is calling me, I'll talk to you later. Take care of yourself out there!"

"I know."

Zhang Ruonan pursed her lips and exhaled.

To be honest, whenever she saw how her parents treated her younger brother, even she, as the eldest sister, couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Of course, it's just envy.

She also dotes on her younger brother.

After all, an older sister is like a mother to her younger brother. When he was little, she changed his diapers and breastfed him...

Zhang Ruonan tucked her hair back and her gaze fell on the GG sign next to her, which had a poster of Fan Xiaopang on it.

In the poster, Fan Xiaopang has a bright and alluring smile, and is adorned with jewels.

"I wish I could become a star someday, then I could earn lots and lots of money and ease the burden on my family..."

She suddenly remembered something and opened her call log.

"Look at my brain! I haven't called that unknown number back yet. I guess it's some part-time job, but I don't even know if they're asleep at this hour!"

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