HuaYu: Starting with Photography to Navigate the Entertainment Industry

Everyone has body hair!

In the hotel room, Xu Lang studied the hair removal cream and razor while humming a tune he had picked up from who-knows-where.

There was a knock on the door. Xu Lang opened it, and Zhu Zhu leaped into his arms.

"Xu Lang, why didn't you take me with you when you went to Changsha to watch the Super Girl finals?"

If I hadn't watched the live stream, I wouldn't have known you were so amazing!

When will you start writing songs again?

"Write one for me too!"

Zhu Zhu clung to Xu Lang, speaking in a cloying voice.

"Snapped!"

Xu Lang slapped her at the apex of her buttocks, ignoring all her words, and instead urged her on:

"Go take a shower now."

"Hmph, I knew you were up to no good!"

As Zhu Zhu spoke, he got off Xu Lang and obediently went to the bathroom.

A moment later, Zhu Zhu, wrapped in a bath towel, came out of the bathroom.

She leaned against the wall, the snow-white fabric of her bath towel and the snow-white fabric underneath seemed to glow, dazzling to behold.

What a stunning beauty!

Especially her wet hair, lazily draped over her forehead, paired with her alluring eyes, made her even more charming.

Zhu Zhu originally thought that Xu Lang would be unable to resist rushing over.

As a result, Xu Lang only glanced back once before continuing to work on what he was doing.

"What? You're so focused!"

Zhu Zhu was somewhat annoyed. He moved closer to Xu Lang and asked in surprise:

"Hair removal cream? Razor? What are you doing with all that?"

At this moment, Xu Lang had finished studying the instruction manual and turned to Zhu Zhu, saying:

"As a photographer, I am very strict about managing my body hair."

To make your photos even more perfect, I'm going to give them a thorough check today.

As he spoke, he pulled Zhu Zhu into his arms and reached out to grab the bath towel.

"what?"

Upon hearing the words "body hair management," Zhu Zhu was taken aback at first, but upon seeing the razor in Xu Lang's hand, she immediately understood.

Her face flushed instantly, and she struggled to run to the side, saying:

"Xu Lang, where did you learn this from? Mine is fine, you don't need to tell me what to do."

"How can that be?"

A wicked smile crept across Xu Lang's face.

"As a model, you have to pay extra attention to the management of body hair, like underarms, it doesn't look good to have underarm hair showing."

Come, come, let me check you out.

As he spoke, he ripped the towel off Zhu Zhu and pounced on her.

"Ugh! Xu Lang, how annoying you are! Why are you meddling in this? Give it to me, I can do it myself."

In the end, Zhu Zhu could not escape Xu Lang's clutches.

However, as Xu Lang said, hair removal is indeed an essential skill for a model.

After all, nobody wants to see a pair of hairy legs and an armpit that looks like it smells of cumin.

(Many female celebrities have a lot of body hair; the arms and legs we usually see have been shaved off.)

"Okay, your arm is fine now. Let me check the other areas."

Xu Lang was very serious and focused, treating this matter as a task.

"No, you can't do it. Give it to me, I'll do it myself."

Zhu Zhu protested coquettishly.

"I can't do it? Who are you looking down on? Don't forget, I'm a top-notch makeup artist. This little thing is a piece of cake for me."

However, Xu Lang was soon proven wrong.

"This is definitely not a job a normal man could do!"

Let's skip all these fancy stuff!

A real man goes straight for it!

Two hours later.

Zhu Zhu, panting, slumped in his arms, her fingers still gently tracing her name on his chest.

"Xu Lang, you must have had a very fruitful trip to Changsha this time?"

"Was it fruitful?"

Recalling his experience in Changsha, Xu Lang didn't hide anything and said directly:

"Yes, there are some. Zhang Hanyun's company gave her a bonus of 100,000 yuan, and she also got on the Super Girl bandwagon."

At this point, he pinched a handful of red cinnabar and asked:

"What, you want to go on Super Girl?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhu immediately became interested, struggled to his feet, and looked at Xu Lang with shining eyes.

"Can I do it? What resources do you have? Can you get me into the finals?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Xu Lang, annoyed, slapped Zhu Zhu's buttocks again at the apex.

"I was in charge of taking photos for the 2005 Super Girl contestants and even turned my website into their official site. It wouldn't be a big problem to promote one or two people."

At this point, Xu Lang carefully examined Zhu Zhu.

"But can you sing?"

In his previous life, Xu Lang didn't remember Zhu Zhu ever singing.

He quickly shook his head.

"You'd better not get involved in the Super Girl competition; it's not suitable for you."

"snort!"

Feeling a bit annoyed by Xu Lang's words, Zhu Zhu punched Xu Lang's chest and said defiantly:

"Why is it not suitable? If you ask me, you just look down on me and are unwilling to do anything for me."

At this point, her eyes welled up with tears of grievance. She pinched Xu Lang and asked angrily:

"Do you just like younger girls, like Zhang Hanyun, who's a little kid who hasn't even grown up yet? What's so good about her? Can she compare to me?"

Seeing Zhu Zhu's aggrieved look, Xu Lang couldn't help but laugh. Was he here to earn resources?

After considering the relatively successful image of Zhu Zhu in later generations, he still advised:

"Your style is suited to an international urban elite image; you can develop in this direction."

"What international urban elite? Never heard of that!"

Zhu Zhu showed little interest in Xu Lang's suggestion. She rolled her eyes and said again:

"You don't have to let me participate in Super Girl, but you have to help me think about my boyfriend."

Yesterday, the editor-in-chief of FHM magazine contacted me again. This time, he was more specific: Jeep is looking for a male celebrity to be the brand ambassador for its Grand Cherokee SUV in China, and he thinks I'm a good fit.

At this point, Zhu Zhu glanced at Xu Lang and asked, "Xu Lang, do you think it's possible for me to land this GG endorsement?"

Xu Lang frowned when he heard Zhu Zhu bring up the matter again.

He didn't speak, staring at Zhu Zhu for a long time. Zhu Zhu unconsciously lowered his head, still trying to explain:

"Don't worry, I just sat with Editor-in-Chief Jin for a while, and I didn't even get a drink of water before I came out."

"ha!"

Xu Lang chuckled, pointed at Zhu Zhu's forehead, and said:

"Zhu Zhu, you need to understand one thing: I won't stop you from doing anything."

I don't want you to pay attention to Jin Jun, not because I'm stingy.

What I want to tell you is that the Grand Cherokee's failure is not something Jin Jun can control. If you want to sacrifice yourself, I will not stop you, but I advise you to find someone useful to sacrifice yourself for.

For example, someone like the head of Jeep's brand—then your sacrifice would have some value!

"you..."

Xu Lang's words were quite serious, and Zhu Zhu's eyes immediately reddened upon hearing them.

"Hmph, Xu Lang, in your eyes, do you think I'm someone who can sell my body at any time?"

Hearing Zhu Zhu say this, Xu Lang also got a little angry, and his stubbornness flared up again.

"Let me be clear, I don't object to selling one's body. In the entertainment industry, regardless of gender, who isn't selling themselves?"

It's just that the form and the cost are different!

What I oppose and despise are those idiots who get scammed and still help the scammers count their money!

Unconvinced by Xu Lang's words, Zhu Zhu remained defiant and stubbornly retorted:

Do you think everyone can find that key person who has the final say?

"It's okay, if you don't have connections, you just have to climb up from the bottom, one step at a time!"

"You're right, we have to climb, but we can't just knowingly crawl forward when there are knives in front of us. That's just stupid!"

Xu Lang was truly enraged, glaring at Zhu Zhu.

"Why can't I get through to you!"