“Alright. Come with me.” Yan took Han Muzi’s hand and walked inside.
There were many people on set. As they were filming an ancient Chinese drama, Han Muzi saw many actors in traditional costumes as soon as she walked in. However, as it was summer, most of them were very sweaty.
Each of them had prepared a mini fan to cool themselves, while some even took off their costumes and put them aside, wearing only vests and shorts with a heavy crown on their heads, looking quite ludicrous.
Han Muzi glanced briefly at the surrounding while following Yan in.
Upon seeing Han Muzi and Yan, the assistant director of the set stepped forward and stopped them. “Who are you and what are you doing here? We are filming and no fans are allowed in here. Where is the set manager? Hey, what the hell are you doing, letting them in?”
Hearing his name, the set manager rushed over and explained when he saw that it was Yan, “Assistant director, they are not fans. They are here to see Zhao Yiru.”
“Zhao Yiru? What for?” The assistant director asked, looking at Yan first, then at Han Muzi.
When he saw Han Muzi, his eyes lit up.
Han Muzi raised her hand to pull down the sunglasses that shielded her small face, looking very poised and charismatic.
People who didn’t know her might even think that she was an international celebrity.
“Y-You are—?” The assistant director asked, looking at Han Muzi.
Yan subconsciously stood in front of Han Muzi to block the assistant director’s sight and then gently explained, “Hi, assistant director. We are here to see Miss Zhao for a work-related issue. It will only take a short while. ”
“Uh…”
The assistant director stared at Yan in confusion, before shifting his gaze at Han Muzi to stare at her.
At this moment, Zhao Yiru’s manager came over. When he saw Han Muzi, his eyes lit up and he quickly explained the entire situation, “Assistant Director, Miss Han is our guest.”
Then, he pulled the assistant director aside and whispered something in his ears. The assistant director kept staring at Han Muzi and only left a while later with a slight nod of his head.
Zhao Yiru’s manager stepped forward and nodded to Han Muzi. “Miss Han, please follow me.”
Han Muzi nodded and kept up with him, but Yan snorted and muttered in a low voice, “How condescending. He was so rude to me just now.”
Hearing this, Han Muzi couldn’t help chuckling softly. “Don’t take it seriously.”
“You never know how upset I am. I really feel sorry for myself. Why didn’t I have your talents? How nice it would be if I can design too. I wouldn’t need to put up with them anymore.”
“You?” Han Muzi smiled. “I think it’s a pity that you don’t become a food gourmet with your cooking skills.”
“Stop teasing me. I don’t want to be a food gourmet. If I were to become one, I would become so fat. You know I can’t stop eating after seeing delicious food!”
The manager quickly took them to a waiting room on set. After pushing the door open, a cool breeze greeted them. It was only then did Han Muzi realize that the air conditioner was turned on and there were only a few people inside.
She turned around and looked at the people who were sweating profusely on set but could only find shades on their own.
This was the harsh reality—the popular people were treated differently from those unpopular ones.
No wonder everyone wanted to reach a higher position.
Thinking of this, Han Muzi walked in with the manager.
“Yiru, Miss Han is here,” the manager said softly while walking to a beautifully dressed lady.
The makeup on the lady’s face was extremely exquisite, put together by top-quality makeup products. After hearing the manager, she turned around on her rotating chair and looked at Han Muzi.
Indeed, Zhao Yiru was a very beautiful woman.
She was exceptionally gorgeous. How else could she have reached the position she was in right now in this society that valued good looks? After all, she didn’t really have any acting talents. If she didn’t have such good looks, she wouldn’t have had so many fans.
However, not only was Zhao Yiru beautiful, but she was also hostile to other beautiful women, especially to women who were more beautiful than her.
Zhao Yiru initially thought that a well-known designer must be either an elderly woman or a lady with a mediocre presence.
Never did she expect that Han Muzi was young, beautiful, and would actually emanate an awe-inspiring aura.
Just standing there in a simple outfit with sunglasses made her feel stressed.
“So, she is Shelly, the famous international fashion designer? She certainly doesn’t live up to her reputation.” With that, she curled her lips into a mocking smirk.
The manager looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at the stoic Han Muzi before explaining, “Shelly is a Chinese. Her Chinese name is Han Muzi.”
“Oh? Han Muzi? I’ve never heard of her. Are you really a well-known designer? You sure you’re not an imposter?”
“What are you talking about?” Before Han Muzi reacted to this, Yan stomped on the ground and gritted her teeth as she glared at Zhao Yiru. “How can anyone simply impersonate a famous designer? By the way, I’m just one minute late! Do you have to pick on me? And now you are even making things difficult for Muzi!”
“Oh? So, in your opinion, one minute is not considered late? You shouldn’t be punished for being late? Miss, do you know how precious and valuable my time is? Do you know how many changes I have to make to wait for you? Do you know how much I’ve lost?”
“I—” Yan was speechless when she heard that.
Han Muzi tugged Yan’s arm. She stepped forward in her heels and said in a clear voice, “Miss Zhao, when we signed the contract, we made it clear that you have to cooperate with our staff, especially during the design period. But now it seems that your time is so precious that you can’t spare us even for a minute. Of course, I know that my assistant is at fault for being late. If she had not apologized to you for her unprofessional attitude, I would have punished her. However, not only did she apologize to you, but she also waited for you for two hours. Let’s see, how much do you earn in a minute? My assistant’s salary is based on a commission ratio every month, so the extra two hours she waited for you should have offset that, right?”
“You!” Zhao Yiru didn’t expect her to be so sharped-tongued, nor did she expect Han Muzi to actually talk back to her clients. Her beautiful face was suddenly filled with anger at this moment. “What did you say? How dare you compare her to me?”
Han Muzi smiled slightly. “Since all of us are humans, why can’t I do that? Are you of different species instead?”
“F*ck you!” Zhao Yiru yelled out in anger. “I am a popular international celebrity, and she is just a lowly assistant. How dare you compare me to her? Not just her, even you… you are only worthy to carry my shoes.”
