"Ah, I haven't introduced myself yet." She stood at the door with a smile in her eyes: "I was commissioned by Mr. Ye to do the styling for Miss Qiao. My name is Leng Shan."
There are also different levels in their styling industry.
The most common ones are stylists who do styling for events and ribbon-cutting ceremonies, followed by stylists who do styling for celebrities and models.
There is another type of stylists that is very rare and does not often appear in the public eye - the Leng Shan team, which specializes in serving the needs of upper-class socialites and ladies.
Compared to stylists from celebrity teams, who have to use connections and go through the back door if they want to borrow a piece of clothing.
They are often guests of honor at major luxury brands, and some first-line celebrities who want to borrow some jewelry or dresses have to use their connections to get them.
Therefore, their status is very high, and they will not easily do styling for others. The price is also very expensive, especially for people like Leng Shan who serve Ye Lan.
The day before yesterday, she received a message from Ye Lan, asking her to go over today and help someone with the styling for a birthday party.
Leng Shan looked inside again and saw the man put down his laptop and stood up from the sofa.
"Ye..." She was startled, then forced herself to calm down and called out, "Young Master Ye."
She is someone who can connect with this circle.
But this was the first time that Leng Shan had come into contact with, or seen face to face with, this giant Buddha.
After all, she was a professional woman, so she quickly adjusted her mood and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Ye. We are the people called by Ms. Ye to help Ms. Qiao with her hairstyle."
Although the other people in the team were not aware of Ye Wangchuan's identity, when they saw their boss's attitude, they held their breath and waited obediently on the side, waiting for Leng Shan to communicate.
Ye Wangchuan was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt underneath a black sweater. When he saw them, he just nodded slightly: "Yeah."
The attitude is neither good nor bad.
It's neither salty nor bland.
Leng Shan breathed a sigh of relief and looked into the room: "Qiao, where is Miss Qiao?"
"Second floor." Ye Wangchuan picked up his phone and called Ye Lan, and told Gu San: "Let them wait here first."
"Okay, Mr. Wang." Gu San familiarly arranged for Leng Shan's team to wait for others in the reception room at the entrance.
He had just arranged for everyone to sit down when the doorbell rang again.
Gu San rubbed his temple, also puzzled: "Why are there so many people here today?"
He muttered something to himself, but went over to open the door honestly.
The situation outside was similar to before, with several people around. Some were carrying makeup bags, and some had several elaborate dresses hanging on hangers.
When he arrived at the door, he looked inside curiously: "Hello, is this Miss Qiao's house?"
Gu San: “…”
He simply stepped aside and let someone go in first. After he saw someone with a similar appearance come in, he asked, "Who let you in?"
The group of people who came in later bumped into Leng Shan and her group. The two groups looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.
However, the person who greeted Gu San first among the group of people who came in later reacted faster. He came to his senses, met Gu San's curious gaze, and said awkwardly, "Um... we were called by President Yuan."
He was smart and could say nice things: "Mr. Yuan said Miss Qiao might be able to use us... It doesn't matter if she can't, we'll just come over and take a look."
Mr. Yuan.
That is Yuan Yongqin.
Gu San was numb, nodded, pointed to the other side and said to him: "Then you wait here. Miss Qiao hasn't woken up yet, wait until she wakes up." (End of this chapter)