Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 112 "Is a Month's Living Expenses Enough?"

The customer replied instantly: "So thoughtful! I'll add a 10 yuan tip! [Flying kiss]"

Shen Li looked at the notification "10 yuan reward has been received" with a smug smile, thinking to herself: This order nets me 70 yuan, enough for several chicken legs.

Although standing in line can make your feet ache, you don't have to carry heavy objects, climb six floors, or face the visual bombardment of female students in bath towels and camisoles. It's practically a retirement job in the world of delivery services.

He was looking down at his phone when a cloyingly sweet perfume scent hit him right in the face. Shen Li looked up, and wow.

A girl was rushing this way in high heels, the heels so thin they were like nails, and the "clack-clack-clack" of her footsteps on the concrete sounded like machine gun fire.

She was wearing a bright pink, tight-fitting bodycon dress that was so taut that every inch of fabric seemed to be sending out an SOS distress signal.

Her chest was incredibly large, like a turbulent sea, bobbing violently up and down with her running movements, making the eyes of the boys in line tremble.

The skirt was shockingly short, barely covering the top of her thighs. Two long legs wrapped in black stockings stepped out alternately, and the tender flesh on the inside of her thighs was faintly visible under the stockings.

Her hair was big, wavy, and flaxen, swinging in the air as she ran. Her face was heavily made up, with bright red lips and eyeliner drawn high, and her eyes exuded an arrogance that said, "I'm the most beautiful woman in the world, and you mortals don't deserve to look at me."

She rushed to the front of the line, grabbed the arm of the waiter handing out numbers, and said in a sweet yet forceful voice, "My name is Zhou Mei! I made a reservation! Seven o'clock! At the bar!"

The waiter was nearly knocked over by her shaking, and quickly looked down at the reservation book: "Ms. Zhou... you booked for 7 o'clock, but it's only 6:30 now, and your table is still full..."

"If you're not done tidying up, hurry up and tidy up! What are you standing there for?"

Zhou Mei rolled her eyes, let go of her hand, turned around and glanced at the group of people in line, her eyes full of disdain.

"There are so many people, it's so crowded. Can't you expand your storefront a bit? The line is always like a snake."

The waiter's face turned green, but he still forced a smile.

Shen Li watched with great interest. This Zhou Mei seems to have the words "arrogant and domineering" etched into her DNA.

Her demeanor, her presence, her delivery of lines… she could definitely win an award for playing a wealthy socialite.

Just then, the customer who placed the order finally arrived late.

The client was a round-faced girl wearing a loose sweatshirt, black-rimmed glasses, and no makeup. She was carrying a huge drawing board in her arms and an art supply bag on her back, looking like she had just escaped from an art studio.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the number plate in Shen Li's hand, and she ran over breathlessly: "You're the delivery guy, right? I'm 'Drawing Today Too'! Thanks for your hard work!"

Shen Li handed over the number and milk tea, a professional smile plastered on her face: "It's nothing. You've come at the perfect time; if you'd been five minutes later, your number would have been gone."

The round-faced girl was moved to tears and immediately tipped him 20 yuan with her phone. Then, carrying her drawing board, she struggled to squeeze into the store.

Unfortunately, she bumped into Zhou Mei, who was scolding the waiter at the door.

The edge of the easel lightly brushed against the back of Zhou Mei's fuchsia bodycon skirt. The touch was so light it was like a cat's scratch; it probably didn't even leave a crease.

But Zhou Mei reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, letting out a loud "Aww!"

She turned around abruptly, her heavily made-up eyes widening like saucers, her bright red lips parting to reveal a voice so shrill it could pierce eardrums:

"Are you blind?! Can't you see where you're going?! This dress costs 38,000! Can you afford to pay for it if you get it dirty?!"

The round-faced girl trembled from the shout, her face turning pale instantly. She quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I... I didn't mean to..." Her voice was shaking, and the knuckles of her fingers holding the drawing board turned white.

"If 'sorry' were enough, what would we need the police for?!"

Zhou Mei, not one to back down, stepped forward and pointed her finger at the round-faced girl's nose. Her finger, painted with bright red nail polish, almost poked the girl's glasses.

"Do you know how delicate this dress is? It costs 800 yuan to dry clean! Do you even have 800 yuan for your monthly allowance? Judging from your appearance, you've probably never even seen 800 yuan before, have you?"

The round-faced girl's eyes instantly reddened, and her lips trembled as she tried to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

She lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, and she curled up into a ball, like a little quail that had been soaked in the rain.

The people queuing around them began to whisper. Some frowned, some shook their heads, and some took out their phones to record videos. But no one stepped forward.

Shen Li frowned. A dress that costs 38,000 yuan? Dry cleaning it costs 800 yuan?

Oh.

He almost burst out laughing.

If it were any other freshman, they would probably be completely stunned by this scene.

After all, phrases like "Chanel early spring new arrivals," "Avenue Montaigne flagship store," and "Italian cashmere blend" sound like they carry the scent of money, which is something that poor students would never understand.

But who is Shen Li? She's a shrewd person who grew up in an environment where she was "unloved by her parents." To make money, she'd use all sorts of crooked methods... no, all sorts of knowledge.

Among the classes I've been teaching these past few days is an elective course called "Fashion Brand Appreciation".

That course was for broadcasting majors, and it covered recent developments in luxury goods, fabric technology, pricing strategies, and so on. Offering this course to broadcasting majors was a targeted and well-suited approach.

What do broadcasting graduates do? It's not just about sitting in a studio reading scripts. Their future career paths are as wide as Chang'an Avenue.

A significant number of people never intended to become news anchors. They were aiming for careers like celebrity agents, brand PR professionals, and event emcees.

The girls in the broadcasting department were all incredibly beautiful and charming. Even while still in school, they took on various hosting and etiquette jobs.

When attending a high-end cocktail party and interviewing a celebrity, if the celebrity is dressed in haute couture and you can't even recognize the brand, how can you conduct an in-depth interview? How can you build rapport with them?

This appreciation of luxury goods is their social currency, the key to unlocking high-end occasions. Just like teaching "Scriptwriting" to directing students or "Physical Skills" to acting students, it's a legitimate professional necessity, without any ambiguity.

For Shen Li, a poor guy, the Beijing Film Academy is full of rich kids and people with connections. He can't even tell what kind of people they are wearing, so how can he accurately judge the depth of his customers' wallets? How can he formulate a differentiated pricing strategy?

So he sat there and listened attentively for two classes, and managed to memorize most of the classic styles and fabric characteristics of several common big brands recently.

As for the present situation, Shen Li originally just wanted to watch the show. It's better to avoid trouble; why should a mere errand boy get involved in this mess? He'd rather use that time to grab a couple more orders.

But Zhou Mei's words, "poor student" and "do you have enough for 800 a month's living expenses?", pierced his ears like needles, making him, a poor man, feel extremely uncomfortable.