After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

On the first day of summer vacation, Su Jing woke up early as usual and began to get ready. She had to go to work today. Yes, she had to go to work. Not long ago, she was still a white-bone demon, with a car and a house, and a stable life. Who would have thought that she would be so "lucky" as to successfully wish and return to her youth? Well, everything had to start all over again.

After rummaging through the closet for a long time, the most suitable items were still jeans and a white shirt. She really didn't have many clothes. Su Jing shrugged helplessly at the figure in the window glass.

After thinking for a few seconds, she found a small black vest to wear under her shirt, and pinned the sides a little shorter, revealing her slender waist. In short, it perfectly highlighted her beautiful figure.

Like a thief, she drew her eyebrows and put on lipstick in the room, and walked around the window glass several times. After making sure that the advantages of her figure were fully displayed, Su Jing glanced at Su's mother in the bathroom and walked out.

At that time, most people wouldn't accept students wearing makeup. Even after starting work, wearing makeup would be considered a sign of being a gangster. That's why Su Jing had to be so secretive. She really didn't want to argue with her parents; they had already argued too much in her previous life.

She took the bus to the city center and finally, after some effort, found her first workplace in an office building converted from an old state-owned unit.

Climbing to the fifth floor, the corridor was dimly lit by yellow tungsten filament bulbs. Walking all the way inside, Su Jing saw signs hanging next to several doors: Beverage Company, Training School, Trading Company...

Some doors were open, others ajar, but what they all had in common was thick smoke drifting in. Su Jing coughed a few times.

Only at the end did she see the sign she was looking for today: Sihai Culture Company.

The name was very impressive, Su Jing chuckled.

I raised my hand and knocked three times on the half-open door. A mature female voice came from inside, "Come in."

This is a so-called modeling agency. They actually just recruit some pretty girls, give them some random training, and then send them to various nightclubs to perform, or to work on opening ceremonies for big companies. It's not really a modeling agency in the truest sense. Other than the occasional outrageous outfit, everything else is pretty normal.

Back then, with the reform and opening up policy, the entertainment industry was booming. Discotheques, dance halls, and nightclubs popped up like mushrooms during the rainy season. There was a huge demand for resident singers and dancers, and the requirements were far less stringent than they are today. As long as you had a good personal image, you could generally earn a good income. Some capable agents could even run several shows a day, earning anywhere from a few dozen to a couple hundred yuan per show, which was already better than many others.

She knocked on the door and went in. There were two heavily made-up women sitting on a black sofa near the door. They looked older than her, probably around 20 years old, and both were quite tall. At two desks facing each other sat a woman in her 30s, dressed in a business suit.

The woman had a gentle professional smile on her face. She raised her hand and handed over a form. At the same time, she raised her eyelids to look at Su Jing and said, "Fill it out."

Su Jing took it, which was a basic information form. She filled it out quickly and handed it back to the woman. She slowly took two steps back, smiled at the two girls, and sat down gently.

The woman looked at her watch and said without looking up, "Wait a moment. The other two will arrive and we'll start today's training."

A short while later, the other two girls arrived, chatting and laughing. It looked like they were friends. After they finished filling out the forms, the woman picked up theirs, looked at them, waved at them, and said, "Follow me," striding out the door.

"My last name is Sun, you can call me Sister Sun or Manager Sun. Today we have four hours of performance training and two hours of makeup training, and then," Sister Sun raised her hand to look at the watch, "it's 9 o'clock now, and we will have a half-hour break at 12:30. The company will provide a small bread and a pack of milk. Afternoon training will start at one o'clock, and makeup class will take place at two o'clock. It will end at four o'clock and we will have dinner. Then," Sister Sun paused and continued, "then you can rest. I suggest you take a nap at that time. Someone will come to take you to the performance at 8 o'clock in the evening." As she spoke, she had already walked to the training room at the other end of the corridor.

The training room wasn't big, with wooden floors and a mirrored wall. It was quite simple. A thin, somewhat effeminate man was already waiting inside.

"This is a new recruit. He will be on duty tonight." Sister Sun said to the man.

Turning around, he said to Su Jing and the others, "You'll be performing tonight. Just be serious. It won't be difficult. Whether you'll be accepted will depend on your performance tonight." After that, he turned around, smiled at the man, and said, "Xiao Qin, I'll leave it to you. This batch looks okay."

The man named Xiao Qin smiled charmingly and responded in Mandarin with a seafood-flavored accent, "Don't worry, there's no problem." He dragged out the last syllable for a long time, and Su Jing frowned slightly.

After giving the instructions, Sister Sun left and they began to receive training, which involved walking over and over again in high heels.

"Tuck your stomach in, keep your head up, and tuck your chin in."

"You, don't shrug."

"You, hold your stomach in and squeeze your buttocks tight."

"Yes, open your shoulders and tuck your chin in, not lower your head..."

"Don't move your head or twist your body. Stay steady, stay steady... Tsk..."

"Turn around and keep your head, good."

The catwalk wasn't very difficult, but wearing super high heels all the time was a bit unbearable.

The afternoon makeup class wasn't difficult, just a bit more exaggerated than usual. At four o'clock, we were told to take a break, eat, and get ready for the evening's first show. It was called dinner, but it was actually just eggs and milk, because Sister Sun said a full stomach would make your belly protrude.

In a patriarchal society, the various performances in nightclubs are originally created to please men of all kinds, and their purpose is self-evident. However, at her age, Su Jing can't do many jobs, but she needs money, desperately.

At eight o'clock, another short man appeared at the door of the training room. The man had a smile on his face, but no matter how you looked at it, his smile was only on the surface, a so-called professional fake smile.

"Hey, girls, get ready to work." The short man said to them, imitating the Taiwanese accent he saw on TV, "You can call me David. If the place is satisfied today, you can follow me from now on."

Su Jing's skin broke out in goosebumps. "Damn, are all men in the entertainment industry effeminate? And they smell like a tortoise."

David dragged in two large woven bags, threw them on the ground, and called everyone: "Come on, come on, come and pick out your own outfits for tonight. I'll make adjustments after you've chosen."

Five girls squatted in front of the pile of clothes, rummaging through them. Su Jing flipped through a few and felt a headache. They were all too exaggerated. She wasn't afraid of sexiness or exaggeration, but these clothes were too revealing and vulgar. They were so ugly that she couldn't bear to look at them.

In a patriarchal society, the entertainment industry is of course for men. And what are the thoughts of those who hang out in nightclubs? Everyone understands.

Su Jing took a deep breath and told herself, "It's just these few years, I just have to get through it!"

After picking out a few of the most plainly colored pieces, Su Jing stood aside. The styles were already quite intimidating, so the colors shouldn't add fuel to the fire.

After everyone finished choosing, David came over and asked everyone to try out all the items they had chosen. He then exchanged two items for two of them, and that was it. Then he realized that he had not informed them to bring their own cosmetics.

The five girls didn't know what to do.

Finally, the girls put together all the cosmetics they had, but still couldn't get all the items. They had no choice but to go to Sister Sun's office together.

"Um, Sister Sun, we didn't expect to start the performance today, so we didn't bring any makeup or anything. Look..."

Sister Sun was eating a box lunch. She wiped her mouth with a tissue before saying, "Oh, that's fine. Go back and wait a moment. I'll get someone to help you draw." She then pulled out a bottle of facial cleanser from the drawer and tossed it to them, "Go wash your faces first."

After washing my face in the bathroom and returning to the training room, a little girl was already waiting there.

"Hello everyone, I'm Little White Rabbit," the little girl was not tall and had many freckles on her round face, but she looked very cute.

"I'm a makeup artist at a nearby photo studio. The actors on Sister Sun's staff often ask me to do their makeup." Little White Rabbit raised the makeup box in her hand and shook it in front of them.

The little white rabbit started working, and the other four people started chatting nearby.

During the two hours of makeup, Su Jing learned a lot of useless things. The tallest one was called Xiong Ying, and she had been walking in the nightlife scene for several years. She was typically tall, thin, and flat, with ordinary features, but after applying makeup, she was stunning. Her features were very photogenic.

The two who came with them were students from the Normal University, studying music. They were sweet-looking and had pleasant voices. Besides earning some pocket money, they also hoped to meet a wealthy sponsor in the nightclubs. However, this was something Su Jing had guessed from their conversation; they hadn't said anything themselves.

The other one is called Yu Ming, a freshman in a vocational high school. She has ordinary facial features, but looks well-behaved overall. Many people say that she has the appearance that makes her suitable to be a wife. Her goals are simple: to make money, have fun, and find a boyfriend.

However, Su Jing knew that this girl would later cling to her and become her good friend. Because she was jealous of her, she did many things behind her back to frame her.

This time, Su Jing didn't want to have too much entanglement with her. No matter how Yu Ming approached her, she would keep a distance.

At 8 o'clock, David showed up on time, each carrying his own clothes for the performance. When the five people heard that they had to walk there, they were reluctant, but what could they do?

Fortunately, the nightclub is not far away, only a 20-minute walk away.

Their show was at ten o'clock, and the waiting time was very boring. Xiong Ying huddled in a corner and smoked one cigarette after another.

Two people from Normal University were talking about school matters.

Yu Ming was left with nothing to do. Not wanting to give Yu Ming the chance to get close to her, Su Jing found a corner to lean against, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Yu Ming ran to the door and stood there, watching the people outside singing.

At this time of the night, there is a two-hour karaoke time at the beginning, and guests can order songs and then go on stage to sing.

A fashion show lasting more than ten minutes might seem old-fashioned and silly now, but back in the early days of reform and opening up, the sight of beautiful legs and breasts swaying under the bright lights in scant fabric was a real thrill for the nouveau riche, who had just tasted the joys of spending money.