The young man was very attentive, and Chen Dashan was also spared the trouble, nodding in agreement.
The two headed to the makeup room of the nightclub one after another. The hallway outside the makeup room muted the previous noise, crowded with people in show costumes, hustling about in various eccentric outfits.
Chen Dashan stepped aside slightly, and the young man said, "She's here. Do you want me to go and call her for you?"
"No need. You go ahead with your work!"
Chen Dashan declined and entered the makeup room himself.
The makeup room was not large, with simple decor. Inside, the lighting was bright, and in front of about a dozen small tables sat people of all sorts, their large mirrors wrapped with a string of incandescent lamps.
The air was filled with the scent of cosmetics, with various fragrances mixing together.
"Look at Zhou Xueqin... I've seen that outfit before; it's the latest design, no less than eight thousand yuan."
