My College Teacher is My Children's Mom-Chapter 793: Shooting the Endorsement

Makeup started at seven-thirty. Lin Feng was memorizing his lines from the script; they were so simple they hardly needed any effort.

The makeup artist was new to him—a cool, handsome man who had a rather flamboyant air about him, dressed in an incomprehensible style. Though he was distant with others, he was very attentive to Lin Feng. This was because, through various connections, he had previously worked with both Erbao and Sanbao, and also had ties to Shao Yang’s corporation. As a young and extremely capable man, he was poised to climb to greater heights.

"Director Lin, your skin doesn’t look like that of a man in his fifties at all. You look like you’re in your thirties! How do you usually take care of it?" the makeup artist marveled. "I’ve done makeup for many male celebrities, but none your age have skin this good."

Male celebrities also need to spend a lot of money on skincare. Although audiences are generally more forgiving with male artists, a wrinkled face on a 4K high-definition television can still detract from the viewing experience. Besides, the younger an actor looks, the wider the range of roles they can land. Some actors might be the same age, but a lack of skincare can make one look like the other’s father. Conversely, some actors in their thirties and forties can still land roles in idol dramas as long as their skin is in good condition.

But Lin Feng wasn’t a star. He didn’t need to make a living from acting or follow that career path. The man was incredibly wealthy, after all, and it was perfectly normal for the rich to take care of themselves. Still, the makeup artist had never seen anyone maintain their skin as well as Lin Feng.

"I don’t really have a skincare routine," Lin Feng replied. "I just occasionally use my wife’s products when the weather gets dry."

The makeup artist didn’t believe him, assuming Lin Feng must have a professional source for custom-made skincare products. But since he’d said as much, the artist couldn’t press the issue and simply asked, "What brand does your wife use?"

"I think I heard it called La Mer online," Lin Feng replied.

It was a high-end skincare brand known for its anti-aging and antioxidant properties. In a word: expensive. It was too much for someone in their twenties, but suitable to try in one’s thirties, and a staple by thirty-five.

The makeup artist chuckled and began shaping Lin Feng’s eyebrows. "Director Lin, your eyebrows have a very nice shape."

Ever since Lin Feng had undergone several sessions of Purification and Marrow Cleansing, his entire face seemed to have been remodeled, as if he had given himself plastic surgery. His skin condition had improved, his pores had shrunk, the blackheads on his nose had vanished, his eyebrows had fewer stray hairs, and his eyes were clearer. Hmm, so many years have passed, and it’s stayed the same.

As the makeup artist continued to work, he began to believe that Lin Feng probably didn’t have much of a skincare routine after all. A face that had been meticulously cared for didn’t look this... natural.

After half an hour of makeup, Lin Feng gazed at his reflection and found the person staring back to be somewhat unfamiliar. These brows are too thick, aren’t they? This hairstyle is too young for me, isn’t it? And isn’t this lipstick a bit much? But what could an amateur like him say?

Next, he went to the wardrobe to try on several outfits for test shots. After a selection was made, they would confirm the direction for the actual shoot. It was a fast process that could be completed in a single day. If things went slowly, it might take two or three days, but a week at the absolute most.

Lin Feng was 1.8 meters tall and had maintained his fitness over the years, making him a walking mannequin that could wear almost anything. They started by comparing outfits against the platform’s brand colors: various shades of green, black, and navy blue.

Lin Feng became a silent, efficient machine, posing and smiling exactly as instructed.

"Director Lin, thank you for your hard work. Could you please read that last line one more time?"

"No problem..."

In the end, they decided on a navy blue suit, embellished with a dark green brooch on the chest. With the look finalized, the actual shoot was scheduled to begin in the afternoon.

At noon, the crew ate boxed lunches, but Lin Feng was served a meal of three dishes and a soup, which he ate quietly. A staff member approached him to discuss the details of the upcoming shoot, such as conveying the right emotion when delivering his lines and managing his facial expressions. In short, the goal was to completely unleash the charm of a mature man, with one important condition: it couldn’t look "greasy."

"Director Lin, would you like to take a lunch break?"

"Do you all need one? If you’re taking a break, I will too. If you need to keep shooting, I’m ready."

The staff member was taken aback, pleasantly surprised by how approachable the tycoon was. After a twenty-minute rest post-lunch, they resumed filming.

The morning had been about gaining experience, and by the afternoon, Lin Feng had mastered the ropes. Just two hours later, the shoot was complete.

He glanced at the time—it was only four-thirty. The entire crew was thrilled, as no one had expected to wrap up so quickly.

Lin Feng found the person in charge and said, "I’m going to get this makeup off. Once I’m ready, I’d like to treat everyone to dinner."

When the news was announced, the crew became even more ecstatic.

For the commercial shoot, the props team had even borrowed Lin Feng’s wristwatch. It was a gift from Erbao, valued at over nine million on the market, though Erbao’s connections had allowed him to purchase it for two million less. Furthermore, it was the latest model—a testament to Erbao’s influence.

Lin Feng finally felt comfortable again after removing the makeup and changing back into his own clothes. Outside, the staff was packing up. Lin Feng asked the person in charge for a dinner recommendation, who suggested a great seafood buffet nearby that was both delicious and affordable at 480 yuan per person.

"If you all like it, that’s fine by me," Lin Feng said.

With that, the crew happily rushed out the door toward the restaurant. The person in charge explained, "It’s almost dinner time. If we’re late, we won’t get seats. With a group this big, we have to hurry to claim our tables."

Lin Feng nodded in understanding.

Fortunately, they ran fast and the restaurant was nearby. Their group took up ninety percent of the restaurant’s seating, leaving no room for anyone who arrived after them.

Lin Feng sat down, and the person in charge, who sat beside him, noticed he was booking a plane ticket. The latest flight home was at eleven-thirty that night.

The person in charge raised his glass of fruit wine. "Director Lin, thank you for all your hard work today. Your cooperation allowed us to finish the entire shoot in just one day."

Lin Feng raised his glass in return. "It’s what I’m supposed to do. Since I’m getting paid by the platform, it’s my duty to do a good job."

The person in charge sighed in admiration. No wonder he’s the richest man.

Lin Feng’s table included the person in charge and a few other managers. He wasn’t sure if it was his age, but he felt a bit out of place and didn’t really understand their internet slang. Still, he enjoyed talking with the young people and preferred listening to their stories.

Of course, this also included some gossip. No names were mentioned, but everyone at the table seemed to understand who they were talking about—everyone except him.

"Oh, I know who you mean. I worked with her once. What a headache..."

"Right? She’s pretty, but her whole public persona is an act. Her true personality is awful..."

Lin Feng perked up his ears. He might not be part of the entertainment industry, but he certainly enjoyed the drama.