After struggling for a few minutes, Wen Jiu finally admitted it.
I knew before I came that this mission would be extremely difficult, but I came anyway.
If you are shrinking now because of a small problem like maid uniform, is it worthy of the money of a big shot?
Is it worth the travel expenses provided by the company?
Are you worthy of the training your motherland has given you?
Sorry, sorry for everything.
So Wen Jiu decided to overcome the difficulties.
She briefly blocked the live broadcast because she needed to change clothes.
The live broadcast room was dark.
Everyone’s comments did not stop:
[Can I wear that skirt? It won’t pass the inspection in a minute if I put it on, right? 】
[Ting Wen: Stop doing it, it’s such a crappy job, it’s not worth your sacrifice. 】
[Auditor No. 102 enters the live broadcast room.]
[Hahahaha, I saw the auditor coming in, and he was ready to knife the anchor at any time. 】
Wen Jiu ignored these barrages.
Fortunately, Lu Jing had prepared a lot of clothes for her before she came, and Wen Jiu also bought a lot of matching clothes to match them.
She wore a lace base underneath her maid uniform, covering the areas above that could not pass scrutiny, and put on sleeves with cuffs of the same color, completely covering her arms.
A long skirt of the same color is layered under the skirt. It completely blends into the short skirt under the camera and is not obtrusive at all.
With such a change, the sexy and charming neon island nightclub maid style is directly transformed into the elegant and elegant British castle butler maid style.
She restarted the live broadcast.
The audience looked at this outfit that was not revealing at all but looked extremely harmonious from beginning to end. They were stunned for two seconds before they started to scroll.
[The auditor leaves the live broadcast room.]
[Is this okay? The anchor is indeed very powerful, but can you tell me why you bring a sleeve with you on a business trip? 】
Wen Jiu made it up: "Well... I use the concept of traditional Chinese medicine to maintain health, so I prefer to keep warm."
[t: The anchor has even dabbled in traditional Chinese medicine? I have a medical script that I want the anchor to lead. I’ve booked the next show in advance!]
Wen Jiu smiled and faced the camera. No matter whether this promise would be fulfilled or not, she would take pictures of this flattery first as a token of respect: "Okay! I'll wait for you, the next big boss!"
After changing her clothes, Wen Jiu planned to sneak away to find Murong Yudie.
Although the housekeeper refused, the house was too big and there was no surveillance, so she couldn't manage it at all.
Wen Jiu sneaked over so she wouldn't know.
Carrying her suitcase, she climbed the stairs until she was suspended when she walked, and finally arrived at where Murong Yudie was.
Her legs were shaking under her long skirt, and she suppressed it without showing it, and continued to maintain the quality of a professional female anchor.
After walking to Murong Yudie's room for a long time, I finally saw someone.
Murong Yudie stood in the middle of the room, wearing a fluffy princess dress with a hem radius of five meters, surrounded by a bunch of maids. When Wen Jiu saw what they were wearing, she quickly ordered the backstage staff: "Code, code, hurry up
Code those maids."
In an instant, those maids were beaten until only their faces were left.
Wen Jiu got closer and saw Murong Yudie's appearance clearly.
Her skin is as white as milk, she has an awl face, colorful hair, a pair of eyes as big as a cartoon girl, and eyelashes as thick as brushes.
At this time, she looked at the hem of her skirt with a melancholy look on her face, and tears in her eyes.
Wen Jiu got closer and heard the maids apologizing:
"Miss, I'm sorry... your skirt is layered and spread out hundreds of meters long. When you put such a big skirt into the closet, you can only fold it for storage, and it will become wrinkled.
…”
Murong Yudie became more and more melancholy: "It's none of your business. Hey, my father insisted on using hundreds of square meters of the best silk fabric in the world to sew such a huge skirt for me."
The maids were all moved and cried: "Miss, you are really the kindest girl in the world!"
"Miss, we are willing to serve you for the rest of our lives!"
But when Murong Yudie looked at her wrinkled skirt, tears still fell down and turned into... pearls.
"How can I go to the dance today without a smooth hem?"
Wen Jiu: "..."
Isn’t your skirt wrinkled? You won’t cry like this, right?
Wouldn't it be smooth if you asked a few maids to pull it apart?
Wen Jiu really wants to take oxygen!
[The auditor entered the live broadcast room on the 8th.]
[Auditor No. 8: The content of Pearl Tears lacks scientific basis, and the recommendation position on the homepage has been cancelled.]
Wen Jiu: "..." What the hell! Do you still need science when you are already in the Mary Sue world?
No! You have to come back with excuses!
Otherwise, without homepage recommendations, how could we attract more new fans!
Wen Jiu was quick to think and quickly explained: "Although it seems unscientific, it can be explained by science... Pearl tears are actually the condensation of calcium carbonate produced by the special iris of the eye. This is a special disease of the eye.
Just like the reason why Xiang Fei produces fragrance is because there are special bacteria in her sweat glands..."
She explained a lot, and finally saw another message from the auditor:
[Auditor No. 8: That’s it, please continue to be scientific.]
[The auditor exited the live broadcast room on the 8th.]
Wen Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay, auditor No. 8 is a very reasonable person.
She glanced at the barrage again, and the screen was filled with "Hahahahaha".
I don't know if they are laughing at Murong Yudie or at themselves for forcing themselves to quibble.
[Human Oil: I’m so happy to see everyone looking so happy!]
[Fireworks x100 for rewards from human oil items!]
Wen Jiu's motivation returned immediately.
She quickly ran to Murong Yudie's side and continued to advance the mission.
"Miss, don't worry, I can iron your skirt without taking it off!"
The other maids all looked at Wen Jiu with disbelief on their faces.
"Hmph, stop bragging! You let the eldest lady wear her clothes and iron them. What if you hurt the eldest lady?!"
"That's right, and when ironing clothes, you must spread the clothes on a platform so that they can be ironed flat. Now that the clothes are on the eldest lady, do you want the eldest lady to lie down and iron them for you?"
Oh, look at you, you look like you have never seen the world!
Wen Jiu opened her suitcase and took out a garment steamer!
This is a garment steamer co-branded with big-eared dogs. The machine looks like a small hair dryer, and there are two big dog ears on the top, which is very cute.
Murong Yudie was originally a girl under twenty years old, and she fell in love with the cute appearance of this garment steamer every minute.
She asked curiously: "What is this?"
Wen Jiu: "This is an heirloom that has been passed down from generation to generation in our family for thousands of years! The principle is to use high-temperature steam to iron clothes, which is very safe and will not hurt anyone."
"You don't need to take off your clothes. Stand like this and I can help the young lady iron the hem of her skirt!"
Seeing how cute this garment steamer is, Murong Yudie nodded: "Okay, then you can try it."
The one Wen Jiu brought was rechargeable, and she had filled it with water in advance.
She turned on the switch, and within a few seconds, steam came out.
Wen Jiu manipulated the hem of Murong Yudie's skirt.
Wherever the garment steamer goes, the skirt will change from wrinkled to as flat as a piece of iron!
The kind that can cut people down!
Half an hour later, the hem of the skirt was completely ironed.
All the maids looked at Wen Jiu and the clothes ironing machine in her hand in amazement.
Now, they are convinced.
Murong Yudie looked at her smooth and flat skirt and shed tears of gratitude.
Wen Jiu quickly reached out to catch her fallen pearls to avoid wrinkling the hem of her skirt again.
She casually stuffed the pearls into her pocket and solemnly promised Murong Yudie: "Miss, please stop crying. I will never let your skirt have a wrinkle in the future when I am here!"
Murong Yudie stopped crying, as if she was infected by Wen Jiu, and looked at Wen Jiu with eyes full of admiration, appreciation, and trust.
She suddenly said to Wen Jiu: "To reward you for ironing the hem of my skirt, I will reward you with the highest honor of Murong Castle."
When Wen Jiu heard what Zhong Er said, her scalp went numb.
The highest honor you mentioned, no... wouldn't it be kissing your right foot?
Then I definitely won’t do it!
Go home in a minute! Resign! Quit!
People cannot sacrifice themselves to this extent for work!!!