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Chapter 101 The Kneeling Model, the Seasoned Collector
"nothing."

How could he possibly talk about eating seahorse? Lin Qingsong could only laugh it off and casually say, "I just ate a bowl of noodles."

“Okay.” Qi Nan shook his head speechlessly: “I just said at the meeting that, like in previous years, there is a surge in interviews during this period. I may have to take models to more than a dozen interviews a day. After that, there will be even more important second interviews and costume fittings. So Lao Lin, you have to step up too.”

Not only Lin Qingsong, but also she and Niu Hao, who has stayed at the company for many years, are now bringing models with them.

"can."

Lin Qingsong nodded dismissively.

The start of Shanghai Fashion Week each year is the busiest time for their company, and he's used to it.

Once this busy period is over, we can wait for Fashion Week to officially begin.

"Aren't you on good terms with Pete and Vivian, and they even promised you a few spots? You can lead the way for these companies then," Qi Nan teased with a laugh, as if he'd just thought of something. "Haha, what if they can't find you after the models' auditions?"

"How could that be!" Lin Qingsong said speechlessly, "I'm very responsible!"

"Vivian, I'm a responsible agent. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to let the model do her makeup alone?"

Underground Parking Lot.

Lin Qingsong looked at Vivian, who was holding his hand, and said in a helpless tone.

Today is the day the models come for fittings, also known in the industry as the Fitting process.

Based on photos taken during the first and second auditions, stylists and brand representatives created three to four outfits for each model before finalizing the runway look.

Before the models change clothes, they have to do their makeup and styling.

"Come on!" Vivian, holding a cup of coffee, looked both excited and exhausted. "Lin, please, I need to completely relax. Besides, what do they need you for when they're putting on makeup? I need you!"

To ensure the best possible performance for the runway show, she hadn't had a proper rest for almost a week and was relying entirely on coffee to stay awake.

His voice trembled slightly as he spoke.

"Okay, okay!" Lin Qingsong shrugged helplessly, and said to Qi Nan across the distance, "Seventh Brother, I'm not being irresponsible, I'm being far too responsible! After all, getting the designer on board is much better than chatting idly with the makeup artist!"

"Wow, Lin, your car looks great!" The two had just arrived at the Mercedes that Lin Qingsong had bought a few days ago. Vivian smiled and nodded as she saw the car, which was much larger than her BMW. "I just wonder how the shock absorption is?"

"It may not be as good as a G-Class, but it's much better than your BMW!!"

Lin Qingsong is not joking.

A few days ago, he and Xiang Jia parked the BMW G-Class and this C-Class together for a test drive.

Overall, this car is neither the best nor the worst!

Of course.

In Lin Qingsong's opinion, the most comfortable ride is still the G-Wagon.

There's a good reason why scumbags like Mercedes-Benz G-Class!
As for the fact that the "bad girl" likes the Mercedes-Benz E-Class, he hasn't figured it out yet. He can ask her why when he has to deal with the "bad girl" who drives the Mercedes-Benz E-Class later.

Or perhaps later, I'll buy a Mercedes-Benz E-Class myself and experience it for myself.

"Ring ring ring~~~~"

Vivian, lying on the fully reclined Mercedes seat, picked up the phone next to her, glanced at the name on it, and shook her head helplessly, saying, "Lin, it seems the makeup is finished. Damn, why does time fly by so fast!"

Despite her complaints, she didn't slow down at all. She jumped up from her seat, adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror, and took out a lipstick from her bag to touch up her makeup.

Lin Qingsong didn't disturb her. He opened the car door, stood outside, and lit a cigarette.

At the same time, he took out his phone to see if anyone was looking for him.

To his surprise, someone actually messaged him at that time.

"Brother Lin, I might really be coming to Shanghai soon, and I'll be staying for at least three months. Hehehe, you'd better be prepared!"

Lin Qingsong was slightly taken aback when he saw the message Dilraba sent him.

I'm going to stay in Shanghai for three months?

recent?
Upon hearing these two words, Lin Qingsong inexplicably thought of the urban drama that Wang Zhou had mentioned.

Could it be that Dilraba Dilmurat will star in this drama?
Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that they all happened recently, and all within three months?

Unless they are filming, celebrities will definitely not stay in the same place for too long.

He couldn't help but ask, "Dilraba, are you in Shanghai to film something? You're not doing a fish-themed movie, are you?"

"Huh??? Brother Lin, how did you know???"

At this moment, Dilraba, who was eating cookies in the hotel, stared wide-eyed at her phone in disbelief. She had only managed to get this role a few days ago, so how did Lin Qingsong know about it?
Hearing the noise she was making, her manager asked in confusion, "Dilraba, what's wrong?"

"Sister, did you tell anyone that I took on a case in Shanghai?" Dilraba asked her agent with a puzzled look.

"No," the agent shook his head. "What's wrong?"

Upon hearing her manager's words, Dilraba couldn't help but mutter to herself, "How did Brother Lin know that?!"

"What? How did Brother Lin know?" The manager looked at his artist in confusion. How could he be acting so strangely while eating a cookie and playing on his phone?

After Dilraba finished explaining, her manager said speechlessly, "Why don't you just ask her?"

"Oh, right!" Dilraba quickly sent a message to Lin Qingsong.

"Hey."

The manager was at his wit's end looking at his confused artist.

Other celebrities need to market themselves as "stupid beauties," but what about our own celebrity?
Ha ha.

She really didn't want to say much. She was beautiful, but she was also genuinely clueless!

Lin Qingsong, who was walking upstairs with Vivian, who had already finished her makeup, saw the message from Dilraba and couldn't help but explain that he knew Wang Zhou from Tan Yu and knew that they were going to film an urban drama in Shanghai, which was why he guessed it.

Upon seeing this news, Dilraba suddenly realized what was going on.

That's what happened.

After she told her agent the news, her agent didn't say much, but silently sent a message to someone to inquire about Lin Qingsong in Shanghai.

Last time, she thought that Lin Qingsong was just an agent with access to foreign models, at most someone with a little more influence.

I won't have much contact with them.

But now it seems that's not the case; he actually has connections in the entertainment industry?

After arranging to meet Dilraba in Shanghai, Lin Qingsong and Vivian arrived at the costume fitting site together.

As soon as he entered, a black foam board taller than a person appeared in front of Lin Qingsong.

Lin Qingsong and the others usually call this a lookboard. After the clothes for the models are finalized, they take a photo of them and leave it on it. After the makeup and styling are done, it should normally be covered with photos of the models.

If there are a few vacancies, it means that some models have been eliminated. Then, either you continue to select people or you select replacements from the second round.

After accurately locating his own model in the crowd, Lin Qingsong smiled and said to Vivian, "Looking around, our model is the best!"

“It feels really good.” Vivian said, then downed her coffee in one gulp, walked over, clapped her hands, and said, “Everyone, let’s get going!”

After she finished speaking, she, along with the creative director, the person in charge of this fashion show, and a stylist who was specifically responsible for the styling of this fashion show, came to the judging panel.

As the music began, one model after another showcased their charm on this makeshift catwalk.

Lin Qingsong watched this scene with his arms crossed.

As the music played and stopped, the clothes worn by the models kept changing.

Only after Vivian and the others made the decision would they be taken away to have their photos taken and then fixed onto the lookboard they had seen earlier.

All of this has to be kept secret, otherwise Lin Qingsong would definitely film a video and post it on his WeChat Moments.

The makeup session lasted until about 8 or 9 p.m.

"Lin, want to grab a drink?" Vivian, still feeling a sense of relief, smiled and said to Lin Qingsong, "I want to celebrate properly!"

"Let me drop the model off first," Lin Qingsong said nonchalantly, since he had no plans tonight. "Send me your address, and I'll come find you."

"Lin, may I have a drink with you guys?" The model standing next to him said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't have an audition tomorrow."

Lin Qingsong glanced at the female model named Raulz beside him and said in a strange tone, "Are you sure?"

Although most of Qi Nan's relationships are with Russians, it doesn't mean the company doesn't have models of other nationalities.

The female model named Raulz is British and was very unsociable from the beginning when she joined the company.

He even openly and secretly looked down on Russian girls, acting as if he disdained associating with them.

When looking at people, there's a sense of superiority.

Lin Qingsong takes models to bars and parties, but she basically doesn't go.

As a result, she was not well-liked at the company. Even the driver didn't like her and gave her a nickname based on her name: "Old Son".

If it weren't for the fact that some clients liked this arrogant attitude, Qi Nan would probably have already returned the Raulz.

I never expected that someone like him would actually take the initiative to attend my private gathering.

Lin Qingsong didn't believe she didn't understand the meaning behind this private gathering.

However, when he saw that Raulz's gaze was always fixed on Vivian, he realized that the other woman's target was probably not him at all.

"Vivian, what do you think?" Although Lin Qingsong was curious to see what this usually arrogant female model was like in private, he still needed to ask Vivian's opinion.

Although the French and British have a long history of conflict, Vivian didn't seem to care too much.

Instead, after looking Raulz up and down, he teased Lin Qingsong, "Lin, of course I can, I just don't know if you'd be reluctant, after all, she's a model in your company."

"Me?" Lin Qingsong shrugged. "Of course I don't care."

After saying that, he turned to Raulz and said, "I'm going to Vivian's hotel for a drink. Are you sure you want to go?"

"Didn't you want to drink? I've learned a little bartending before, I can make you some drinks." Raulz, no longer aloof, said to Vivian with a slightly ingratiating tone, "If you'd like."

She is a native of London, and therefore frequently visited London Fashion Week before coming to China.

I once saw Vivian chatting happily with the artistic director of Chanel's haute couture brand.

And I later heard that the two were very good friends.

If we can successfully get in touch with that art director through Vivian's connections...

Then she could very well become a model for Chanel, a prestigious luxury brand!
Wouldn't my net worth skyrocket then?

Hear this.

Lin Qingsong and Vivian had no reason to object.

"Alright, then you can do it." Lin Qingsong shrugged.

Anyway, after these models come to Shanghai, the company will take them for regular medical check-ups.

One more of her would be fine too.

It seems like having one more person wouldn't be enough!
Lin Qingsong silently took out the flat wine flask he always carried and took a small sip of tiger penis wine.

This Raulz is something else!

She was no less impressive than that enthusiastic samba dancer, and perhaps even more so.

Who said the British are rigid and conservative?
That's pure nonsense!
Before he could finish drinking, Vivian suddenly exclaimed, "Lin, your wine jug!"

"Huh??" Lin Qingsong felt like he'd been caught daydreaming in class. He said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm a little thirsty, I'll have something to drink."

Depend on!
System, hurry up and update the store! If it had the Iron Kidney item, I'd sell everything I own to buy it!!!
Being caught red-handed feels awful.

"No!!! You wine jug!" Vivian jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and went barefoot to him, staring wide-eyed at the wine jug:

"OMG, isn't this the silver flat flask produced by Metasequoia Field in the 1980s???"

Phew~~~~
Lin Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief; it turned out they hadn't been caught red-handed after all.

But looking at Vivian's excited face, he felt inexplicably strange.

Didn't she take it out and drink it herself that time with Lisa?
Oh.

Lin Qingsong remembered that Vivian seemed to have fallen asleep when he drank it and hadn't seen it.

"Lin, where did you find this wine flask?!" Vivian exclaimed, looking at the four silver markings engraved on the bottle. "My goodness, it's so well preserved!"

She loves collecting European antiques, especially silverware.

She hasn't actually collected this Sheffield flagship product, or rather, she hasn't collected one in such perfect condition.

"You still like this?" After realizing that she only liked the wine pot in his hand, Lin Qingsong relaxed and asked curiously.

“Of course, I’m a seasoned collector!” Vivian said with a hint of pride. “I have a complete set of silver tableware that was used by the royal family back in the day!”

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