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Chapter 17 Bar Regulars
In the car.

After exchanging a glance, Eva and Elena involuntarily turned their heads away.

Lin Qingsong, on the other hand, sat in the passenger seat and chatted with the ride-hailing driver next to him.

Of course, he wouldn't reject another female model who came to him just because of Elena.

So when Eva asked if they could go together, Lin Qingsong readily agreed.

Although Elena was very dissatisfied, she silently endured it because she thought about the Shanghai Fashion Week in the spring and summer two months later.

At 10:30 p.m., Shanghai's nightlife officially kicks off.

The entrance to Myst bar was now filled with clubbers from all over the country.

As soon as Lin Qingsong and his two companions got out of the car, they immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Even in a place where top-tier beauties gather, Elena and Eva's looks are considered outstanding.

In addition, their background as models made them stand out among the many nightclub patrons with their imposing presence.

What's even more noteworthy is Lin Qingsong.

Because he was actually holding one of these two top-tier beauties from foreign countries in each arm.

"Damn, who is this guy? He came to the bar in a ride-hailing car and even brought two such beautiful foreign girls with him."

"I don't know. I'll see what card he has later, and maybe I can go and get to know him."

"Hey marketing, are these three your new atmosphere-building team members? Holy crap, their looks and figures are amazing!"

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Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, a marketing woman wearing a gray miniskirt that revealed her bare shoulders walked out of the bar.

"Old Lin, hurry up, I've reserved a spot for you." Du Qing greeted him with a big smile.

The woman was the bar's marketing manager and also a former client of Lin Qingsong.

Most bars, in order to make the venue more lively when they open, will invite some beautiful women and handsome men to have fun, and they will not only cover all the food and drinks but also pay for them.

This is what people commonly refer to as the atmosphere group.

When Lin Qingsong was a freelance agent, he would take orders from bars for creating atmosphere.

He can take one to two hundred yuan from a member who meets his appearance requirements to create a lively atmosphere.

You can easily earn two or three thousand yuan a night by finding twenty or thirty people to create a lively atmosphere.

Du Qing is his long-time client, and he often asks him to help find atmosphere groups.

Even when he works for a foreign company, Lin Qingsong still continues to take on these kinds of orders.

Although he didn't earn much, because of this connection, he never spent money on drinks at most bars in Shanghai.

Sometimes he even takes models to bars for drinks and makes a fortune from it.

"Sister Qing, I'm being generous, aren't I? These two are top models in the company. They usually charge one or two thousand for an hour of shooting." Lin Qingsong said to Du Qing with a smile, "If you don't find me a good spot later, don't blame me for going to another bar."

"Old Lin, what are you saying? Tonight, whatever you want to do, Sister Qing will listen!" Du Qing nudged Lin Qingsong's shoulder and said in a slightly ambiguous tone.

Although Myst has long been one of the top nightclubs in the country, an atmosphere team is still needed, only the quality requirements are even stricter.

In this situation, many ordinary agents would find that the atmosphere-building team they hire simply cannot meet their requirements, but Lin Qingsong is different.

His staff are all former models, and they usually earn at least several hundred yuan per hour for a shoot, and they are all foreigners.

Of course, there are many other foreign agents in Shanghai. However, most legitimate modeling agencies have strict rules regarding models' off-get off work hours, with the most basic requirement being that they cannot go to bars.

Lin Qingsong was able to take models to bars after get off work.

One reason is that he performed well.

Another reason is that he doesn't take models to bars very often.

He brought them over under the guise of celebrating after the models finished a big deal.

Therefore, Qi Nan turned a blind eye and wouldn't interfere unless something serious happened.

In this situation, Lin Qingsong is considered a top-tier connection that many marketers in Shanghai would want to get to know.

Because there were too many people, Du Qing led the three of them directly up to the second floor via the VIP elevator.

After passing through a short, silvery-white passage, as the inner door opened, psychedelic electronic music instantly transformed into a wave of sound that crashed down on everyone.

In the dimly lit venue, spotlights of various colors flickered incessantly, and a decadent smell containing alcohol, perfume, and hormones wafted through the air.

Many men and women who had arrived early were already swaying their bodies to the music on the dance floor.

In the booths closest to the dance floor, many people stood, wearing sunglasses, waving fans, and swaying to the music.

In just a moment, the dopamine in Lin Qingsong's body surged along with the deafening music.

Having not been to a bar for a while, he nodded along to the music and whispered in Du Qing's ear, "Sister Qing, where is my booth?"

"Come with me." Du Qing reached out and took Lin Qingsong's hand, leading him to a five-person booth on the left side of the dance floor. "What do you think of this place?"

Normally, the minimum spend for this booth is 30,000.

If it happens to be one of the world's top 100 bars, or a holiday, the minimum charge will be doubled.

But Lin Qingsong has a lot of influence, and the models he brought were also top-notch.

“Sure, but I don’t have enough people here. Sister Qing, could you bring over two full-time atmosphere-creating teams later? That way, no one will say the atmosphere here isn’t lively enough.” Lin Qingsong certainly wouldn’t refuse, and even thoughtfully considered Du Qing’s needs.

The booths near the dance floor are what really liven up the atmosphere of the bar; if it's not lively there, it will definitely affect the bar's business.

Du Qing said with a smile, "Old Lin, you've thought of everything. I'll send people over later. Also, there's plenty of champagne tonight. I'll have someone build a champagne tower for you to show off."

After Du Qing left, Elena and Eva, who had been acting like fighting cocks, each clung to Lin Qingsong's arm.

"Lin, this place looks so expensive. Do we need to pay a lot of money? Should we go somewhere else? I just arrived in Shanghai and I don't have much money with me."

Elena looked at Lin Qingsong awkwardly. Although she didn't understand Chinese, she could tell from the place that it was definitely not a low-end place.

She invited Lin Qingsong tonight, so she couldn't possibly let Lin Qingsong pay.

However, she had just arrived in Shanghai and hadn't started working yet. All she had was the pocket money from her company and the living expenses her parents had given her.

Eva, who was standing nearby, was also a little worried.

Although she has been working in Shanghai for two years and has earned some money, she spends it very quickly, basically buying all kinds of luxury goods as soon as she has money.

However, her financial situation was still better than Elena's, so she had the leisure to make sarcastic remarks: "Elena, why don't you go back? You treated Lin to drinks and you're still so stingy."

Just as Elena was about to retaliate, Lin Qingsong put his arm around them and said in a slightly relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I definitely won't let you spend any money tonight. The manager here is a friend of mine, and she'll treat us!"

Hearing this, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)