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Chapter 212 Anything Produced by Old Lin is Guaranteed to Be a Masterpiece [5K Chapter]

[Daily News 03 (Purple): Deep within the library of Club 54 on the Upper East Side, tucked away in the spine of an ordinary 19th-century Dickens hardcover novel, lies a well-preserved autographed photograph of early baseball star Babe Ruth. The book was not thoroughly inspected when it was donated to the club after the death of a former member. (Price: $200,000; available for sale to the editor-in-chief of American Vogue.)]

No?

Two hundred thousand for an autographed photo?!

Upon seeing this information, Lin Qingsong genuinely couldn't understand what those celebrity fans were thinking.

However, the editor-in-chief of the American edition of Vogue is a fan of this baseball star?
This surprised Lin Qingsong a bit.

Although there are different versions of VOGUE around the world.

VOGUE in China is a top-tier women's magazine in mainland China.

But if we consider influence...

The mainland Chinese edition of Vogue is not even considered a top international publication.

The four internationally recognized Vogue editions are the American edition, the British edition, the French edition, and the Italian edition.

Meanwhile, the American edition of Vogue is not only ranked first, but it is also the original edition and the world's largest-circulation fashion magazine.

in other words.

American Vogue is widely recognized as a fashion trendsetter, nicknamed the "fashion bible."

All of this is related to Wintour, the editor-in-chief of American Vogue.

It was under her leadership that VOGUE truly began to dominate the fashion world.

Lin Qingsong never expected that he would actually get involved with this real bigwig in the fashion industry.

wrong
The system only says that it can sell things to her, but it can't actually contact her.

She's not like some internet celebrity who can just walk up to you and get in touch.

As the editor-in-chief of a top global fashion magazine, even a top luxury designer like Vivian would probably have a hard time finding her if she didn't have anything important to do.

After all, she has been the magazine's editor-in-chief since 1988 and has nurtured numerous designers who now make up half of the global fashion industry.

Also.

He had never even heard of this Club No. 54.

Many clubs in the United States are invitation-only private clubs. Even if you know where they are, you can't get in without an invitation.

Hey.

I'll ask Vivian later. If she doesn't know either, then forget it.

Lin Qingsong reluctantly picked up the cup next to him and took a sip of water.

Even if we can't get the autograph, just knowing that Wintour, this big shot, likes it is worth it.

It's always been a case of "carrying a pig's head but not finding a temple."

But most people don't know what to bring when they go to a temple.

Not everyone likes a pig's head.

Now that I know what Wintour likes, I'll have the chance to get involved with her someday.

[Daily Intelligence 04: After seeing Tian Xiwei's post, Zhang Ruonan was inexplicably touched. She knew that Lin Qingsong must have spoken up for her behind the scenes, which was why she tagged her.]

Little Nannan is quite clever.

Lin Qingsong nodded, then looked at the three people on the bed beside him.

When Xiao Nannan arrives, this bed definitely won't be enough.

How about renting a villa?
He was thinking about the videos Pete had sent him.

The villas inside are all very spacious, and they look perfect for him.

Besides Zhang Ruonan, Lisa and Qin Lan will definitely come looking for him as well.

Most importantly, Vivian and Lisa's helpers will also be coming.

If you calculate it that way, there are too many people!
Eight people in total!
hiss!
Thinking of this, Lin Qingsong inexplicably reached his hand behind his back.

brother.

Can you handle it?
It feels like I'm back in the first month after getting the system.

Hey.

Lin Qingsong realized he had made a mistake.

He should have brought the tiger penis wine with him.

so many people.

Even two hours of sleep would be difficult to achieve!

call.
Lin Qingsong couldn't help but exhale.

You can't do it like that.

These people must absolutely not be met!
The timing definitely needs to be staggered a bit, otherwise I'll be ruined.

[Daily Intelligence 05: A while ago, Li Yitong received a notification from Fengdu magazine that she would be shooting a cover shoot with Ava from Qingmu International in November. She was a little confused, not knowing what Qingmu International was, but yesterday she learned that Lin Qingsong, the founder of Qingmu International, is actually a shareholder of Shining International, which has been making waves in the fashion world recently. Having never had any connections in the fashion industry, she plans to get to know Lin Qingsong.]

Li Yitong?
Want to befriend me?
What kind of "交" is this?
Lin Qingsong recalled Li Yitong's alluring fox-like eyes and decided to accompany Eva to the Fengdu magazine for a photoshoot in November.

As the boss who cares most about his employees, he definitely has to be there for such important occasions!

[Daily Intelligence 06: Tmall has been trying to invite numerous luxury brands to exclusively join its platform recently, but without much success. Yesterday, Tmall Global's marketing department discovered Tian Xiwei's Weibo account and, believing she has a good relationship with Vivian, decided to contact Tian Xiwei today, hoping to influence Valentino through Vivian.]

what?
No.

Tmall, contact Tian Xiwei?

It's understandable that netizens don't know.

Doesn't a company as big as yours do market research?

I already mentioned this at Donghua University: I have good relationships with many designers, including Valentino and Lupertin.
Tian Xiwei also has a good relationship with the models in my company.

With a little investigation, wouldn't it be obvious that Vivian and I are actually quite close?
Also.

Vivian is just a designer; how could she possibly influence matters in the Asia-Pacific region?

It seems like Tmall Global is really at a loss.

Lin Qingsong felt a sense of helplessness.

really.

This world is just a giant makeshift operation.

After reviewing all the information, Lin Qingsong lazily soaked in the bathtub for a while before going to bed.

More than two hours.

After waking up from his sleep, he saw that the women were still asleep. He left a note saying that he was going out to exercise and went downstairs alone.

Anyway, my English is pretty good, and my phone has map navigation.

Even without a guide, you can't possibly get lost.

In addition, he saw that the information in Intelligence 1 and 2 was not too far away from him.

It's a good opportunity to pick up the things while they're sleeping.

Otherwise, once everyone wakes up, I definitely won't have time.

Madison Avenue.

The back door of the Odyssey Antique Gallery.

"Lin, what you want is in here, but our shop owner said it has a chip or flaw. Although the image is complete, the repair cost is very high, and it's not worth repairing at all." A female shop assistant with freckles on her nose said with a curious look, "Are you sure you want to spend money to buy it? Actually, you can just take it away, no one will care."

With a tip, Lin Qingsong easily befriended a shop assistant and, led by her, arrived at the back door, where he found the wooden box labeled "to be discarded."

Hearing the shop assistant's words, Lin Qingsong said with a smile, "Jennifer likes things with flaws. In my opinion, it's like the Venus de Milo with its missing arms."

"Okay." When the shop assistant named Jennifer heard Lin Qingsong bring up the Venus de Milo, she shrugged helplessly and said, "Well, after all, this is something from the East. Maybe we have different aesthetic tastes."

After handing Jennifer five ten-dollar bills, Lin Qingsong easily bought the porcelain blue-and-white plate worth between twenty and forty thousand dollars.

Of course, it wasn't just this plate; they also took away the entire wooden crate labeled "to be discarded."

Although Jennifer's suggestion was reasonable, she said she could simply take the things herself.

But this is the back door of the shop, and there are security cameras up there.

Jennifer had the right to move the crate herself; after all, she was a shop employee, and it was perfectly reasonable for her to ask someone to move a crate that was about to be discarded.

But if I take it directly, who knows what trouble it might cause.

Why not just spend fifty dollars and take your things away safely?

After tearing off the "to be discarded" label from the wooden crate, Lin Qingsong took a taxi to return the items to the hotel reception, asked them to watch over them for a while, and then took another taxi to Park Avenue.

The painting here doesn't require so much trouble.

Although it is more valuable, the intelligence reports that it was piled up in a corner on the side of the construction waste.

And it's also very inconspicuous.

In the car.

A young Black man hummed along to a hip-hop song on the radio while glancing at Lin Qingsong through the rearview mirror.

"Hey bro! Looks like you're here for Fashion Week?"

The fact that taxi drivers love to chat is a common trait across countries around the world.

But Lin Qingsong still answered curiously, "How did you know that???"

He didn't think there was anything particularly outstanding about his appearance.

"Hahaha, I knew it!!!" The young black man burst into laughter for no apparent reason, then said with a smug look, "Because every year at this time, that hotel is full of people from all over the world who come to attend Fashion Week!"

He was laughing while patting the steering wheel.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Qingsong was a little confused.

No.

Bro, you guessed right about this. What's there to be happy about?
Lin Qingsong sometimes really couldn't understand the thought process of these big black men.

He couldn't help but remind him, "Brother, be careful driving."

"Hey, I'm the king of cars in New York! I can drive with my eyes closed!" The young black man was laughing happily when he heard Lin Qingsong's words and couldn't help but boast, "You know what? A model almost missed Fashion Week before, and she only made it by riding in my car!"

Sigh. Wait until we get off the bus.

Lin Qingsong touched his ear and decided that he would rent a car after he got his driver's license and obtained an international driver's license.

He thought domestic drivers were already quite talkative, but he didn't expect foreign drivers to be even better!

Not only can he talk nonsense, but he's also incredibly loud.

The key problem is that he can't understand human language at all!
Along the way, he told the young black man to shut up several times; he wanted some peace and quiet.

But the car will only be quiet for two or three minutes at most.

Then the young Black man, seemingly out of nowhere, started talking to himself again.

Then, quite naturally, the conversation shifted back to him, and a new round of chatting began.

Standing still, Lin Qingsong glanced at the sign of the Rockwell Classical Art Gallery in front of him.

Following the directions highlighted by the system, they proceeded to the temporary construction waste dumping site behind it.

Staring at the pile of rubble, broken wood, and miscellaneous building materials.

Lin Qingsong looked around and, finding no one there, went straight to the far left corner.

Step over a pile of garbage and lift up pieces of rubble.

Lin Qingsong quickly found an inconspicuous cardboard tube covered in dust.

After blowing the dust off it forcefully, he did not open it for inspection immediately.

He stuffed it into his pocket, left the back alley of the shop, and went out onto the street to hail a taxi.

"Ok?"

Lin Qingsong stared at the familiar license plate and the familiar black face on the Uber ride-hailing app with a dark expression.

"Damn? It's this guy again?"

Before he could cancel the order, the car he had just been in reappeared in front of him.

"Haha, buddy!!! I knew we were meant to be, get in the car!"

The young Black man stuck his head out of the car and waved happily.

Remembering that the driver who had taken him to and from the Odyssey Antique Gallery was also quite talkative, Lin Qingsong had no choice but to get in the car.

Forget it.

That was just a small obstacle on my journey to find bargains.

I don't know where all these big black guys in New York come from.
Isn't it said that there are more black people in France?
New York has been captured too?

Lin Qingsong decided that next time he attends Paris Fashion Week, he definitely won't take a taxi by himself!
Either let the hotel arrange it, or let Vivian arrange it.

If all else fails, I'll wait until I get my driver's license converted to an international driver's license and then rent a car to travel by myself.

The already noisy old black man became even noisier after becoming a driver!
He's comparable to the talkative Tang Sanzang in Stephen Chow's A Chinese Odyssey.

We arrived at the hotel.

Lin Qingsong brought the box containing a large blue-and-white porcelain plate from the mid-Qing Dynasty export market, along with a cardboard tube containing a silk hanging scroll depicting flowers and birds, to the room.

It's almost 11 a.m. now.

None of the three women woke up; it seems they were truly exhausted yesterday.

Lin Qingsong did not disturb them.

After moving everything to the office area in the room, I carefully opened the cardboard tube.

He then went to the bathroom next door to wash his hands, and then picked up a dry towel to carefully dry them, making sure there was no moisture left.

Only then did they take out the Qing Dynasty anonymous silk hanging scroll of flowers and birds, which the designer had deemed a worthless copy.

Looking at the painting on the silk in front of me.

Even a layman like Lin Qingsong could easily appreciate the exquisite beauty of this painting.

After all, no matter how little Chinese people understand traditional Chinese painting, they can easily feel the profound meaning of the artwork just by looking at it.

After placing the painting on his desk, Lin Qingsong took out the Hasselblad camera that Vivian had given him from his luggage.

After taking a picture of it, I opened the box and took out the large blue-and-white porcelain plate.

This time he wasn't as careful.

After all, porcelain is different from paintings.

It is still very sturdy.

There is no notch on the front.

Lin Qingsong flipped it over again and discovered a clear notch on the back.

However, as described by the system, it does not affect the integrity of the image.

Needless to say, Lin Qingsong took another picture of it.

Just as he was about to take out his computer to export the photos and send them to Qi Fei.

He glanced at the open box next to him, which was piled with a bunch of messy things.

Although Lin Qingsong doesn't recognize most of them.

However, based on the system's urinary characteristics.

There might be something more valuable here than that large blue-and-white porcelain plate from the mid-Qing dynasty, which was exported to other countries.

Ah!
Whether you're herding one sheep or a flock of sheep, it's all the same!
Take pictures of these and show them to Qi Fei.

Lin Qingsong laid out the contents of the box and then took pictures of each item with his camera.

After all the photos were taken, he took out his computer, exported them, and sent them all to Qi Fei at once.

Fortunately, the hotel's Wi-Fi provided domestic internet access.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't be able to contact people back home.

"Second Uncle, after I landed in New York, I saw some people selling these things outside. Do you think I managed to snag a bargain?"

After editing the message, Lin Qingsong clicked "send".

Satisfied, he put down his phone and began tidying up the pile of things in front of him.

It's a little past 11 a.m. New York time, which is a little past 11 p.m. China time.

At this moment, Qi Fei was leisurely drinking health tea while playing the classic post-80s game Legend on his computer.

The phone rang repeatedly.

He couldn't help but mutter curiously, "Who ordered this?"

Qi Fei put down the mouse, frowned, and picked up his phone.

Upon seeing that it was Lin Qingsong, he subconsciously muttered, "Damn, did this kid get another lucky break?"

When he opened WeChat.

Looking at the large number of pictures sent by Lin Qingsong, Qi Fei fell silent.

Is this a bargain?
This is a robbery!

Because the messages are refreshed too quickly.

He only had time to read Lin Qingsong's message that he had once again snagged a bargain.

Immediately afterwards, I was bombarded with images and messages.

Qi Fei blankly clicked on a picture.

"What the hell???"

"A large blue-and-white porcelain plate??"

"Oh, there's a gap."

"wrong."

"It doesn't affect the integrity of the image; just have someone fix it."

Swipe to reveal an unfamiliar European antique.

jump over.

I swiped again, but I still didn't recognize it.

jump over.

After looking at three unfamiliar foreign antiques, Qi Fei's brows finally relaxed.

That's how it should be.

He was banging away, thinking they were all antiques like large blue-and-white porcelain plates.

Slide down again to see a Qing Dynasty silk hanging scroll depicting flowers and birds.

jump over,

再滑
and many more! ! !

A hanging scroll depicting flowers and birds on silk?
Qi Fei was stunned; he blankly swiped the image back.

real or fake? ? ?

Is this real or fake?
Keep zooming in on the image, zooming in and zooming in some more.

Fortunately, the Hasselblad camera takes exceptionally clear photos, and even with WeChat compressing the image quality, Qi Fei was still able to enlarge the photos several times over.

Observed for a long time.

Qi Fei picked up the cup beside him and strategically took a sip of water.

"It should be genuine, right? Although it's unsigned, the details and the style of the painting definitely make it a Qing Dynasty flower-and-bird silk painting with colors."

After taking several sips of water, he shook his head helplessly.

What am I thinking!
This is something Lin Qingsong found by chance!
How could it be fake?

After composing himself, he asked curiously, "Old Lin, how much did you spend on all of this?"

Although he didn't know much about those European antiques, the porcelain blue and white porcelain and the silk painting alone would cost 300,000 yuan.

(End of this chapter)