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Chapter 213: I Can't Understand a Single Word [5K Long Chapter]

Shanghai Stock Exchange.

After seeing the words "fifty US dollars" sent by Lin Qingsong, Qi Fei was inexplicably not shocked at all.

I was even a little confused as to why it cost another fifty dollars this time.

What's wrong with my little brother? Has his luck turned sour? He actually spent fifty dollars to snag these things.

Despite his thoughts, he quickly sent a cool emoji and then said he would have those European antiques appraised as soon as possible.

After finishing his conversation with Qi Fei, before Lin Qingsong had even finished packing everything back into his suitcase, Vivian on the bed had already slowly woken up.

"Lin, what's this??"

Upon hearing the sound, Vivian got out of bed and walked over. Looking at what was in front of her, she was completely dumbfounded.

"When I went out for a run, I came across some people selling things," Lin Qingsong said, pointing to the porcelain blue and white flowers next to him. "I thought these were very nice, so I spent money to buy them all."

"What?" Vivian was still half asleep when she heard this and couldn't help but say, "Lin, you haven't been scammed, have you? There are no antique sellers here."

“No, not really.” Lin Qingsong shrugged. “I spent a total of fifty US dollars, but my friend said this porcelain piece is worth tens of thousands of RMB, and another painting is worth hundreds of thousands.”

"What!" Vivian was completely stunned: "Lin, you're not kidding, are you? You bought something for fifty dollars and it can be sold for hundreds of thousands?"

She could be considered someone who was involved in the antiques circle.

Although it's only within the European antiques circle.

But I've heard plenty of stories like this about finding a bargain.

But for her to witness such a thing happen right before her eyes, and even have the bargain she found lying there so obediently, was enough to have a huge impact on her.

"Of course I'm not joking." Lin Qingsong said, pointing to the blue and white porcelain piece. "This is a piece of porcelain from the Qing Dynasty. Although there is a small chip on it, it does not affect the image at all."

As he spoke, he pulled out a photo of the silk painting he had just taken from his phone: "Vivian, this painting is absolutely flawless; it could easily sell for hundreds of thousands."

“Lin, you’ve only been in New York for less than a day and you’ve already been treated so kindly. I’m so envious!” Vivian said, glancing at the items again, and said with great emotion, “You’re so lucky. Sometimes I really suspect you’re the son of the Creator God.”

Lin Qingsong didn't linger on the topic any longer. "Vivian, do you know Club 54? I heard people in the elevator talking about it when I left. It seems a bit like the Skull and Bones Brotherhood from American TV shows."

“Club No. 54?” Vivian sat on Lin Qingsong’s lap, curiously examining the porcelain vase as she answered, “It’s not really a fraternity. It’s just a place where people in the fashion industry gather and relax. I’m a member there.”

Unlike China, the United States does not prohibit guns or tobacco. As a result, many self-proclaimed elites have set up a place for everyone to eat, drink, and have fun, so as to avoid contact with outsiders.

From its inception, this type of club has always had a high barrier to entry.

They are divided by industry, region, or wealth, and most of them are by invitation only; you can't get in without an existing member bringing you in.

Club No. 54 is one such club, primarily focused on the fashion industry.

"You're a member?" Lin Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; that solved everything.

“Lisa is also a member. Do you want to join? Club rules state that two existing members can vouch for one new member.” Vivian said casually, then added, “But even if you’re not a member, as long as an existing member is with you, you can visit the public area in front and dine in the restaurant in the back.”

"If the procedures aren't too complicated, I'd like to participate." Lin Qingsong nodded after saying that. "Let's see if I have time in New York this time. If I do, I can go and complete the formalities and do a tour at the same time."

After Vivian nodded in agreement, Lin Qingsong asked her out of curiosity what her relationship was with the editor-in-chief of American Vogue, and whether they were acquaintances.

Unfortunately, the answer was not unexpected.

The relationship between that fashion industry tycoon and Vivian was at best a nodding acquaintance.

We may not have a close relationship, but we can still exchange a few words when we meet.

To say that you need a personal relationship is utter nonsense.

But it doesn't matter. As long as I know her hobbies, I can always find some connection with her.

As Vivian went to wash up, Lin Qingsong finished packing his things, and Eva and Tian Xiwei also woke up one after another.

After everyone had finished washing up, it was lunchtime.

Fortunately, Vivian had booked the car and restaurant in advance, so the group was able to have a satisfying lunch on a busy Friday.

While eating.

Tian Xiwei received a call from her agent, who said that Tmall had called and wanted to meet her in New York.

In Lin Qingsong's view, this is actually a good thing.

After all, Tmall is a major cash cow for Alibaba. If you get along well with it, you can basically get along well with other industries in the Alibaba ecosystem.

After Tian Xiwei agreed, the group enjoyed a pleasant meal together.

in the afternoon.

Vivian then took Lin Qingsong and the others on a long tour of New York.

Tian Xiwei had a great time.

I took a lot of photos, that's enough to post on social media tonight.

That evening, Lin Qingsong didn't bother the group for too long.

Tomorrow, it's not just Eva who's going to Givenchy for a fitting and makeup session.

Vivian also wants to check on the condition of the models at this fashion week.

Tian Xiwei, on the other hand, was full of energy and in great condition.

Unfortunately, she was no match for Lin Qingsong when fighting alone.

In the end, all she could do was make threats, saying that once Qin Lan arrived, she would definitely teach Lin Qingsong a lesson.

September 8th.

On the opening day of New York Fashion Week.

Nine o'clock.

Givenchy flagship store on Madison Avenue.

Lin Qingsong and Tian Xiwei stood in the store, watching Eunice and her team continue to adjust Eva's size.

Although Eva had already taken various measurements from Eunice while in Shanghai, some time had still passed.

Even if you try to maintain your figure, there will always be some deviation.

If we don't find all the problems now, then all sorts of problems will inevitably arise when we go to Fashion Week.

"Old Lin, how long are we going to keep trying this?" Tian Xiwei looked at Eva, who was surrounded by a crowd, and felt a little bored.

"It should take two or three hours," Lin Qingsong said, glancing at his phone. "But in the afternoon, I might have time to catch a few shows."

He was also a little surprised.

I didn't think I'd get to attend the opening ceremony, but I'll be spending the whole day here with them trying on costumes, finalizing makeup, and rehearsing positioning.

Unexpectedly, Eunice confidently stated that all the procedures for today would be completed by 2 PM at the latest.

This way, although I won't be able to catch the morning show on opening day, I can still catch the afternoon show.

Vivian also helped secure invitations from many brands.

Although many of them are not big-name luxury brands, they are all emerging designers.

For Tian Xiwei, being able to attend their shows is actually better than attending big-name luxury brands.

After all, these big-name luxury brand shows are the battleground for first- and second-tier female stars.

As a relatively unknown actress, if she were to force her way into those kinds of places, it would seem like she was trying too hard to gain attention, and she would easily be overlooked.

The shows by the emerging designers were better, though.

On the one hand, there will be fewer female celebrities, and on the other hand, it can also be a way to subtly showcase one's fashion sense.

sometimes.

Being niche doesn't necessarily mean being bad; on the contrary, it can indicate good taste to some extent!

At the same time, it can make the act of piggybacking on traffic less blatant.

"Old Lin, I heard that Sister Lan is arriving soon. Shall we go to the show together?" Tian Xiwei asked curiously, thinking of the messages in the group chat.

"No need for that. She won't be attending the same show as us, so we might not see her until the evening."

"Oh, oh, oh." Upon hearing this, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but chuckle mischievously, "No wonder you were resting all night, Lao Lin. You were cultivating your mind and body to prepare to put your energy into tonight."

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Qingsong pinched her cheek speechlessly. "I'm just trying to make sure you all have enough energy to deal with today. Otherwise, judging from Eva's condition the night before last, she would definitely be yawning all the time."

However, Tian Xiwei did have some truth to it.

He was just resting and recuperating yesterday; even an iron man couldn't withstand all that constant exertion.

What's more, the older one hasn't arrived yet.

In order to get himself into the best condition, Lin Qingsong could only use these few days to recover.

"Eva, how are you feeling?" While the designer went to get the clips, Lin Qingsong walked up to Eva with a bottle of water and asked with concern. "I'm alright."

Eva took the water from Lin Qingsong and then drank it with peace of mind.

From now on, she will not drink any other person's water or water that has left her sight.

Where there are many people, there is competition.

New York Fashion Week, one of the four major fashion weeks, is also the world's first fashion week.

Its competition is particularly fierce.

Malicious competition, the theft of labor's fruits, and even poisoning can all happen.

There was a case where a model from one of the companies suddenly started having diarrhea ten minutes before the show was scheduled to begin.

She was eventually replaced, and another model took her place.

The model who suffered from diarrhea later said that she had taken a sip of water that was out of her sight at that time.

As for who specifically poisoned the food, there's simply no way to find out.

Because of the changing room, everyone changed clothes together at the back.

In this situation, it's definitely not allowed to install cameras in the backend, otherwise it would be a clear violation of human rights.

After finishing the drink, Eva let out a satisfied cry.

"Lin, coming to your company is the best decision I've ever made in my life."

She truly never imagined that one day she would walk the runway for Givenchy.

Even at the New York Fashion Week shows.

"Eva, if you're right, then make this show impressive!" Lin Qingsong didn't mince words, looking at her calmly and saying, "This is the company's first step onto the international stage. I hope you can make the most of it. If you do well, the company will reward you handsomely!"

"Don't worry, Lin!" Eva said confidently, "I've memorized almost everything. When we rehearse tomorrow, I can walk around with my eyes closed and still deliver a performance just as perfect as this one!"

As she spoke, Eunice had already taken the clips, walked back over, and started adjusting the size of Eva's clothes.

"Old Lin, being a model requires a lot of sacrifice." Tian Xiwei looked at the revealing clothes and said, "Does becoming a supermodel mean you have to treat yourself as a genderless person?"

"If you mean taking off your clothes, then you can't even consider yourself a human being; you have to consider yourself a clothes hanger!" Lin Qingsong looked at the Fenlan model in front of him, who was taking off her clothes as if no one else was around, and suddenly thought of a Dutch couple who were even more perverted.

The model had to take off all her clothes, and then they would decide what clothes to wear based on her body shape.

In this situation, even asexual people may feel shy.

Only clothes hangers aren't shy.

"Old Lin, I see someone was just eliminated. What should we do with that person's position?"

Tian Xiwei never expected that even at this point, someone would still be eliminated.

"Find a substitute model!" Lin Qingsong also saw the model and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the cruelty of the modeling industry. As long as you don't actually go on stage, you are always in danger of being eliminated. It could be at the beginning, or it could be a minute before you are about to go on stage."

"Huh?" Tian Xiwei said in disbelief, "To be eliminated just one minute before going on stage? That's terrifying."

"For the sake of a complete show, from the designer to the show director, to present a show that may not be particularly spectacular, but will definitely take a lot of effort, isn't it normal for a show to eliminate models?" Lin Qingsong shrugged.

While Tian Xiwei was taking photos, Lin Qingsong chatted with the agents of the other models in the store.

These model agents are mostly from their respective countries' mega-corporations.

Upon learning that Lin Qingsong was just a newly established modeling agency, they all expressed great curiosity.

After socializing with several people for a while, Lin Qingsong smiled and told an agent from a French agency that he would be attending Paris Fashion Week.

Hopefully, this person will be able to show some hospitality when the time comes.

The agent was a curly-haired white man who smiled broadly and said he would definitely show Lin Qingsong what a romantic French girl was all about.

There was no romantic experience to be had, but I did know Lin Qingsong, a French girl who habitually gives in.

After having a light lunch at the store, I started trying out makeup and adjusting my hair and makeup.

The overall tone of the makeup should also be finalized today.

Otherwise, it would be too late to go to the site.

This step is much simpler.

It took about two hours to get everything done. As Eunice released them, Lin Qingsong, Tian Xiwei, and Eva immediately headed to the entrance of the nearest fashion show.

Looking at the somewhat aloof appearance before her, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but say, "Old Lin, there are too few people here, aren't there?"

"That's normal. There are just too many shows today. There aren't enough audience members, let alone entertainment reporters."

Lin Qingsong previously knew a workout buddy who had worked out as a paparazzi.

That guy bluntly said that he trained to run fast so he could capture big news stories. As for small news stories, they wouldn't shoot them unless there was absolutely nothing else to shoot.

Therefore, it's understandable that this up-and-coming designer's show looked dismal from the outside.

However, it was alright once inside. There were quite a lot of people, but the quality was terrible; none of the editors-in-chief from major magazines showed up.

A reporter from Qingyise Entertainment Company.

"Tian Tian, ​​in this situation, you'll probably be able to go up and take a group photo during the curtain call."

Lin Qingsong also did not expect that this up-and-coming designer's show would be such a dismal failure.

However, this also has its advantages; although his company is small, he is still the boss.

When the time comes, taking a photo with the designer will be a piece of cake.

"Hehe." Tian Xiwei sat down with Lin Qingsong in the front row, her face full of excitement, and said, "This is my first time watching a fashion show, what should I do?"

"Shut your mouth, close your eyes, and don't doze off." Lin Qingsong had participated in Shanghai Fashion Week many times before, so he was quite experienced.

Unless you're in the fashion industry, you won't understand anything about the exhibition 80% of the time.

Not dozing off is the most important quality for a fashion show attendee.

Especially those sitting in the front row, they still have to pretend that they are watching the show attentively when necessary.

At first, Tian Xiwei was confused; how could she possibly fall asleep while watching a fashion show?

But after the designer took the stage to give a speech and express his gratitude to everyone, the fashion show officially began.

With the soothing music playing, I watched the models pass by one after another.

Tian Xiwei felt her eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

At this moment, she understood why Lin Qingsong had put "Don't doze off" last.

really.

Most people just can't appreciate this kind of aesthetic.

She thought about it and realized she still preferred watching Tokyo Fashion Week.

Her outfits perfectly match all sorts of cute girl styles.

And the outfits here.

Sometimes she thinks that if she sewed up a quilt at home, wore it, and then sneaked in to walk the runway, probably no one would notice.

At most, people would think that the outfit is a bit outdated.

After all, a few years ago at fashion week, some people were already thinking about wearing burlap sacks on their bodies.

Such impressive figures appeared at fashion weeks a few years ago.

One dares to design, the other dares to wear.

However, the audience showed no reaction whatsoever, and all thought the situation was perfectly normal.

About half an hour or so.

Models came up one after another until Tian Xiwei was almost asleep, at which point the show finally came to a complete end.

She quickly took a few photos, and then went to another show with Lin Qingsong.

The designer of this show is quite famous, so there were many more reporters outside, and the audience was also more impressive than the previous one.

There are at least some people at the deputy editor-in-chief level.

But according to Tian Xiwei, the show still made her keep dozing off.

After attending three fashion shows in a row, she realized she didn't understand fashion anymore.

What kind of weirdos are these?

"Old Lin, I don't understand any of this at all!" She looked at Lin Qingsong with a completely bewildered expression. "Do you understand it?"

(End of this chapter)