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Chapter 216 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show [5K Chapter]

"Distinguished guest."

"This is our club's library."

After speaking to Lin Qingsong, the waiter in a tuxedo respectfully asked, "Is there anything else you require, esteemed guest?"

Looking at the two-story library in front of him, which didn't seem particularly large but was quite exquisite, Lin Qingsong nodded in satisfaction.

"No need to trouble yourself, I'll just look around on my own." Upon hearing this, the waiter politely agreed without saying anything and walked back.

After entering, Lin Qingsong looked at the books on the bookshelf and found that there were hardly any modern books.

Most of them are large volumes from the 18th and 19th centuries.

He followed the labels, walked to the second floor where the novels were listed, and pulled out a 19th-century Dickens hardcover novel from a corner.

After easily opening the spine compartment, a perfectly preserved autographed photograph appeared before Lin Qingsong's eyes.

Although it is somewhat yellowed, the writing is clear and the piece is generally intact. It is obvious that the previous owner rarely took it out.

Although I don't know why he put the photo here, it's his photo now!
Looking at the baseball star's radiant smile in the photo, he began to ponder how to reach out to Vogue editor-in-chief Wintour.

Going there so rashly is definitely not a good idea.

After placing the photo close to his body, Lin Qingsong casually flipped through the books in front of him for a while.

Ok.

Although they are all printed books, if you were to sell them, each one could fetch several thousand dollars.

This club is quite wealthy.

I want to build a private library like this someday.

Do not!
Two of them.

One is for modern books.

One is for storing ancient books!

Back in the banquet hall, Lin Qingsong curiously picked up his wine glass and approached Vivian, who had already finished socializing with others.

Who was that just now?

“A fabric merchant.” Vivian looked at the bald man who had already left with a hint of pity in her voice. “Well, he was probably a fabric merchant who was about to go bankrupt.”

"What?" Lin Qingsong asked, somewhat puzzled. "What do you mean? And why did he contact you?"

“He landed a big order and stockpiled a lot of silk fabric, but the client defaulted.” Vivian shrugged. “He’s at this party now to find someone to sell these fabrics, but he’s obviously picked the wrong person. I’m not responsible for these things.”

"Alright, let's not talk about that anymore." She changed the subject, smiling, and said, "How was the taste of that American superstar just now?"

"Ahem, I mainly wanted to prove something to Chinese men. You know Vivian, your Western society has so many misunderstandings about us Chinese men!" Lin Qingsong held his wine glass and looked at Vivian with a serious expression.

If someone didn't know the situation, they might think he had done something big.

Vivian teased, "Darling, you're not planning to keep using this method to prove yourself, are you?"

“That’s definitely not it.” As Lin Qingsong spoke, he raised his glass and clinked it against Vivian’s. “I will only prove things to people who are worth proving, like you.”

"Haha, Lin, that's what I like about you." Vivian bumped hands with him.

"Vivian, will Valentino invite Wintour to their show?" Lin Qingsong asked curiously.

“Of course.” Vivian looked at him curiously and said, “What? You don’t want more, do you?”

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Qingsong interrupted her.

“Honey, I have principles!” Lin Qingsong said helplessly, “That New York fashion queen is so old, I have no interest in her.”

"Hahaha," Vivian laughed, "Lin, you're so cute! I meant you want to get to know her? I didn't say anything else!"

"Of course I want to get to know her, after all, she's known as the unofficial mayor of New York City and the queen of the fashion world." Lin Qingsong shrugged: "As a newly minted modeling agency owner, it would be good for me to pay my respects."

“That’s true.” After Vivian finished speaking, she frowned and thought for a moment before saying, “However, I’m not very familiar with Wintour. She’s only attending the show because of the brand, so I’m afraid I can’t introduce you to her.”

"It's nothing." Lin Qingsong didn't care too much. Anyway, he had the item in hand, and he could build connections anytime. Even if it didn't work out this time, there would be other opportunities later.

“But Susan and she have a pretty good relationship.” Just then, Vivian suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, “If she’s free these days, I can introduce you to her.”

Susan?

Lin Qingsong asked curiously, "Who is she?"

“My friend, the artistic director of Chanel Haute Couture.” Vivian chuckled. “You’ve probably heard of the movie ‘The Devil Wears Prada,’ right? Her real-life counterpart is Wintour. You can tell from that name that she had a good relationship with Prada, but actually, Chanel also had a good relationship with her, just like Prada.”

The Queen in Prada.

This movie can be considered a classic fashion workplace film.

When Lin Qingsong first joined the company, he actually dug out this movie and watched it.

But after starting work, I realized that there might be differences between industries.

In short, his job was incredibly easy, unlike what's depicted in movies where he's constantly busy and bossed around.

However, after working for a while longer, he realized that the movie was quite realistic.

Those celebrity assistants are indeed bossed around like madmen.

but
Susan?

Lin Qingsong always felt that the name sounded familiar.

Artistic Director of Chanel Haute Couture?

Artistic Director
hiss!
Lin Qingsong remembered that he first heard the name from the British model Lautz at the company.

At that time, she was always proud, but in order to have the opportunity to walk in haute couture, she was willing to please herself and Vivian.

This was later confirmed in intelligence reports.

He also heard from Lauerz that Vivian and this Susan were a couple.

After Vivian finished speaking, Lin Qingsong asked curiously, "Didn't she come to New York Fashion Week?"

“No.” Vivian shook her head. “After attending Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week in July, she traveled all over the world looking for inspiration. The last time I contacted her, she was on the East African savanna.”

As they were talking, several slender supermodels came over to greet Vivian, while also looking at Lin Qingsong with curious eyes.

After Vivian introduced Lin Qingsong's identity, the supermodels all gave him friendly smiles.

unfortunately
None of these supermodels fit Lin Qingsong's aesthetic preferences.

It's either black, ugly, or flat.

Therefore, he behaved like a particularly upright gentleman, not even wanting to touch his cup with theirs, but merely raising it slightly in a gesture of respect.

"Haha." Vivian, who had noticed this scene, couldn't help but laugh after the model left and said, "Lin, your performance just now was like that of a saint. Did that Black Widow drain you dry?"

"Is it possible?" Lin Qingsong took a sip of his drink. "They all look too much like supermodels. They might match the runway clothes well, but I still can't quite appreciate them."

“Okay, I forgot you like the Victoria’s Secret Angels type.” Vivian suddenly leaned close to Lin Qingsong’s ear and said, “Lin, I have good news for you. Victoria’s Secret will be restarting its fashion show in 2024.”

After saying that, she said mischievously, "You absolutely have to come then!"

"Restart? Really?" Lin Qingsong was genuinely curious at this moment: "They just said this year that there was a possibility of restarting, but wasn't it still uncertain?"

He likes the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, which has been pushed to the forefront of public attention in recent years due to the diversification of aesthetics in Europe and America and the rise of feminist topics.

When the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show finally came to a close in 2018, it was announced that the 2019 show would be canceled. Since then, the annual Victoria's Secret Fashion Show has never been restarted.

This can be considered one of Lin Qingsong's regrets.

It wasn't until this year that he heard Victoria's Secret was preparing to restart the fashion show, but this news has never been confirmed.

Unexpectedly, Vivian told him in such a confident tone that Victoria's Secret would restart the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in 2024.

Although there are still two years left, at least there's something to look forward to.

“Of course it’s true.” Lisa, who had just finished socializing with someone, happened to walk over and overheard the two’s conversation. She couldn’t help but chuckle and said, “Although the wave of women’s issues has been quite strong in recent years, it has calmed down a lot compared to a few years ago. Victoria’s Secret has already notified some of the models.”

She is a Brazilian designer, and a large portion of the models in Victoria's Secret are from Brazil.

Therefore, it's not surprising that I heard this news.

"What? Lin, you really like Victoria's Secret? I'll get you front-row tickets, and I can even take you backstage." Lisa raised an eyebrow at Lin Qingsong.

This might be a little difficult for others.

But it was too easy for her.

You don't even need to contact Victoria's Secret; you can get them directly through those Brazilian models.

Hearing Lisa's words, Lin Qingsong really wanted to say that he could get his hands on it too.

But he doesn't actually have that ability yet.

Even if you spend two or three hundred thousand yuan to buy tickets from scalpers, the seats you get will never be as good as the ones Lisa gave you.

Therefore, he sincerely expressed that he really needed it!
Hey.

Sometimes, being a kept man really does taste good. The system can't provide tickets to Victoria's Secret.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Lisa said to Lin Qingsong with a helpless expression, "Lin, I probably won't be able to come to your place tonight. One of the models was locked up because he was drunk, and I have to go back and urgently replace him later."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but silently mourn for her for a few seconds.

have to say.

The modeling industry sometimes has far more unexpected situations than the entertainment industry.

After all, most modeling events are broadcast live, unlike actors and singers who can record them.

And there are a lot of models in a single show.

There are many people.

All sorts of things started happening.

Lisa is in a better position; she still has a few days to recover.

Every year at Paris Fashion Week, several models are late because they are unfamiliar with the local routes.

There were even instances where she was stuck in traffic until the show had already started.

At this point, the model's career is ruined, but the brand also has a headache and can only find someone to fill in temporarily, or simplify the process as much as possible.

What appears to be a well-organized fashion show to outsiders is actually a chaotic scene backstage, like a battlefield.

Many people left early, just like Lisa. To be precise, many people chose to attend the dinner early because there was a big show tomorrow.

Lin Qingsong and the others did not stay for long, as Vivian and Eva both had things to do the next day.

Although Qin Lan and Tian Xiwei chatted with some people at the banquet, they didn't gain anything overall.

However, if I had to name a few gains, there were some.

A designer from an emerging brand felt that Tian Xiwei was perfect for walking the runway in Tokyo, but by the time the designer left, the two hadn't even exchanged contact information.

"Hey, Lao Lin, I feel like I missed a huge opportunity!" Tian Xiwei's face was full of distress. She was so excited during the conversation that she forgot to exchange contact information.

"Anyway, you know the brand name." Lin Qingsong was quite calm, smiling and comforting him, "Tokyo Fashion Week isn't until March or April next year, you have plenty of time to keep looking for them."

"Sigh, that's all we can do." Tian Xiwei said with a bitter face, but then she said happily, "Old Lin, I just posted another update. Although it didn't trend on Weibo this time, it got a lot of likes and comments!"

"Hehe." She put her arm around Qin Lan's shoulder and said, "Sister Lan, we still have to take a picture together. You have so many fans."

While taking photos with people in the fashion industry is prestigious, if you want to get more attention on Weibo, you need to take photos with mainland celebrities like Qin Lan.

Today, her social media post was a photo of her and Qin Lan at the banquet.

"I've had the company buy a trending topic," Qin Lan said with a smile, looking at Tian Xiwei beside her. "It should be at the bottom of the trending list tonight."

She also thought the gala was very high-class and was willing to have a good reputation for mentoring younger generations.

Therefore, I just discussed it with the company and decided to allocate one of this month's hot search quotas.

She hasn't been very active in mainland China lately because of her endorsement deals, so it's good that she's doing some marketing now.

Most celebrities who want to maintain their popularity either have good film and television works, participate in variety shows, or at the very least, occasionally buy some trending topics to market themselves and enhance their image.

Hers is already considered good.

It's at least a high-class, legitimate fashion event, making it easy to market.

Qin Lan genuinely felt that many of her juniors' marketing efforts were simply out of touch with reality.

They even buy trending topics for eating something, and they even buy trending topics for shopping.

Hey.

Doesn't this completely lower the value of the trending topics list?

Upon hearing Qin Lan's words, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Sister Lan, really? I'm trending on social media???"

Although she didn't have the money to buy trending searches, the production team of that previous drama did.

I wasn't too surprised by this.

That's how this circle works; if you don't buy, you can't get ahead.

There aren't that many people with nothing better to do than scroll through Weibo all the time; they're not professional data engineers.

"Of course it's true," Qin Lan said with a smile. "It will probably be in about half an hour."

call!
Tian Xiwei looked at her phone excitedly, "Sister Lan, thank you so much!"

She never imagined that she would be trending on social media after leaving the film crew.

It's important to know that the trending topics Qin Lan mentioned weren't those on the category charts, but rather those on the overall trending list.

This will definitely bring her a huge influx of traffic!

Back at the hotel, Qin Lan naturally followed the others into the room.

However, after learning that Vivian and Eva were going back to rest early, she took Tian Xiwei back to her room to take a shower.

"Old Lin, come over later!"

Before leaving, Tian Xiwei said goodbye to Lin Qingsong and then to Vivian and Eva, "Vivian, Eva, let's go back and rest now!"

Around 11 a.m.

Lin Qingsong told Vivian and Eva to rest in the room, while he rushed off to room 1406.

Just then, he unexpectedly saw a tall, beautiful woman in an evening gown opening the door to room 1405 next door.

However, he glanced at it and didn't put it on his person.

He had just gotten into the mood in the room when he told Vivian and Eva to rest.

I don't have time to waste on other women right now.

The right thing to do is to hurry up and find Qin Lan and Tian Xiwei.

However, the woman gave Lin Qingsong a curious look.

"Huh? Isn't this the man who came to China with Vivian and Lisa at the banquet? He's staying here too?"

As an editor for the American edition of Vogue, she also attended the dinner party at Club 54 tonight, but due to time constraints, she didn't get a chance to chat with Vivian.

When they had some free time, they searched around but couldn't find Vivian, so they gave up.

Once inside, she stopped thinking about Lin Qingsong.

Even if this Chinese man is quite handsome, it has nothing to do with her.

Tomorrow she has a ton of shows to watch and a ton of articles to write.

Think of this.

She quickly took the voice recorder out of her bag to charge it.

We can't lose this.

It's the most important thing to watch at the fashion show tomorrow!
Lin Qingsong didn't recognize the editor next door. When he came in, he saw Tian Xiwei excitedly holding up her phone.

"Old Lin, I'm trending on social media."

"Haha, Sister Lan got me trending on social media!"

He glanced at it and noticed that the trending topic was around the top forty on the list. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "Didn't your agency ask you what's going on?"

"Hehe." Tian Xiwei clung to Lin Qingsong and said cheerfully, "My boss called me. You have no idea how surprised he was."

Looking at Qin Lan, who was drying her hair, Lin Qingsong carried Tian Xiwei over and said, "Sister Lan, do you want me to help you dry your hair?"

"You'll blow it for me?" Qin Lan lowered her gaze: "Never mind, I'll blow it myself."

Tsk tsk.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but sigh.

Sister Lan is Sister Lan.

Knowing more is knowing more.

Tian Xiwei, still a little dazed, said, "Sister Lan, how about I blow it for you?"

Patting Tian Xiwei, who was hanging on his body, Lin Qingsong said helplessly, "Fine, you blow on it for me."

Looking up at his hair, which wasn't particularly wet, Tian Xiwei hadn't quite caught on yet: "Old Lin, your hair isn't wet either."

"Haha, it'll get wet soon."

"Old Lin, are you and I using puns?"

It's getting late.

Lin Qingsong didn't linger for long. He pulled over a chair and sat down, admiring Qin Lan as she dried her hair.

(End of this chapter)