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Chapter 224 Even a Little-Known Celebrity Has Their Advantages [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

early morning.

It's past six o'clock.

After waking up from his sleep, Lin Qingsong felt exceptionally comfortable.

Although the sleep aura can make two hours feel like a whole night, it's still nice to get a little more sleep.

I went to bed early last night, which was unusual for me, and it felt pretty good.

He subconsciously picked up his phone from the bedside table to check the time, but the next second he was completely stunned.

???

I rub.

what's the situation? ? ?
Was there a world war?
Looking at the series of missed calls and text messages displayed on his phone, Lin Qingsong clicked on one of them in confusion and then understood what was going on.

He replied to those who congratulated him while getting up and washing up.

Just after he finished replying to most of the questions, he was about to put on his headphones and go downstairs to exercise.

Then I saw that Qi Nan had sent me a voice message invitation.

As he pushed the door open to leave, he casually tapped the call button.

"Seventh Brother, what's wrong?"

Hearing Lin Qingsong's calm voice, Qi Nan, disregarding the overheated phone, said with barely suppressed excitement:

"Old Lin, the company has taken off completely!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, my phone hasn't stopped ringing for the past few hours!"

"Many magazines want to hire our company's models!"

"Even some celebrities have contacted me!"

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My decision to invite Lin Qingsong to become a shareholder of the company, and even to make him the major shareholder some time ago, was absolutely the right one!

If this had happened before, so many people wouldn't have contacted me.

Hearing Qi Nan's excited tone, Lin Qingsong remained quite calm.

The strong reaction from the mainland fashion industry was somewhat unexpected, but he had actually anticipated it.

After all, this can be seen from the reactions of Tian Xiwei and Zhang Ruonan.

Being featured in the American edition of Vogue is an honor not only for models but also for celebrities, something they can certainly use for extensive publicity.

"Seventh Brother, don't get too excited. You may have already heard about it, but I'll give you a brief overview so you're aware of the situation." After briefly recounting yesterday's events, Lin Qingsong continued:

"As for celebrities, I think we can keep in touch for now. As for models from other companies, send me some suitable ones. After all, the modeling industry in Shanghai is only so big, and there's no need to strain our relationships. This will also allow Emily to make some selections."

"As for magazines, anything below the second tier is out of the question. As for the first and second tiers, Seventh Brother, you can choose whatever you like, as long as the models' schedules don't conflict."

Lin Qingsong considered it a good thing that modeling agencies wanted him to recommend models.

On the one hand, he would definitely choose the best of the best. Those companies would send over models, but whether or not Emily would see them was up to her.

In short, since he is willing to accept the model cards from these companies, they must reciprocate.

We're all in the same industry, and who knows, someone might have the resources you need. Having some connections makes it easier to reach out to them later.

In short.

This is also a good opportunity for Shining International to gain exposure in front of modeling agencies in mainland China.

He wanted to be the leader of the martial arts world, and the top dog in the industry.

Having profound inner strength is one aspect.

Having enough followers cheering you on is also an advantage.

The fashion industry is a place where no monopolistic companies are destined to emerge. After all, there are so many people who want to be models, and who knows when a supermodel will appear.

Besides this, another aspect is that I can recommend enough excellent models for VOGUE to choose from.

He also wants to establish a long-term partnership with Vogue.

This time, it was Wintour who spoke up, saying she could recommend models, and even if the ones she recommended were all unattractive, they would still likely be selected.

However, in that case, the collaboration will definitely be a one-time thing, and even if the personal relationship is very good afterward, it will be difficult to get published in a magazine.

But if the models recommended this time are all great, wouldn't that be equivalent to laying a good foundation for future collaborations?

With Lin Qingsong's words, Qi Nan felt more confident.

Otherwise, she really wouldn't know how to reply to those people.

hang up the phone.

Lin Qingsong then continued to work out at the gym downstairs.

however.

He exercised for about an hour and was approached by people four or five times.

All I can say is that the events of last night had an impact that was somewhat beyond Lin Qingsong's expectations.

However, to his satisfaction, this time all the people who approached him were girls.

"Haha, Lin, how are you feeling?" Emily, who was standing next to him, said with a smile, "Can you feel the goodwill that the fashion industry is showing you?"

"I only felt a blow," Lin Qingsong said to her, using a Chinese pun.

I don't know what Emily learned at the Confucius Institute, but she actually understood it. I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh, saying, "They're all seafood, so there's no difference, right?"

"Emily, so this is what you're like!" Lin Qingsong raised an eyebrow. "Looks like I need to change my opinion of you a little."

"Oh?" Emily tossed her hair and said with a smile, "How do I change?"

"Let's talk about it when you treat me to dinner." Lin Qingsong unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and tilted his head back to drink.

The sunlight shining on him made his prominent Adam's apple, which moved up and down, stand out clearly.

Emily watched as a drop of sweat slid down Lin Qingsong's chin, along his skin, to his Adam's apple, then slowly down his muscular chest, and finally soaked into his clothes.

"Glug~~~"

She swallowed hard, and before she could react, she heard Lin Qingsong say with a laugh, "What are you looking at?"

Emily wasn't shy at all. Instead, she stretched out her slender finger and tapped Lin Qingsong's chest muscle, saying, "It's nothing. I'll see how you change on the day we eat."

Because Emily had to rush to a fashion show, and there were quite a few people around, the two didn't linger at the gym for too long.

After saying goodbye, Lin Qingsong went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, he opened the eBay trading platform that he had just downloaded yesterday.

His collection of room key cards is really missing a truly significant piece.

This gilded key card from the Waldorf Astoria Hotel in the 1930s would be quite suitable.

Although you can make 60,000 yuan just by reselling it.

But given his current net worth, he can still be a little capricious and keep it for himself instead of selling it.

Around 8:00, the gold-plated card was finally displayed.

Lin Qingsong didn't waste a single second.

Ordering and payment can be completed in one go!
After he finished shopping, he went upstairs to shower and found that Tian Xiwei and Zhang Ruonan had also woken up. He said, "You two and Eva can go to the show by yourselves today. I have an appointment to talk to someone about something."

He had already inquired with Lisa about the designer, Eileen, who was responsible for rendering the women's clothing, and received definite information.

This requires two million US dollars worth of silk, which translates to approximately 100 to 150 tons. The exact amount will depend on a range of factors, including the type of silk and the processing techniques used.

Therefore, he plans to meet with the fabric merchant who is on the verge of bankruptcy today to have a talk.

Of course.

While we're at it, we should also visit the TimeWrinkles vintage clothing store, the flea market under the Manhattan Bridge, the Central Park Charity Store, and the adjacent TuShen secondhand bookstore.

I acquired Schiaparelli's 1938 surrealist coat, a handwritten letter from the founder of Vanchi hidden in the lining of an old leather trunk, the original Hopper-style street scene, and a signed copy of Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood."

If we have time, let's go together to the back alley of Jinmen Supermarket in Chinatown and have a bowl of Lao Guan pork bone congee.

There's still a lot to do.

Fortunately, he had already exchanged his driver's license for an international driver's license and had rented a car.

This makes things much more convenient.

"Brother Lin, when will you be back?" Zhang Ruonan looked at Lin Qingsong with a face full of reluctance.

Tian Xiwei lay sprawled on the bed and said lazily, "Old Lin, why don't Old Zhang and I rest at the hotel today? We've been quite tired every day. A rest will be perfect so we can go see Vivian's big show tomorrow!"

"I estimate they won't be back until the afternoon." Lin Qingsong first looked at Zhang Ruonan, then said to Tian Xiwei beside him, "You two discuss it yourselves. It's fine if you don't go to the show and stay at the hotel."

After he finished speaking, he waited for the two to nod in agreement, then left with his phone in one hand and his keys in the other.

At this moment, Tian Xiwei and Zhang Ruonan started gossiping about their own little things.

"Old Tian," Zhang Ruonan said, looking at Tian Xiwei with her phone in hand, "Sister Hua also contacted me."

Because Tian Xiwei called Zhang Ruonan "Old Zhang" first last night, she was not to be outdone and called Tian Xiwei "Old Tian" in return.

However, their relationship actually improved.

Upon hearing Zhang Ruonan's words, Tian Xiwei put down her phone and asked, "Sister Hua? Which Sister Hua?"

After they woke up, they kept receiving messages from friends in the industry asking about what happened last night.

Tian Xiwei is doing a little better.

She had only been in the industry for a short time, and her company wasn't very supportive, so she hadn't participated in many variety shows.

She's relatively unknown in the industry; few people seek her out, and those who do are mostly obscure, unknown figures.

Yeah. Even less popular than her.

Zhang Ruonan, however, is different.

She debuted early and her company was very supportive, allowing her to participate in many variety shows.

As a result, I don't know many big names, but I have made quite a few friends in the industry.

And this Sister Hua is one of them.

“It’s Zhong Chuxi, the 'Queen of the Hill',” Zhang Ruonan said, showing Tian Xiwei her phone screen. “We just finished filming the variety show ‘Let’s Go Camping’ a few months ago.”

"Let me see." After glancing at it, Tian Xiwei said with a smile, "She also invited you back for dinner. It seems you'll be inundated with dinner invitations after you get back!"

She remembered it too.

This person is considered her senior.

She was admitted to the Shanghai Academy of Drama in 16, while this senior was admitted in 10.

The reason she's called "Overlord Flower" seems to be because she acted too domineeringly when she participated in Running Man in 18.

The competition between this senior student and Baby on the show was extremely fierce, with no hint of restraint, earning her the nickname "Overlord Flower".

"Sigh." Zhang Ruonan slumped on the bed, looking utterly helpless. "They all overestimate me. How could I possibly influence Brother Lin!"

These people never invited her to dinner earlier or later, but only today.

Even a child could guess what he was thinking.

All he wants is for me to introduce him to Brother Lin!
But she truly had the will but not the strength!

After spending the past few days together, she had figured out Lin Qingsong's style of doing things.

That is to do things my own way.

They are not influenced by outsiders at all.

of course.

She was also worried that her frequent introductions of others to Lin Qingsong might affect Lin Qingsong's opinion of her.

"Hehe, I don't have that problem." Tian Xiwei lay down next to her with a grin and said smugly, "Being a nobody has its advantages too."

However, she quickly rolled over onto her stomach on the bed and said to Zhang Ruonan, "But I think if you introduce a beautiful woman to Lao Lin, he shouldn't be offended."

"Sigh, we'll see when the time comes." Zhang Ruonan rolled over and tossed her phone aside, saying helplessly, "How about I compile all these people's information and let Brother Lin choose for himself?"

"Wow, Lao Zhang, you've got some skills!" Tian Xiwei exclaimed with surprise, "You even came up with that?"

"..." Zhang Ruonan said speechlessly, "What are you thinking? I was just joking, how could it really be like that!"

"No, no, no!" Tian Xiwei sat cross-legged and nodded vigorously. "Why can't we do it this way? Isn't it fine?"

"Really?"

"Really! Anyway, I don't have anything to do today, so I'll just rest at the hotel and tidy up a bit!"

Lin Qingsong had no idea that the two women in the hotel were both trying to get him to choose them.

He had now arrived at the basement of the Manhattan Bridge.

After parking the car a short distance away, I looked at the ground and even the walls covered in graffiti.

He promptly got back into the car and called Pete to ask him to recommend a security company.

Although the internet says this place is safe.

However, the amount of black people in it is indeed a bit too high.
The gentleman does not stand under the wall.

Who knows if these big black guys might suddenly start arson and then begin fighting each other?

After contacting the security company, Lin Qingsong made an appointment before heading to the Time Wrinkles vintage clothing store.

Having scouted the location beforehand, he parked the car with practiced ease before pushing open the door and getting in.

I gave the boss a casual greeting.

Lin Qingsong spotted the Schiaparelli jacket at a glance.

No doubt about it, inquire now and take it all!

He also bought another Schiaparelli vest as a gift for Han Mengxue.

During this period, I'll need to buy all sorts of gifts.

Needless to say, we'll definitely buy things for my parents and grandma.

Seventh Brother, Old Yang, Xiaoyu, Xiaoxue, Paomiantou, Qin Lv, Sister Jia, Sister Yu.
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

This doesn't even include the crew-cut Eva and Elena.
Seventh Brother is easy to deal with; just get him some good wine.

Old Yang's gift will be ready soon, and as for Xiao Yu and Xiao Xue, two bracelets each will suffice.

The ramen noodle hair gift is also ready.

Sister Qin Lujia and Sister Yu need to think this over carefully.

Forget it.

We'll see when the time comes; there's still some time.

After putting his things in the trunk of his car, Lin Qingsong drove to Central Park.

After getting off the bus, I found the secondhand bookstore called Tu Shen by following the highlighted area in the system.

Stand in front of the third section of the novel section and open the cardboard box underneath.

After searching for a while.

I easily found the signed copy of Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Wood".

Looking at the Japanese text on the cover.

Lin Qingsong curled his lip: "Wow, it's the original version."

After paying, he didn't linger; instead, he picked up the books and strolled to the nearby charity shop.

Following the welcoming sounds, I walked all the way to the pile of oil paintings.

Listening to the salesperson's incessant introduction, Lin Qingsong glanced around and discovered that next to the oil painting highlighted by the system, there was actually another painting with similar brushstrokes.

Although he didn't know how to appraise oil paintings, nor did he know what style this guy named Hopper was.

But he understands systems!
This oil painting might also be the work of this guy, Hopper.

After asking the salesperson, I found that the two paintings were priced similarly.

Then there's nothing more to say.

I'll take both paintings!
If this painting is real, then I'll make a fortune!

While the sales clerk was preparing to pack the paintings, Lin Qingsong took out his phone and took pictures of both paintings, sending them to Si Ruoxuan.

"Mr. Si, do you recognize these two paintings?"

After sending the message, he noticed that Si Ruoxuan did not reply immediately, but he was not in a hurry.

After swiping his card, he took the oil painting and the novel and walked towards the car.

They turned around and drove back to the underpass of the Manhattan Bridge.

Once he arrived at the parking lot, he dialed the phone number provided by the security company.

Soon a muscular man with a buzz cut walked over from nearby.

"Boss!"

Upon seeing Lin Qingsong, the muscular man walked over and said expressionlessly, "From now on, your safety is my responsibility."

"Okay." Lin Qingsong nodded, then continued, "You don't need to follow too closely later, just watch from a distance. If any conflict occurs, then you can go up."

he knows.

If you bring bodyguards to a place like this, you're guaranteed to get ripped off.

But you can't do without bodyguards.

It's not that he's sensitive.

He simply didn't want to gamble his life on other people's intentions.

It's much better to have the bodyguard hanging far behind you.

If any conflict occurs, this person can arrive quickly.

And if no conflict occurs, that's even better.

This is similar to the distinction between nuclear-armed and non-nuclear-armed countries in the international community.

You don't have to.

But it can’t be without!
The person didn't ask too many questions and simply nodded to indicate that they understood.

After glancing at the time on his wrist, Lin Qingsong didn't chat with him any longer and headed straight for the flea market ahead.

Although there are many people with very dark skin, there are also quite a few with other skin types.

The man selling the used suitcases was a middle-aged white man in his fifties with long hair.

Looking at the various messy things on his stall, Lin Qingsong guessed that the old leather suitcase must have been picked up by him.

After all, the white man's hair was greasy, and although his clothes weren't exactly torn, they still looked tattered.

As usual, Lin Qingsong casually pointed to an alarm clock and asked, "How much does this cost?"

The white man looked up at Lin Qingsong and said in a nonchalant tone, "One hundred US dollars."

(End of this chapter)