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Chapter 7 Bald Woman
"Lin Qingsong, we met at the Shanghai Business Summit before." Lin Qingsong made up a story based on the information he had just found online.

"Oh, Mr. Lin, what is this?" Shen Xingyu thought for a while and realized that she had no recollection of it, so she gave up trying to remember and asked in confusion.

“President Shen, we agreed to add each other on WeChat at the summit, but we were probably too busy and forgot. I didn’t expect to meet you here today. Let’s add each other again.” Lin Qingsong didn’t use a question, but a statement and opened his QR code in front of Shen Xingyu.

He only wanted a WeChat ID, not a phone number, and even fabricated a background of attending the same summit. He believed that someone who could build such a large company would not refuse.

Of course.

Most importantly, Lin Qingsong is confident in his appearance.

From childhood to adulthood, he has benefited greatly from his good looks.

No surprises.

Shen Xingyu hesitated for a moment, then smiled and took out her phone, saying, "Okay."

After adding the Red Bull, Lin Qingsong handed her the bottle he always carried and said with a smile, "President Shen, would you like a can?"

"Never mind, I don't really like this type of drink," Shen Xingyu politely declined.

Although Lin Qingsong has an incredibly sunny appearance, one should always be wary of others.

Lin Qingsong was not surprised. He shrugged and opened the Red Bull on his own.

He then casually glanced at the pull ring in his hand.

"Hmm? Another bottle, please?"

After reading the words on the pull tab, he gave Shen Xingyu a bright smile and said, "Mr. Shen, it seems that Red Bull has a great promotion lately. I bought two cans of Red Bull this morning. I won a third prize with one of them, and I kept the pull tab as a souvenir. I didn't expect that I would win a prize with the other can as well."

As he spoke, he pulled out the pull tab he always carried from his pocket.

Talk is cheap; to build a strong image, you must start with the smallest details.

Shen Xingyu didn't take it seriously when she heard that Lin Qingsong had won the prize, since winning a bottle of wine was quite common.

But after hearing Lin Qingsong say that he had won a third prize that morning and seeing the pull ring with his own eyes, she couldn't help but become a little interested.

A can of Red Bull and the third prize are secondary; what's truly remarkable is the extraordinary luck that not everyone possesses.

"Mr. Lin, perhaps you're just lucky." Seeing Lin Qingsong's good fortune, Shen Xingyu became more talkative. "By the way, Mr. Lin, what industry are you in?"

She then gave an apologetic smile and said, "Maybe it's because I haven't been resting well lately, so my memory isn't as good."

“I understand.” Lin Qingsong said nonchalantly, “I’m a model agent. Mr. Shen mentioned at the summit that your company is preparing to shoot a promotional video and needs some models, so we decided to add each other on WeChat.”

“Is that so?” Shen Xingyu nodded. “The company does have this plan. I will introduce you to a colleague from the marketing department later. Mr. Lin can then coordinate with my colleague.”

After hearing the answer he wanted, Lin Qingsong didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he spoke in a friendly tone, saying that he was a little tired after his leg workout and that they could chat on WeChat later. He then prepared to leave.

Once the goal is achieved, continuing the conversation would be a bit of a disturbance to others.

Shen Xingyu looked thoughtfully at Lin Qingsong's back.

If her memory serves her right, she shouldn't have seen this person at any summit.

As for why this model agent named Lin Qingsong knew about her company's shooting opportunities and how he found her, she didn't want to delve into it.

Anyway, it doesn't matter who you ask to find the models.

Why not let Lin Qingsong, who seems to have a sunny disposition and is also quite lucky, find a model agent?

Influenced by her family, she values ​​luck quite a bit.

After leaving the gym, Lin Qingsong put his mind away from the matter.

He had done everything he needed to do; all he had to do now was wait. Around 7 or 8 a.m., it was rush hour in Shanghai, and the number of pedestrians on the streets was increasing.

"Brother Lin has finished his workout!"

"Ah."

After nodding to the security guard who greeted him, Lin Qingsong quickly walked to his room.

After a quick wash, he opened the shower door, shirtless, and saw a petite girl wearing a thin Pikachu pajama set walking out of He Xue's room next door.

Before he could see clearly, the sleepy-eyed girl quickly closed the door, accompanied by a soft gasp.

Knowing that He Xue would leave for work at six in the morning, Lin Qingsong lazily went shirtless, and as a result, he forgot that He Xue's sister had come yesterday.

However, Lin Qingsong did not expect that He Yu, who was known in the intelligence to be competitive and had incurred online debt, was actually just as beautiful as her sister.

In his scoring system, He Xue scored as high as 90 points.

It's important to know that his scoring system is extremely strict; even many of the company's foreign models only manage to reach 90 points.

After giving his hair a quick blow-dry, Lin Qingsong simply put on a white T-shirt and light blue jeans.

Although the top and bottom are all basic styles, paired with sunglasses and an extra-long pendant, and a black crossbody bag on her back, her white T-shirt is tucked into her pants, revealing a black leather belt.

An extraordinary, trendy man instantly appeared in the mirror.

Lin's fashion formula.

If the upper body is a basic style, then the lower body cannot be a basic style; if the lower body is a basic style, then the upper body cannot be a basic style.

If both the top and bottom are basic styles, then the accessories cannot be basic styles; if the inner layer is a basic style, then the outer garment cannot be a basic style.

If the outer layer is a basic style, then the inner layer cannot be a basic style.

Of course, the most, most, most important thing is that you must have a confident look on your face that says, "I'm cool, I'm handsome!"

Lin Qingsong left the house in a flash and quickly arrived at the company building in a car he had booked earlier.

As soon as she got on the elevator, Yang Xiaoxiao appeared from the building's revolving door.

Today, she wore a light pink jacket over a simple white T-shirt, paired with a pleated skirt in the same color family as the jacket, making her look exceptionally radiant.

"Old Lin, wait for me."

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When Yang Xiaoxiao ran up to him, Lin Qingsong joked, "If you want to look beautiful, show off your legs. Old Yang, I give your outfit a 99 out of 100."

"If you want to be handsome, I'd give you 99 points for your outfit!" Yang Xiaoxiao looked Lin Qingsong up and down, and was about to say something witty, but she couldn't come up with anything after thinking for a long time, so she just mumbled it and gave him the same score.

"Haha, we're all just flattering each other, can't you just give me a perfect score?" Lin Qingsong joked.

"Want a perfect score? Sure, call me Sister Xiaoxiao." Yang Xiaoxiao raised an eyebrow and leaned her head forward slightly, revealing her small, delicate ears.

Looking at her earlobes, which appeared even pinker against the backdrop of her coat, Lin Qingsong leaned closer and whispered, "You wish!"

"Damn!" Yang Xiaoxiao felt a hot breath on her ear, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her heart. The next second, she immediately dispelled it with violence. She patted Lin Qingsong's shoulder and said, "Old Lin, I'm a month older than you. Is it too much of a burden for you to call me 'sister'?"

The two stopped fighting only when the elevator stopped at the company floor.

Upon entering the company, the two saw Niu Hao and a bald woman holding a silver wine pot talking to more than ten Russian models whose average height was over 1.8 meters.

(End of this chapter)