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Chapter 89 Russian Girl: Lin, we need a party to relax!
Sanya Phoenix International Airport.

The air was filled with the salty, humid scent of the sea breeze and the sweltering heat of summer.

The parking lot opposite Terminal 1.

"Mr. Lin, it should be about time. Let's go to the exit together to greet your friend."

Liu Huayu, head of the marketing department of Haisi Sailing Company, glanced at the time on his wristwatch, skillfully stubbed out his cigarette, and accurately threw it into the cigarette extinguisher next to him. He then turned to Lin Qingsong, who was also holding a cigarette, and said with a smile.

"Okay," Lin Qingsong replied, and then stubbed out his cigarette.

Behind them were four cars and a 25-seat bus parked neatly.

The buses were covered in brightly colored advertisements for sailing beauty pageants. The vibrant colors and dynamic patterns were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight, creating a strong visual impact.

This was specially prepared by the organizers for the models.

After all, in addition to the twenty specially selected models who would be chosen internally, there were also fifty models used to make up the numbers.

The only thing that Lin Qingsong regretted was that although Anana's agency had learned about the matter from Ruan Keling and had also contacted him.

But their thinking was clearly not as sharp as Ivanov's in Russia; they were simply rigid in their approach of taking money and then doing their job.

There were no slots for advancement sold, and the titles given away were not sold among the models.

In this situation, all the pre-selected spots in his possession would definitely be given to Ivanov.

People.

You can't possibly go against money.

Whether Annan's model can win an award depends on the selection criteria of the competition judges.

If they truly have the ability, they will still have a chance to win awards.

After all, although there were some shady dealings in this competition, the only organizer was Hydra Sailing Company.

While there are some sponsors, apart from Changfei Yacht Club, which is controlled by Haisi Sailing Company, the others are not very powerful.

In this case, the Miss Sailing pageant is actually fairer than other formal international competitions with numerous sponsors.

After all, apart from the pre-selected spots and the spots promised by the organizers, the qualifying spots can really be determined by the competition itself.

Standing at Exit 3 of Building 1.

Lin Qingsong and Liu Huayu didn't wait long; a few minutes later, he heard a familiar trilled "r" sound.

Without even looking, Lin Qingsong knew that it must be Ivanov and his men.

really.

In less than a minute, Ivanov, wearing beach shorts, waved to Lin Qingsong with a big smile.

Ivanov had video chatted with Lin Qingsong before the model was even confirmed.

Therefore, the two were somewhat familiar with each other's faces.

Underneath Ivanov's beach shorts, his two hairy thighs were particularly noticeable; the thick leg hair looked hot just looking at them.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but complain in his heart that if this Russian didn't shave his hair, he would probably faint from the heat in Sanya.

"Lin, my brother!" Ivanov, accompanied by dozens of scantily clad models who were looking on with great curiosity, walked up to Lin Qingsong, embraced him excitedly, and said, "We've finally met!"

As he spoke, he turned to the group of models behind him who were chattering about their surroundings and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lin, whom I told you about!"

Upon hearing Ivanov's introduction, the previously noisy models all stopped moving and focused their attention on Lin Qingsong.

The next second, Lin Qingsong felt like his ears were about to be deafened.

"Hi, are you the Lin that Elena mentioned?"

"You wouldn't happen to be Lin, the one who drank with designers like Coach and Valentino, would you?!"

"Lin, can you sign me? Ivanka and I are very close. She told me that she started working as soon as she arrived in China and will work for three consecutive months. Is that true?"

"My God, there's actually a job that can keep that bitch Ivanka working for three months! Lin, look at me, I'm even better than Ivanka!"

"Me, me, Lin, look at me! I really like China! Can you sign me?"

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The models' voices echoed at the exit.

Elena and Ivanka were graduates of this modeling academy, so these models had heard about Lin Qingsong from them to varying degrees, and had even seen videos of Lin Qingsong drinking with those designers.

Therefore, they all knew that there was a Chinese man named Lin Qingsong.

This Chinese man is not only handsome but also incredibly capable. He can not only win beauty pageants but also sign models to work in China, and the models he signs can start working and earning money as soon as they arrive in China.

Through word of mouth among the models, Lin Qingsong's fame grew and grew.

Now that they have suddenly seen the real person, they are all extremely excited.

Some tried to build a relationship with him, some introduced themselves, some flattered him, and some even tried to grab his hand and put it on themselves.

Forcefully pulling his hand off the model whose figure rivaled Ivanka's, Lin Qingsong looked helplessly at Ivanov beside him and said, "Damn it, Ivanov, aren't you going to come and help???"

He originally thought Ivanka was wild enough, but he didn't expect there to be even more "unrestrained" people among these models.

"Hehehe!" Ivanov wiped the sweat from his brow and said to Lin Qingsong with a big smile, "Lin, I'm just letting you experience the warmth of us Russians!"

However, he still understood and yelled a few words at the group of models.

"Alright, alright, you bunch of bastards, calm down. You'll have plenty of opportunities to talk to Lin alone in the next few days!"

After all, he was a teacher at the modeling school and the person in charge of this event, so he still held considerable authority among the models.

After a few words, the people quieted down considerably.

But the outspoken woman still said to Lin Qingsong in public, "Lin, what's your room number? I have some questions I'd like to discuss with you tonight."

"Damn it, do you have a problem and want to communicate with Lin? What are you trying to do?" A model with a figure not much worse than hers retorted directly.

"What's it to you?!" The free-spirited woman didn't bother with Lin Qingsong anymore and started arguing with the man.

The two had clearly been at odds since their time in Russia, and Ivanov shook his head as if it were nothing new: "Lin, ignore them, let's just get going."

Liu Huayu, who was standing to the side and hadn't yet had a chance to speak, was completely dumbfounded by what he was seeing.

His mental journey changed countless times in a single minute.

So big, so white, so beautiful, so noisy, I'm so envious, so noisy, so noisy.
"Brother Liu, let's go. Let's get them on the bus first. The other group of models should be arriving soon." Hearing this and seeing the models gradually quieting down, Liu Huayu couldn't help but say to Lin Qingsong, "Qingsong, you absolutely have to be there for the competition, otherwise we won't be able to handle them."

The models were chattering away, and their trilled "r" sounds were giving him a headache. "Don't worry," Lin Qingsong said with a smile, "No matter what they're like offstage, they're the most professional on stage!!!"

He was quite confident about that.

Over the years, he has seen many models who are unreliable in private but transform into completely different people on stage.

After these people were put into the car, Annan's models soon appeared as well.

The airport pickup this time was quite normal, even a little too quiet!
The Annamese models, though they looked young, were also very curious about their surroundings.

But it wasn't particularly noisy; at most, people gathered in twos and threes to whisper among themselves, a stark contrast to the Russians from earlier.

But that's quite normal.

After all, Annam is also a member of the Sinosphere and has been greatly influenced by China.

Although there has been a lot of effort to de-Sinicize China over the years, many folk customs are still similar to those of the Chinese people.

Therefore, it's not surprising that they behave with the same reserved nature as the Chinese.

"Brother Lin!" A girl dressed in Song Dynasty Hanfu approached Lin Qingsong with a gentle expression and said in fluent Mandarin, "We've finally met!"

The same words spoken by two different people evoked completely different feelings in Lin Qingsong.

When Ivanov said those words, Lin Qingsong felt as if he were drinking a mouthful of thick, dry corn porridge from Northeast China.

But Ruan Keling's statement was different.

Lin Qingsong wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he always felt that Ruan Keling spoke with a touch of Suzhou accent.

She told herself that they had finally met, which gave Lin Qingsong a sweet and gentle feeling.

"Xiao Ling, your outfit is really nice!" Although Lin Qingsong didn't know much about Hanfu, this outfit paired perfectly with Ruan Keling's chivalrous face.

Upon hearing this, Ruan Keling immediately said happily, "Really, Brother Lin? This is a set of Song Dynasty Hanfu, with a Ming Dynasty-style waistcoat underneath. It's a mix-and-match style by myself. Thank you for your compliment!"

Looking at the Angolan model in front of him, and then glancing at the Russian model whose voices could be heard from all around, Liu Huayu felt that the foreign models were only good for amusement, and that Asians were more to his liking.

After arranging for the models from Annan to board the buses, the buses then drove to the hotel that had been arranged in advance.

along the way.

These cars attracted the attention of countless people.

Especially on the buses filled with Russians, they kept the windows open and shouted loudly outside the whole way.

There was even an old Russian man in one of the cars who inexplicably started singing.

The bus carrying the Annamese models was remarkably quiet. Although they had the windows open, they only took out their phones to take pictures.

Lin Qingsong inexplicably thought of the online tests about "i" and "e" people.

He seems to be able to distinguish between i and e people without needing a test.

However, the Russian model's commotion did bring some unexpected joy.

It attracted many passersby to take videos along the way.

Driven by financial power and natural traffic, the phrase "Sanya Sailing Beauty Pageant" briefly made it onto the trending search list.

Although it quickly slipped down, it still firmly occupied the top spot on Sanya's local trending searches.

Arrive at the hotel.

While the staff were arranging rooms for the models.

Lin Qingsong and Liu Huayu, who was standing next to him, started chatting again.

"So, if this competition is successful, will your boss fund a Miss Sailing pageant every year?"

Lin Qingsong crossed his arms, looked at the busy staff in the distance, and asked.

We were already prepared to cooperate with this company long-term.

After all, these beauty pageants are risk-free and offer many opportunities to make money.

However, in his vision, such beauty pageants would be held at most once every two or three years before they had made a name for themselves.

After all, in the early stages of this event, the organizers will inevitably suffer financial losses, except for gaining some fame.

“That’s right.” Liu Huayu nodded with a smile, his eyes revealing his agreement with the company’s decision. “The boss believes that holding a Miss Sailing pageant will not only increase the company’s reputation, but also help us compete for the right to host the round-the-world sailing race.”

Their boss believed that it was better to spend money on this kind of competition than on advertising.

In addition to the benefits mentioned above, you can also make more connections with people from all walks of life in Sanya.

As for how exactly to make the connections, he, a mere marketing manager, had no idea.

In short, although the company spent a lot of money on the beauty pageant during this period, their boss always had a smile on his face.

If you're happy even after losing money, then it means the loss was worthwhile.

At this point, Liu Huayu looked at Lin Qingsong with sincerity in his eyes, "In short, if this goes well, we may be dealing with each other for a long time!"

"Haha, then I'll have to take good care of you, Brother Liu," Lin Qingsong said with a smile, making it a polite gesture.

He knew, of course, that it wasn't enough to just say something to someone to ask for their help; it required more private communication.

But you still have to say the proper polite words, otherwise you'll just be letting other people's words fall on the ground.

"You're too kind, Qingsong. It's not like I'm taking extra care of you!" Liu Huayu said with a smile, looking at Lin Qingsong. "The most crucial element in a beauty pageant is the people. Without the high-quality models you provide, this competition wouldn't be able to stand up."

His words were certainly a compliment, after all, you can hire any model if you have the money.

But the key point is that the models provided by Lin Qingsong are not only of high quality, but also very affordable.

Liu Huayu breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that all the rooms for the models were arranged.

With over seventy foreigners from different cultural backgrounds gathered in the same hotel, unable to communicate and with different customs, if any conflict or accident were to occur, his small shoulders as the marketing manager would not be able to bear the burden.

"Qingsong, I'll go back and report on my work now. I'll leave things here to you. Just contact me if you need anything."

After he left, Ivanov suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

His upper body, clad in a floral shirt, was sweaty as he strode over to Lin Qingsong's side.

"Hey Lin, are you free tonight? I'm planning a little party in the room. Everyone's really excited and needs to get drunk to release some of that excitement."

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Lin Qingsong stared wide-eyed at Ivanov.

Is this party legitimate?
(End of this chapter)