I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 27 Encountering Injustice
After that night, Mu Sheng and Nie Qing got up and left quickly. The rest of Wang Xue and Chen Xu ate the rest of the meal in a daze, while Lan Xu and Chen Rong who returned later were even more puzzled.

That night, Wang Xue received a call from Qin Ou. Just as he picked up the phone, he heard a male voice roaring over there.

Qin Ou's voice over there was full of anger: "Wang Xue! How did you do it!! Just now Chen Xu called me and scolded me, do you think you messed up?"

Qin Ou was about to die of anger, what was Chen Xu's identity!Although the Chen family is ranked eighth in the political circles of Kyoto, compared to ordinary people like them, even at the end, a little talk can make him move a lot! !
Thinking of the phone call from Chen Xu just now, Qin Ou felt scared for a while!
It is necessary to find out what happened at the dinner tonight and why Chen Xu was so angry!And I don't know why, hearing Chen Xu's tone, I feel a little bit afraid of Mu Sheng, a new model!
"I don't know what happened?" Wang Xue was also a little wronged, she just saw Mu Sheng say a word to Chen Xu quietly, and Chen Xu seemed to be afraid of Mu Sheng.

And at that time, I was standing a little far away, so I couldn't hear exactly what she said!
Hearing this, Qin Ou gritted his teeth, why did he find a pig teammate when he was angry for the first time: "Forget it!"

Wang Xue thought of a question, and before Qin Ou hung up the phone, he hurriedly asked, "Wait, Qin Ou, what about the salary you promised me and the editor-in-chief position of Xingyao Entertainment?"

"Hey!" Qin Ou rolled his eyes secretly: "If you can delete Mu Sheng's photo from "Fashion Workplace", you can talk about it!" A few swipes on the screen dragged Wang Xue into the blacklist.

Putting down his phone, Qin Ou leaned back on the sofa, and said with a look of disdain: "Whether you can change jobs to Xingyao to be the editor-in-chief, and don't check if you have ABC points."

Wang Xue, who was hung up on the phone, thought about it, but still didn't dare to delete Mu Sheng's photo from "Fashion Workplace", so the October issue of "Fashion Workplace" magazine was published as usual.

As soon as the magazine was released, many Lan Xu fans heard the news and bought it one after another. However, when they found out that there was a female model on the cover and inside pages, they couldn't help becoming nympho.

"Who is this young lady! My God! Why do I feel that she is more handsome than my husband!"

"This seems to be the model of the last issue of "Fashion City"! It seems to be called Mu Sheng!"

"Am I the only one who thinks these two are a good match? I've decided, I want to be the CP of this young lady and my husband!"

The sales volume of "Fashion Workplace" rose sharply that day, surpassing the best record at one point. The boss of the magazine company laughed happily and cheerfully sent a red envelope to Wang Xue, Mu Sheng and Lan Xu.

Wang Xue, who received the red envelope from her boss, was secretly glad that she didn't delete Mu Sheng's photo, otherwise she would not only lose the red envelope but also lose her position.

As for Weibo, the popularity of the two is not low, and they have entered the top 30 of the hot search list. The number of Mu Sheng's fans is also increasing, but Mu Sheng has no time to care about so many at the moment.

Because Mu Sheng came to Paris, France a few days earlier, just to participate in the catwalk interview of the Paris Autumn and Winter Fashion Week in advance.

However, in the first interview, Mu Sheng encountered several unpleasant things.

On the first day, Mu Sheng came to DH for an interview. As soon as he walked into the interview room, a blond girl who was in charge of reception took Mu Sheng's resume and information. Seeing Mu Sheng's nationality, she turned her head and said to the colleague next to her in French: "Hehe , when will Huaxia people also show up?"

A brown-haired woman next to her also secretly took a look at Mu Sheng, and quickly retracted her gaze and turned her head to the blonde girl, "Hahaha, really? She's from China? Lisa, do you think she will be caught by ours after a while?" The interviewer kicked out?"

The tone of the blond girl was teasing and disdainful: "It's [-]%! I've been in DH for so long, and I haven't seen any Chinese people come to the catwalk! I guess she will fall after walking a few steps!"

Both of them discussed in French, but they still looked at Mu Sheng with a polite smile on their faces. In their eyes, the Chinese man in front of them couldn't understand what they were saying, so it didn't matter what they said.

And the few models who were waiting next to them also had unclear expressions. Some laughed along with gloating, and some looked with a bit of sympathy, and more of them watched with cold eyes.

Mu Sheng raised her eyebrows, looked at everything in front of her, and didn't say much for the time being. Before coming to France, she had already made all the psychological preparations. Racial discrimination, nationality discrimination or what, in the face of powerful strength, she was nothing!

If she is even afraid of this, then what qualifications does she have to be the number one national model in China?
The blond girl quickly checked Mu Sheng's identity and information, stood up and said politely in English: "Hello, please follow me to interview room 1."

As they spoke, the two came to the first interview room. The blond girl opened the door and said with a sweet smile, "Just go in." It was still in English.

However, Mu Sheng's words froze her smile: "Thank you for leading the way. But you have something on your teeth." This sentence was in French, and Mu Sheng's accent was very accurate, even fluent.

The blond girl froze for a moment, and then reacted: "I'm sorry." If the girl in front of her reported this to the person in charge, her job would definitely be gone. Thinking of this, the blond girl looked at Mu Mu with a bit of anxiety. Sheng.

However, Mu Sheng passed her directly and walked into the interview room without giving her a single glance.

In the interview room, there were three interviewers sitting at the table in front of them, a white woman, a white man and a black man. When they saw Mu Sheng, they were stunned for a moment, the white man flashed a look of disgust, and the white woman looked Faintly, there was no expression, but a little curiosity flashed in the black man's eyes.

There are several models standing next to them. They should have just finished the interview. They are still standing in the interview room. A few design assistants are helping them measure their measurements and other body data. Seeing Mu Sheng's yellow skin and face, they can't help showing a bit of surprise. look.

In the French model circle, there are very few yellow-skinned models. Occasionally, a group of two or three people will come to interview in a year or two, but they all come back disappointed. They can only choose some small brands or not very famous. The brand goes to the catwalk.

The black interviewer Bob first greeted in a friendly way: "Hello!"

Mu Sheng stood in front of several interviewers, and introduced generously: "Interviewers, hello, my name is Mu Sheng, and I come from China." Wearing a close-fitting black skirt, the tight clothes outlined a beautiful body curve.

Bob picked up Mu Sheng's resume to have a look, and saw that Mu Sheng's resume was extremely simple, except for the cover shooting of two Huaxia magazines, other work experience was blank, and asked curiously: "Mu Sheng, may I ask you?" Have you ever participated in a catwalk before?"

Mu Sheng shook her head: "No. This is my first time participating in a catwalk." There was no sign of embarrassment at all.

Yali, a white man sitting in the middle, frowned and said impatiently, "Then we know. You can go out." What's so good about this kind of sick man in East Asia? It would be better to drive her out as soon as possible. !
"Ali, but we haven't seen her steps yet?" Bob said puzzled, "You can't just eliminate her so easily because of inexperience. It's not fair."

"Oh, Bob, haven't you seen that she is a liar?" Ya Li raised his eyelids, raised the resume paper in his hand and said, "I have been to China before, and I have never heard of these two If this Huaxia country magazine is a famous magazine, how could I not know about it? Maybe it’s just some rubbish magazine.”

Bob didn't quite believe it: "Really?" He had heard that Yali had always been prejudiced against Asians. How could he take the initiative to go to China?

"Believe it or not, she is unqualified with me anyway."

Looking at the two interviewers who were arguing in front of her, Mu Sheng glanced at the silent white woman who was sitting beside her, somehow feeling that this was the final decision-maker. Angela, the woman in white, shifted her gaze from her resume to her, After looking at it for a while, he said, "Go once."

The soft female voice instantly stopped the two quarreling, Bob was somewhat proud, while Yali was somewhat unwilling and angry.

And the few models on the side couldn't help whispering.

"Is that Huaxia girl really good at catwalks? I haven't seen a Huaxia person at a catwalk yet, so she probably fell halfway through?"

"Even if you go well, so what? This is France, this is Paris, not China! It's not the place where they came to play wild! The Chinese should go back to their China and not come out!"

Sarcasm and ridicule words floated over there, and passed into Mu Sheng's ears. Mu Sheng's eyes darkened, and she glanced sideways at the models, with a bit of sternness and coldness in her eyes , The freezing temperature and strong aura made those few people silent.

After a while, those few people came to their senses, with a bit of anger on their faces, what!How dare a little rookie model stare at them!And it's oriental.

Hearing this, Mu Sheng walked to the distance of the interviewer. After standing still, she walked towards the direction of the three of them. His hair fluttered from time to time, and he stopped in front of the three interviewers with firm and powerful steps. The interviewers couldn't help but take a deep breath. Even the white man couldn't help feeling that the yellow-skinned model in front of him walked very well. This degree is better than some experienced models.

"Very good! Mu Sheng!" Bob clapped his hands, his face full of admiration and disbelief, who would have thought that a person with zero experience in catwalks could walk so well.

Although Yali didn't have a good-looking face, he didn't refute it aloud. Now it's up to Angela's opinion.

Angela looked at Mu Sheng and was silent for a while, and finally spoke, but the meaning brought by the words was not good news: "I'm sorry, although you walked well, but your experience makes me hesitate, after all, on the catwalk It's not like an interview, I don't really believe in your ability, thank you for participating in the interview with DH."

Mu Sheng restrained her smile, her eyes were a little cold: "I don't think this is the real reason, is it?"

Hearing this, Angela remained silent, but Yali looked at Mu Sheng sympathetically, and Bob sighed secretly.

Seeing this reaction, Mu Sheng didn't bother much, nodded neatly, and went out from the door. Before leaving, the blond girl at the front desk had such an expression on her face, no matter whether she fell down or something, anyway, the blond girl In my eyes, the oriental interviewer in front of me was still eliminated.

(End of this chapter)