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Chapter 107 The Cruel Entertainment Industry
"Hahaha!"

Inside the Mercedes, even the music couldn't drown out the smug smile on the man's face.

"What's an international supermodel!" The man with the buzz cut shook his body excitedly. "Lin! Look what an international supermodel is! Haha, I'm an international supermodel!"

If there are no problems with the costume fitting, she will walk in two of the brand's shows during this fashion week.

This is her best result in recent years!
After being excited for a while, the man with the buzz cut shared the good news with his friends one by one via WeChat.

Seeing her like this, Lin Qingsong shook his head for no apparent reason.

Don't you know the saying, "A matter is accomplished in secrecy and ruined by leaks; therefore, plans should not be made in public"?
That makes sense, foreigners really don't know.

They've always been the type to exaggerate even the smallest things.

This is what it means to have the profound heritage of a great nation!
But Lin Qingsong did not stop the crew-cut man's behavior, after all, everyone has their own way of living.

Foreigners don't follow this approach. Even if you try to stop them, it will definitely make them dislike you.

After dropping the excited buzz-cut girl off at the model apartment, Lin Qingsong saw her making a move to hug him. Considering she had successfully passed the interview, he could only reluctantly give her a hug.

To be honest, although she was all bones, her skin was still very smooth.

Lin Qingsong couldn't resist and reached out to touch her fluffy head.

Ok.

Soft and chubby, although the stubble is a bit prickly, it's not so prickly because it's newly grown.

Overall, it feels pretty good.

"Lin!" The man with the buzz cut widened his eyes and said with a hint of displeasure, "Stop touching my head all the time!"

But the next second, she smiled and said, "But I'm in a good mood today, so I forgive you!"

"Forgive me!" Lin Qingsong ignored him and gave him a couple more hard strokes before pretending to be fierce and saying, "Believe me or not, I'll take you away right now, tie you up with a rope, and keep touching you!"

"Tch, come on then!" The crew-cut man nonchalantly clasped his hands together, pretending to be handcuffed, a defiant look on his face. "If you can really take me away and tie me up, you can touch me however you want!"

Lin Qingsong looked her up and down. "Ahem, never mind, I don't like mothers who let their babies go hungry."

After saying that, before the crew-cut guy could react, he dashed into the car.

"Fuck! Lin!" The man with the buzz cut suddenly separated his hands, which he had been clasping together, and raised them to give Lin Qingsong the middle finger: "I have a supermodel figure, a supermodel figure, don't you understand!"

Lin Qingsong rolled down the passenger window, opened the glove compartment, took out a pack of soft-pack cigarettes, and tossed it to the crew-cut man with a smile, "Haha, supermodel, consider this a gift to celebrate your successful interview!"

Chinese models are slightly better, but these foreign models are all either heavy smokers, alcoholics, or both.

They spend most of their pocket money on this.

After hurriedly catching the bag of soft Chinese cigarettes, the crew-cut man's expression immediately changed: "Lin, you're so generous. Would you like to come upstairs for a bit?"

"Fine, I won't disturb your rest, supermodel!" Lin Qingsong waved his hand, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

He also made plans to go to Tianlu SPA with Yang Xiaoxiao that evening.

During my time in Sanya, apart from that one 180-minute aromatherapy spa treatment at the hotel, I haven't had a massage until today.

I finally have some free time today, so I must take a good time to practice.

My muscles are so sore.

Inside a slightly dimly lit room.

"hiss!!"

"what!"

"Yes, yes, that's it, push!"

"call!!"

"Keep going, don't stop!"

"Oh!!! That feels so good!!"

"~~~~~~"

One after another, easily misunderstood shouts came from Lin Qingsong and Yang Xiaoxiao.

The two technicians from Tianlu, following their instructions, pressed with varying degrees of force and gentleness.

After about an hour and a half, they pressed the time clock on the wall for another ten minutes or so before stopping.

"Brother Lin, is there anything else you need? Would you like me to have the kitchen send you some wontons or noodles? Also, would you like some fruit? I'll get some for you later."

As a VIP customer of Tianlu.

Lin Qingsong has a lot of influence here.

They always give you ten minutes of free time, and you can also have all kinds of fruit.

Lin Qingsong adjusted the massage chair from a bed to a chair.

After sitting there and stretching around, I felt much more relaxed and said in a light tone, "No need, we'll be leaving soon."

"Okay, Brother Lin, I'll be going now!"

The massage therapist who spoke was a woman around thirty years old. Although her face was ordinary, Lin Qingsong would usually choose her whenever he came here.

I can't say the technique is outstanding or particularly good, but the force is just right, and the acupoints are located in the most suitable places.

Anyone who gets a massage regularly knows that finding a compatible masseuse is an absolute treat.

The feeling is like you have an itch somewhere, and you scratch your whole body, but no matter how you scratch, it just doesn't feel right.

Hey.

Suddenly someone reached out and gently scratched it.

Wow!

They've matched up!
I feel better now, the itching has stopped!
After the two technicians left, Lin Qingsong lazily took a sip of water and said to Yang Xiaoxiao beside him, "Old Yang, are you busy tomorrow afternoon? If not, come with me somewhere."

Yang Xiaoxiao slumped into her chair and replied without thinking, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong with me? Where are you going?"

“My friend said there’s a clinic called Xiangyun Medical Center, and there’s a very skilled traditional Chinese medicine doctor named Lü Jingcheng there. We’ve been staying up late a lot lately, so I was thinking of having him take my pulse and help me regulate my body.”

Lin Qingsong had been wanting to solve Yang Xiaoxiao's problem of being an imperfect woman, but with beauty pageants and fashion weeks all around, he hadn't had a moment to spare. Either he was too busy, or Yang Xiaoxiao was too busy.

He has already reviewed the company's schedule for tomorrow, and there are no particularly important interviews. He will have plenty of free time in the afternoon.

"Treating your body?" Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but turn to look at him and teased, "Damn, Lao Lin, are you feeling weak?"

"I'm weak??? I think you're the one who's weak!" Lin Qingsong couldn't help but widen his eyes, pointing to his feet and saying, "Who was yelling and screaming just now when the acupoint representing the kidneys was pressed? I didn't utter a sound! You call me weak!"

A man can be talked about in many ways, but this one thing is absolutely off-limits!

"Ew~~~" Yang Xiaoxiao deliberately made a disdainful sound, "You're Brother Lin, how could he possibly hit you hard? If I were to press you, I guarantee you'd scream!" "Fine, then you try! You try! See if I scream or not!"

Because the two were only an arm's length apart, Lin Qingsong stretched his foot out in front of Yang Xiaoxiao and said with a resentful look, "You press it, if I call out, it's your son."

"Fine, I'll massage it!" Yang Xiaoxiao saw this and, without any hesitation, grabbed his feet and prepared to massage them.

"and many more!"

Lin Qingsong suddenly pulled his foot back and said in a strange tone, "If you press me down, then to be fair, I should press you down too, otherwise I'll be at a huge disadvantage!"

"Okay!"

Yang Xiaoxiao's heart skipped a beat, but she still stretched out her foot.

Two minutes later, there was not a trace of ambiguous scenery in the room, nor any overflowing pink bubbles.

Only two men with ferocious faces stood there, baring their teeth and stubbornly insisting:
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"My kidneys are made of iron, you can press them however you want and it won't hurt at all!"

"Old Lin, have you not eaten? I don't feel anything!"

"Tch, Lao Lin, you're the one who hasn't eaten yet. What's the point of you just touching my feet like that? Put some pressure on them!"

Another two minutes passed.

The two stopped hurting each other, pulled their feet back, and looked at the teeth marks on each other's feet in silence.

"Hey, Lao Yang, are you going or not?"

Lin Qingsong didn't mention what had just happened again, but continued to ask while rubbing his feet.

"Go ahead." Yang Xiaoxiao also tacitly avoided mentioning what had just happened, and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't have anything else to do."

After leaving Tianlu, Lin Qingsong drove Yang Xiaoxiao home before going home himself.

To be honest, having a car is pretty cool.

If you want to go there, you can just get in the car and leave without waiting for a ride-hailing service or worrying about not being able to get a ride if it's too late.

We arrived at the residential area.

Looking at the car parked inside, Lin Qingsong drove his car toward the property's private parking space with a look of relief.

If this parking space weren't available, he would probably have had to park his car in an open-air parking spot.

It's expensive there, and it's also quite a distance from the residential area.

Unlike the parking spaces provided by the property management, which are just a few minutes' walk from downstairs.

Push open the security door.

Lin Qingsong was surprised to find that He Yu, who should have been far away in Sichuan Province, was actually watching a movie on the sofa in the living room.

"Hahaha!" Because she had always kept in touch with Lin Qingsong, even though they hadn't seen each other for so long, He Yu didn't seem awkward at all. Instead, she walked up to Lin Qingsong with a smile and said, "Brother Lin! Surprised?!"

"Xiaoyu, what are you doing here?" Lin Qingsong was genuinely surprised.

He Xue, who heard the two voices, came out of the bathroom.

While patting the toner onto his face, he said with a hint of helplessness, "Brother Lin, this girl heard that I've started shooting commercials, and she insisted on coming over to say she wants to shoot commercials and make money too!"

"Brother Lin, I came prepared!" He Yu said smugly, "Didn't you add me to some groups before and even send me model cards? I tentatively signed up a while ago, and I got selected for three cases! And one of them was a three-day shoot!"

She didn't want to be a burden forever, so while she was in Sichuan Province, she thought about signing up for some cases herself, and if she could get them approved, she would come back.

Unexpectedly, I was quite lucky.

Within a few days, she was notified that she had been selected for three cases.

"Xiaoyu, you're really lucky! You've managed to win so many cases!" Lin Qingsong didn't comment on her, but just smiled and said, "You can send me the cases later, and I'll see if there are any problems."

"Okay!" He Yu nodded happily, then said expectantly, "I really hope I can earn my tuition and living expenses before school starts!"

"If you work hard enough, there definitely won't be a problem!"

Lin Qingsong wasn't lying after all; with He Yu's looks, she definitely wouldn't lack cases.

As for He Yunian's university tuition, they had mentioned it in a casual chat before; it was about 12,000 yuan a year.

In other words, He Yu can earn tuition fees as long as he takes on 15 days' worth of cases in the next two months.

She has already received five days' worth of cases, and there's no way she won't get at least ten more in the remaining days.

If she's lucky, she can take on 20 days of work a month, earning 32,000 yuan in two months.

Not to mention this year's tuition, we can earn back next year's tuition.

"Hey, Brother Lin, once I get my paycheck this time, could you do us the honor of having dinner with us?" He Yu said, looking at Lin Qingsong with anticipation.

Besides wanting to shoot commercials and earn money, she also came to Shanghai with the intention of getting closer to Lin Qingsong.

"Haha, no problem, but there's no need to go out to eat. I think having a hot pot at home would be quite nice," Lin Qingsong said with a smile.

In Shanghai, a casual meal for three people can easily cost several hundred to a thousand yuan. If you want to eat something nicer, a thousand or two can easily be spent.

These two sisters don't earn money easily, so it's nice for them to have some hot pot at home.

After chatting with them for a while, Lin Qingsong finally put down Lin Xiaoguai, who had jumped into his arms as soon as he entered the room, and went back to his room to get clothes and wash up.

He felt completely exhausted from the massage today, and all he wanted to do was lie on the bed and sleep soundly.

The next morning.

Lin Qingsong, who started sleeping around 10 PM and slept until 6 AM, felt completely recharged.

really.

After a massage, sleeping soundly until you naturally wake up is the best way for humans to recharge.

Lying lazily in bed, Lin Qingsong habitually opened the system to check today's intelligence.

[Daily News 01: Dilraba will be in Shanghai this Friday. She originally planned to meet Lin Qingsong for dinner as soon as possible, but her agent insisted that she attend a small cocktail party hosted by Harper's Bazaar that evening. Unable to stand her agent's nagging any longer, she had no choice but to give in.]

Will Dilraba attend Harper's Bazaar's cocktail party?
It seems this party has invited quite a few celebrities; I wonder who else is there.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but wonder how many celebrities he would see that night.

[Daily News 02: Harper's Bazaar will be hosting a small, private cocktail party this Friday. Zhang Ye has been trying hard to get Zhang Ruonan to attend, but unfortunately, the efforts haven't been very successful.]

Upon seeing this news, Lin Qingsong inexplicably realized the cruelty of the entertainment industry.

Dilraba doesn't want to go to the party, but Zhang Ruonan can't go even if she wants to.

(End of this chapter)