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Chapter 169 Super Rainbow, a Gift for Signing a Contract?

PT zone.

2212 Zhongshan North Road.

Dunhuang Tower.

Qin Lan picked up a mouthful of beef noodles and put it in his mouth. Finally, he couldn't help but nod and say, "Old Lin, this beef noodle shop is really good, it's delicious!"

Her previous attempt to create a food hunter group was mainly to get involved with Lin Qingsong, not because she was actually interested in any food.

But after having dinner with Lin Qingsong a few times, I had to admit it.

The name I came up with by accident actually fits the standard very well.

Lin Qingsong truly lives up to his title of "food hunter"; every restaurant he finds is delicious.

“That’s not necessary,” Lin Qingsong said, picking up a sizzling lamb skewer sprinkled with cumin and taking a bite. “Besides, this lamb skewer is also very good. If you ask me, lamb skewers are only good when they’re grilled on red willow branches. Although they’re okay when grilled on other iron skewers, they just feel like they’re missing something.”

After saying that, he looked at Qin Lan with a hint of curiosity and asked, "Are you really going to the Confucius Temple used book market with me after you finish eating? Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"I'm not some kind of celebrity," Qin Lan said dismissively, waving her hand. "With sunglasses and a sun-protective veil, who would recognize me?"

Because she was going to a party that evening, she didn't have any plans for the afternoon. She contacted Lin Qingsong and learned that he was going to have dinner later and then go to the Confucius Temple Old Book Market to find some treasures.

Having never experienced anything like this before, she was also a little curious.

"That works too. We can do some shopping, then find a place to change, and then go straight to the party." Since Qin Lan didn't seem to mind, Lin Qingsong nodded indifferently.

After leaving here, the two drove one after the other to the Confucius Temple Old Book Market.

On the way, Lin Qingsong also contacted Qi Nan.

Qi Nan has been handling the contract termination issue with the crew-cut guy for the past two days, but I don't know how it's going.

If possible, he plans to recommend both the buzz cut and Eva to Arn at Karujing Women's Clothing.

The communication with Giovanni has been mostly completed.

Although the number of runway models cannot be confirmed directly.

However, when Karui Women's Clothing started interviewing models for Tokyo Fashion Week, both of them were able to skip the first round of interviews and go directly to the second round.

Although Tokyo Fashion Week sometimes can't compare to Shanghai Fashion Week.

But it is still a major international fashion week. If I can pass the interview and walk the runway, it's better than shooting commercials in Shanghai.

After all, models still need to walk the runway to climb the ladder.

When you're a young model, shooting a hundred commercials can't compare to a supermodel casually walking in a fashion week show.

When the call connected, Qi Nan said in a relaxed tone that the matter had been discussed to a near conclusion.

She also told Lin Qingsong about her relationship with the editor-in-chief of Marie Claire.

She also said that she and Lin Qingsong were kindred spirits.

She also plans to sign the buzz cut contract and even asked the editor-in-chief of Marie Claire China for the inside pages of the next issue of the magazine.

The original intention was to use this to demonstrate strength and entice the crew-cut guy to sign a contract.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qingsong was so helpful that she didn't even have to ask the crew-cut man to negotiate.

"Seventh Brother, this is simple. Just tell Cuntou that this is a signing gift for her." Lin Qingsong said in a very relaxed tone.

"Haha, forget it, you should do this favor." Qi Nan said jokingly, "That crew-cut guy only agreed to sign with our company because of you."

After chatting with Qi for about twenty minutes, the car was parked in a parking lot near the Confucius Temple.

The old book market at the Confucius Temple.

Looking ahead at the crowd of people whose average age is over fifty.

Qin Lan said with certainty, "Old Lin, even if I take off my veil in this situation, I doubt many people would recognize me."

"These old people really don't sleep." Lin Qingsong hadn't expected there to be so many people here, and couldn't help but say to Qin Lan, "You'd better stick close to me later, or you might really get lost."

"That way we won't get lost!" Qin Lan took Lin Qingsong's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go!"

Because there were so many people, Lin Qingsong was worried that Qin Lan would be recognized, and he was also worried that someone would pick up her things.

After showing Qin Lan around several stalls, they went straight to stall number 87.

"Young man, is there anything you like?" An elderly man with white hair, wearing a Zhongshan suit, looked at Lin Qingsong with a gentle expression. "These are all things I have collected myself."

As he spoke, he put down the comic book he had just opened and stood up with a smile.

"Grandpa, can I take a look at this Romance of the Three Kingdoms?" Lin Qingsong looked at the row of comic books displayed in front of him and asked curiously, "Grandpa, these things are all in such good condition, why don't you continue collecting them?"

"Sigh, I'm getting old, and the kids don't like these things anymore. I can't just let them burn with me, can I? While I can still walk, I'll send them to an owner who can take good care of them. That way, I won't have collected them in vain."

Although the old man's tone was very calm, you could still tell from the way he kept glancing at the comic book that he was reluctant to part with it.

Lin Qingsong, who was only planning to find some bargains, heard this and, looking at the comic books on the stall, couldn't help but ask the stall owner, "Grandpa, can I take a video?"

"Take a video? Sure." The stall owner chuckled. "Anyway, it's impossible to hurt them." "Okay." As Lin Qingsong spoke, he took a video of all the paintings on the stall and sent it to Qi Fei.

[A comic strip video at the stall.]

"Second Uncle, do you know any collectors of comic books? Could you give these items an appraised value? I've seen them, and they're all in perfect condition!"

He certainly couldn't possibly keep these comic books safe, but Qi Fei definitely knew people who could.

If possible, we could just take all the paintings from the stall.

It's unclear whether Qi Fei pinned Lin Qingsong's message to the top and even set a notification sound, or what.

Lin Qingsong had just sent the message a minute ago. He and Qin Lan were squatting in front of the stall looking through comic books when he received a reply.

"I know him, I know him. Wait a minute about the price, I'll contact him right now."

Qi Fei, who was enjoying the air conditioning in his shop, searched for comic books on WeChat and immediately found several people he had labeled as comic book collectors.

In addition, he also made special notes in WeChat's built-in notes, noting who was generous and who was stingy, and who cared and who didn't.

They selected the most suitable collector from among them and contacted him before continuing to communicate with Lin Qingsong.

"Brother, take photos and videos of each of these. I estimate that buying all of them will cost tens of thousands of yuan."

Lin Qingsong didn't mind the trouble and took pictures of most of the comic books on the stall.

Upon receiving the message, Qi Fei didn't delay and immediately relayed it after the communication was completed: "Brother, these things together are worth about 60,000 to 70,000, but I can help you sell them for at least 60,000 to 70,000."

Upon seeing this sentence, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but scratch his head as he looked at the old man in front of him.

You should know that the stall owner was only willing to sell himself for a total of 20,000 yuan.

Can I easily make 40,000 to 50,000 yuan just by reselling it?

"What's wrong, young man?" The stall owner had been unhurried from the start. "Do you want these? If so, I hope you'll take good care of them."

"want."

Lin Qingsong was able to buy it for two reasons: firstly, the system often indicated that the price it suggested was not the highest; secondly, the intelligence indicated that the stall owner, number 87, was preparing to sell off his collection of old comic books because of his advanced age.

This statement reveals that the old man was not the kind of vendor who deceived people with printed paintings, but a genuine collector who was selling off his collection.

Furthermore, with the collectors from Qi Fei's side taking over, there's definitely no risk in him taking it on.

Qin Lan watched as Lin Qingsong bought up all the comic books on the shelf. At first, she didn't say anything, but when they got to the car, she asked in confusion, "Old Lin, why did you buy so many comic books?"

"Didn't the stall owner say that he was getting old and hoped that these collectibles could be given to people who liked them? So I just helped him out."

"Just helping out?" Qin Lan looked at Lin Qingsong, puzzled. "Do you know anyone in this field?"

“A friend of mine dabble in antiques, and after doing it for a while, he actually got to know some people. There aren’t many people who collect comic books, but they do exist.” After Lin Qingsong finished speaking, he looked at Qin Lan and said, “Sister Lan, why don’t you wait for me at COFCO? I’ll deliver the things there and then come find you.”

"I'll go with you. The party doesn't start until five or six o'clock anyway, and we're just killing time now." As Qin Lan spoke, she curiously picked up a comic book and started flipping through it.

The content is also outrageous.

The title, however, is even more outrageous: "Sun Wukong vs. Superman".

"People who have absolutely nothing in common, people have been talking about them before." Qin Lan was a little confused.

"Haha, people back then had just as many ideas as we do now!" After saying that, Lin Qingsong got into the car and said to her, "Alright, Sister Lan, if you're going, make sure you stay calm when you see the sign later."

"Huh?" Qin Lan looked at him, puzzled. "Calm down?"

"Yes, calm down."

"Second Uncle's antique shop??? He's really not afraid of getting beaten up for taking advantage like this!"

Standing at the entrance of the antique shop, Qin Lan couldn't help but twitch her lips as she looked at the "Second Uncle's Antique Shop" sign.

abstract.

That's really abstract.

She said that AI still has limitations, at least in the area of ​​naming, it cannot replace humans.

After delivering everything to Qi Fei, Lin Qingsong didn't linger there for long.

After showering at COFCO with Qin Lan and changing into more casual clothes, they headed straight to a small villa in the JA district.

He arrived at just the right time.

There are barbecue grills and cold food areas on the small lawn in front of the villa.

The most common inflatable rainbow arches at parties abroad are erected behind the iron gates of villas.

Pitt stood in front of the rainbow arch, smiling broadly as he greeted the crowd.

Beside him, there was another person keeping track of the number of guests.

(End of this chapter)