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Chapter 194 Using someone else's name to intimidate others at university [5K-word long chapter]

Donghua University.

"There's no space inside." Before we even reached the school gate, a security guard waved his hand from afar and shouted, "Put your car somewhere else."

Although the school grounds are spacious, there were still a lot of cars on the road today.

"Zhizhi, why don't you tell us?"

Upon hearing Lin Qingsong's words, Duan Zhizhi nodded and rolled down the car window.

"No seats available! No seats available!" The security guard, seeing the passenger window rolled down, walked over and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Please park the car somewhere else."

"Uncle Yan, it's me, Uncle Yan." Duan Zhizhi would often come to the school to help her teacher when she had nothing to do, so she couldn't say she was particularly familiar with these security guards, but she was still somewhat acquainted with them.

"Oh, oh, oh." The security guard, known as Uncle Yan, looked at Duan Zhizhi, who seemed somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place her name for a while. Finally, after saying "oh" for a moment, he continued, "But parking is really difficult inside."

Duan Zhizhi probably realized that the security guard did not recognize her, so she had no choice but to bring up her teacher, "Uncle Yan, I don't park randomly. I parked in my teacher Professor Liu Wei's parking space. She told me that she did not drive today."

"Oh, Professor Liu's student."

Only after hearing this did the security guard allow them to pass, but then continued to block the cars behind from entering, while constantly explaining to the drivers why Lin Qingsong was allowed in.
After the security guards let them through, Lin Qingsong drove the car in while smiling at Duan Zhizhi and saying, "Zhizhi, you still don't have enough influence. Will you be able to help me recruit people smoothly later?"

“Brother, what are you saying? Uncle Yan let us in anyway!” Duan Zhizhi pointed to the cars behind her that were blocked and had to turn around. “I may not have enough influence, but my teacher does! Besides, you can rest assured, all those teachers taught me. Even if my teacher didn’t ask, they still know me!”

"is it?"

"Absolutely!" Duan Zhizhi said proudly, "I was an outstanding graduate of my year, and I even went on stage to receive an award!"

"Alright, didn't you say that students from both departments wouldn't gather in the classroom until at least the afternoon? Then let's browse your school's flea market first." Lin Qingsong had no choice but to trust Duan Zhizhi, since he had absolutely no connections at this school.

"A flea market? Great! I'd love to go check it out. I sold so many things there before." Duan Zhizhi looked at the students on the roadside with a hint of nostalgia. "Electric kettles, foot baths, hair dryers—I sold them all!"

Upon hearing about the basin, Lin Qingsong inexplicably recalled a video he had seen on Douyin where someone mentioned buying a small basin from their senior and using it to soak fresh shrimp and fish cake noodles, resulting in an exceptionally authentic flavor.

The flavor was even adjusted based on the senior's appearance.

"Hmm!" Duan Zhizhi keenly noticed that Lin Qingsong's gaze was off and couldn't help but say, "Dude, are you thinking about something that's not quite right?"

"Ahem, so you didn't sell your little basin too, did you?"

"Damn, buddy, that's going too far! That's my treasure, how could I possibly sell it!" Duan Zhizhi knew what Lin Qingsong was talking about, and looked at him speechlessly. "Besides, who would buy that thing!"

After Lin Qingsong parked the car steadily in the parking space in front of the teachers' office building, the two walked to the flea market. Duan Zhizhi looked at the small basins displayed in front of the girls and looked at Lin Qingsong with a puzzled expression. "They're not really selling small basins, are they?"

"Times have changed. Shrimp and fish cake noodles are probably still quite popular." Lin Qingsong looked at the boys buying the small bowls of noodles from the senior students and felt a little helpless.

However, while there are boys who buy the female senior's small basin, there are indeed not many.

These people mostly buy the senior students' quilts.

Lin Qingsong could somewhat understand this.

Blankets used by girls always have a strange fragrance.

Ok.

The more visually appealing it is, the more delicious it tastes.

Even he felt that the blankets that girls had used were indeed more fragrant than the ones he used.

He always feels that he sleeps better when he goes out to sleep than when he sleeps at home or in his dormitory.

It must be because of the blanket, right?
It can't possibly be because of people, right?

As Duan Zhizhi followed Lin Qingsong into the market, she silently looked at the items on the stalls.

Times have indeed changed.

In the past, they would at most sell some leftover appliances.

Even blankets are rarely sold.

Many boys were even embarrassed to buy things from the girls' stalls, creating a clear sense of separation between them.

Boys buy things from the older students' stalls, and girls buy things from the older students' stalls.

It's different now.

Not only do boys like to patronize the female students' stalls, but girls also like to stroll over to the male students' stalls to buy things.

of course.

It mainly consists of pretty female seniors and handsome male seniors.

Lin Qingsong didn't specifically go to stall number 76; instead, he looked at the items on those stalls with great interest.

At the same time, he was observing the crowd around him.

His main tasks today are twofold: one is to purchase a sample of the Thierry Mugler motorcycle jacket from the 90s super-season runway.

Another task is to find suitable models.

Putting aside the upperclassmen who set up stalls, his main target today was the freshmen who wanted to buy things.

Of course, finding a suitable model in this situation is like finding a needle in a haystack.

However, Lin Qingsong still quite enjoyed this feeling.

You might just find a treasure.

Unfortunately, the probability was indeed low, and Lin Qingsong had already searched the entire flea market.

We found some people who could be print models, but we didn't find any who were more suited to runway shows with sharp features.

Helpless, he could only wander back.

"What, do you want to buy something?" Duan Zhizhi looked at Lin Qingsong with a hint of doubt as he stopped in front of the stall.

"Hmm." Lin Qingsong responded casually, then headed to the stall in front of him.

There were many old clothes on the stall, and the stall owner also put up a blackboard next to it with the words "Vintage Clothing Stall with Appliqué" written in big letters.

"Handsome, what would you like to buy?" The stall owner said enthusiastically when he saw Lin Qingsong stop.

Looking at the stall owner, who wore black-rimmed glasses and looked just like Arale, Lin Qingsong asked curiously, "Did you find all these vintage clothes yourself?"

"That's right!" the stall owner said proudly. "These are all things I found while traveling all over the country during my summer vacation! Every single one is a gem!"

"Are you a fashion design student?" Lin Qingsong wasn't in a hurry. While looking through the clothes on the stall, he chatted curiously with the stall owner.

A while ago, when I was chatting with him, I mentioned that I wanted to find a shop assistant to go shopping for clothes with me in various places.

They say that shopping for clothes is a fun process, but also incredibly tiring.

It might be even more fun if you had someone who shares your interests with you.

Lin Qingsong knew she was hinting that he should accompany her to shop for clothes when he had time, so he readily agreed that he would keep an eye out for shop assistants.

He doesn't know anything about vintage items; at most, he just picks up scraps using intelligence.

But if the stall owner in front of him is suitable, he can recommend him to the instant noodle hair vendor.

The stall owner adjusted his glasses and said with a smile, "No, I'm a textile engineer."

"Wow, this is impressive, junior! This major is the top one at Donghua University." Duan Zhizhi couldn't help but look at the stall owner in surprise after hearing this.

Although Donghua University's fashion design program is particularly famous nationwide, many of its graduates have taken the lead in large-scale fashion events such as Shanghai Fashion Week.

However, costume design is not Donghua's biggest asset.

The textile engineering major that this stall owner is studying is the real flagship of Donghua University!
Not only has it maintained its position as the top in the country for a long time, but it has also participated in many major national scientific research projects, such as high-precision research projects like spacesuits.

"hey-hey?"

The stall owner smiled but didn't say anything after hearing Duan Zhizhi's words.

"So you buy these vintage clothes because of your hobby?" Lin Qingsong asked the stall owner curiously.

"It's not just a hobby, I want to make it a career!" Although the stall owner looks small, he is not introverted at all, but rather very talkative.

"That's good." Lin Qingsong didn't say anything more, but picked up the motorcycle jacket highlighted by the system and asked, "How much is this jacket?"

"Five hundred." The stall owner glanced at it and said casually, "The material of this garment is from the 1990s; it would still be wearable today."

have to.

Lin Qingsong finally understood how little Arale had been picking out clothes.

It completely combines my expertise in textile engineering with a pure focus on the material of the clothes!
That's quite interesting.

"Okay, then pack it up for me." Lin Qingsong didn't haggle and readily let her pack the clothes.

After paying, he said in a relaxed tone, "Stadium owner, want to add each other on WeChat?"

"Huh?" The stall owner looked at Duan Zhizhi with a hint of doubt. "Handsome, although I'm happy that you asked me for your WeChat, are you sure your girlfriend won't be jealous?"

"Hahaha!!!"

Although Duan Zhizhi was a little puzzled as to why Lin Qingsong wanted this junior's WeChat, it didn't stop her from being happy about the statement.

"Junior, although I really want to admit that this handsome guy is my boyfriend, unfortunately, I am not."

Upon hearing this, the stall owner's eyes lit up, and he quickly pulled out his phone and said:
"Handsome guy, my name is Shen Zhixia."

"Born in 04, currently a sophomore in college, my measurements are 84-62-85, and I don't have a boyfriend!"

"They know to go home on rainy days, and they only go out when they can eat ice cream; they won't eat for nothing."

? ? ? ?
Hearing her string of words, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but feel speechless.

As he took out his phone to scan the QR code, he said to the woman named Shen Zhixia, "I have a friend who owns a vintage clothing store and is currently hiring, so I'd like to recommend you."

"Huh?" Shen Zhixia said with a hint of disappointment as she quickly accepted Lin Qingsong's friend request, "That's it?"

"Ah, no more."

"Didn't you have your eye on me?"

"You've taken a liking to me, that's why I'm recommending you to my friend."

"Oh, oh, oh," Shen Zhixia realized she might have misunderstood, but she wasn't embarrassed. Instead, she curiously inquired about the friend Lin Qingsong had mentioned.

Tsk tsk.

The vintage clothing scene may indeed be quite small.

This Shen Zhixia had actually heard of the IF vintage clothing store with the ramen noodle haircut.

“If!” Shen Zhixia pushed up her black-rimmed glasses. “Her boss is a big shot in our industry. I can only shop for clothes in China at most, but this big shot travels all over the world!”

Lin Qingsong didn't expect that the "instant noodle hair" hairstyle was quite famous in the industry.

"Are you willing to go? She mainly wants someone to accompany her on a shopping spree around the world."

"Of course I'd love to!" Shen Zhixia nodded vigorously. "Being able to collect clothes all over the world is my dream!"

"Okay, I'll recommend it to her then, but I don't know if she needs it or not!"

Although Shen Zhixia didn't recognize the Thierry Mugler motorcycle jacket sample, Lin Qingsong thought it wasn't a big problem.

After all, the ramen noodle haircut already has enough knowledge about clothing styles, and Shen Zhixia's knowledge about clothing materials can serve as a supplement.

To put it in the words of instant noodle hair.

Vintage clothing is gradually breaking out of its niche, which is a good thing.

However, this has also brought some problems, as some merchants will counterfeit some expensive vintage items.

This is probably Shen Zhixia's strength.

Of course, this was Lin Qingsong's own idea; the specifics are up to Paomiantou to decide.

"Goodbye, handsome."

"Goodbye."

After Shen Zhixia finished packing the clothes, Lin Qingsong and Duan Zhizhi left the flea market together.

"Brother, your charm is really a bit too much."

Duan Zhizhi scratched her head, thinking about Shen Zhixia's string of words just now: "Are all Gen Z kids this fierce now?"

She inexplicably felt like she was falling behind.

"Yeah, that's pretty powerful."

Lin Qingsong then thought of the Russian models at the company.

It seems that the younger they are, the more vigorous they are.

noon.

After the two had lunch at the school cafeteria, Lin Qingsong, led by Duan Zhizhi, went to see her teacher, Professor Liu Wei.

"Professor Liu."

Looking at the woman in her fifties, Lin Qingsong gave her a polite greeting.

Duan Zhizhi wasn't so reserved. She smiled and took Liu Wei's arm, saying, "Teacher, I'm here."

As a professor of fashion design at Donghua University, Liu Wei also frequently follows the fashion industry.

Tian Xiwei's Weibo post can also be considered a preview of the Marie Claire cover.

Some fashion bloggers have also posted predictions about the effects.

Liu Wei had also seen the news, and because of Duan Zhizhi, she even specifically asked Gina to verify it.

Besides getting confirmation about the cover from Gina, she also heard some other news about Lin Qingsong.

For example, Lin Qingsong recently sent one of his company's models to walk the runway at Givenchy's upcoming New York Fashion Week.

These reports further confirm some of the videos Liu Wei saw at Duan Zhizhi's place.

This made her very enthusiastic and she said to Lin Qingsong, "Xiao Lin, right? I heard from Gina that your company's boss is going to be on the cover of Marie Claire?"

"Yes, that's true, but it was actually the cover of Marie Claire Hong Kong. For mainland China, our company's models only appeared in the inside pages."

Lin Qingsong wasn't too surprised that Liu Wei knew about this.

Sometimes, university professors have such extensive networks of connections.

In internet parlance...

Ninety percent of people, the person with the highest social status they can come into contact with and have long-term contact with, should be their university professor.

It's not unusual for Liu Wei, a professor at Donghua University, to have connections with people in the fashion industry like Gina.
"That's amazing!" After praising her a few times, Liu Wei looked at Lin Qingsong curiously and asked, "Also, I heard from Zhizhi that you're planning to sign her too?"

"Yes, I set up a national model studio, which is to send more of our Chinese models to the international stage, and I think Zhizhi is great."

"Good, that's ambitious!" Liu Wei said approvingly, "Recently, due to the rise of the Chinese market, there has indeed been an increase in Asian faces in the fashion industry. You've chosen a good time!"

After chatting for a few more minutes, the three of them got down to business.

Liu Wei stated directly that she would personally take Lin Qingsong to select models later.

Today is the first day of school, and also the day when all the new students gather.

We'll wait until school starts for a while.

If we want to gather everyone like that again, we'll have to set a specific time and notify them.

Besides the fact that everyone takes different elective courses, so their class times are staggered.

Also, after a period of time since the start of the semester, some students, having figured out the teacher's personality, will selectively start skipping classes.

Around two or three o'clock.

After Liu Wei knocked on the door of a class in the Fashion Design Department, the counselor inside jogged out.

"Professor Liu? What brings you here?"

"I brought some people to check on the students," Liu Wei said with a smile. "I should have informed you beforehand."

"Yes, yes, yes." The counselor nodded repeatedly. "Should I go and talk to the students?"

Liu Wei looked at Lin Qingsong beside her, "Little Lin?"

"No need, no need, I can explain it to you, and it won't take up too much of my time," Lin Qingsong said politely.

He couldn't possibly take up too much of the time that the counselors would spend getting to know the new students.

At this point in time, the main thing is to tell everyone in each class that my company is recruiting models.

The actual interviews were scheduled for the evening.

By the time.

Liu Wei will arrange an empty classroom specifically for him to conduct the interview.

And at that time, Qi Nan and the rest of the company will also come.

Otherwise, with so many people, he alone couldn't possibly keep an eye on everything.

Wait until you enter the classroom.

Lin Qingsong was not shy at all. Standing in front of the podium, he calmly said:

"Good afternoon, students. My name is Lin Qingsong. I am here today to recruit a group of models on behalf of Shanghai Shining International Model Agency."

"Our company currently has several internationally renowned models, and we have also collaborated with domestic magazines such as Marie Claire."

"Recently, designers from luxury brands such as Valentino, Lupita Noodles, and Coach have visited our company multiple times to select models."

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After giving the company a bunch of impressive credentials, Lin Qingsong left a time and address, then took out a stack of forms and asked Duan Zhizhi to distribute them.

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