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Chapter 196 is a bit too much, isn't it? Is President Lin and Jiaren on very good terms? [5K]

At half past eleven.

After parking his car in the underground garage, Lin Qingsong walked straight to the elevator, swiped his card, and went upstairs.

After unlocking the fingerprint lock, he was surprised to find that apart from Lin Xiaoguai, who rushed up to him for a hug, and the little golden retriever, the two He sisters were not home.

"Huh? What's going on?" After squatting down and petting Lin Xiaoguai and the little golden retriever for a while, Lin Qingsong stretched his shoulders and went to his room to wash up.

However, when he turned on the light, he discovered that the two sisters had disappeared.

"Brother Lin!"

Dressed as a rabbit, He Yu hopped and skipped towards him, then pounced on him.

"Xiaoyu, aren't you afraid of making too much noise and your sister will hear?" Lin Qingsong said curiously as he pulled her into his arms.

"Hehe, my sister messaged me this afternoon. She has other filming today, and it might be all night," He Yu said with a grin, looking at Lin Qingsong. "So today I can shout to my heart's content!!"

"All night long." Lin Qingsong had a strange feeling that this answer might not be quite right, but feeling He Yu's enthusiasm, he didn't have time to think about it too much.

He picked her up and walked to the full-length mirror inside the room.

"Brother Lin, don't forget what I told you before. Try your best to win my sister over as soon as possible." He Yu turned to look at Lin Qingsong, thinking of something.

"We'll talk about that later." Lin Qingsong said speechlessly, patting her hair. "Right now, you need to focus."

The next second, He Yu fell silent.

Moonlight streamed into the room through the window.

He Xue looked at the four legs and two hands in front of her, and her face inexplicably became much rosier.

How could Xiaoyu do this?!
So shameful!

Does she still want to be with me?

Just thinking about that scene made He Xue's breathing quicken.

After Lin Qingsong led He Yu to the living room, she finally took a few deep breaths.

Just at this time.

She suddenly heard He Yu's voice coming from outside.

"Brother Lin, let's go to my sister's room! Hehe, I have a few outfits just like hers!"

"Brother Lin, what do you think of this outfit? Do I look like my sister?"

"Brother Lin, we need to be careful and sneak around, so Xiaoyu can't hear us."

"Brother Lin, do you like Xiaoxue like this?"

"."

hiss!
He Xue heard her younger sister's intermittent voice coming from the living room. For some reason, she wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn't help wanting to keep listening.

At the same time, I also have some urges to wear my sister's clothes.

midnight.

Lin Qingsong looked at the sleeping He Yu and couldn't help but touch his waist.

So this is the complete form of Xiaoyu.

He had really underestimated her before.

This fighting prowess, this clingy skill, and this alluring appearance were truly beyond his expectations.

Especially just now in He Xue's room, after He Yu put on her sister's clothes, she seemed like a completely different person.

Just at this time.

He suddenly noticed a fair hand emerging from the bedside, followed by an arm reaching up from under the bed.

next second.

He Xue, her face flushed, also peeked out.

Um! ! !
These two sisters are really creative!
Although Lin Qingsong had guessed a little, he was still surprised when He Xue actually appeared.

However, in that case, Xiaoxue didn't hear all of what Xiaoyu just said.

I wonder what she was feeling.

As he watched those hands slowly touch his feet, Lin Qingsong sensed Xiaoxue's feelings and felt her invitation.

He turned his head to look at the sleeping He Yu, then lifted the blanket and slowly reached down.

We waited until we got downstairs.

Feeling the slightly damp air and looking at the neatly made bedding.

Lin Qingsong couldn't help but say to He Xue, "Xiao Xue, are you planning to make this your long-term base?"

"Shhh."

He Xue gently covered his mouth with her tongue.

Lin Qingsong, who had been somewhat listless, perked up again.

Compared to He Yu's bold and unrestrained movements, the space was now very narrow, and He Xue even had to be very careful not to make a sound.

But that's also a kind of fun.

As dawn broke, He Xue, who hadn't slept all night, finally forced herself to leave despite the soreness in her legs.

However, she didn't know that the moment she left the door, He Yu opened her eyes.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but say, "Xiaoyu, you're not asleep!"

"Hey, Brother Lin, I felt something was off before. When I was sleeping here, I always felt some movement down there. Plus, my sister said she was going to stay up all night yesterday, so I felt even more uneasy!" Although she hadn't slept all night, He Yu was still in good spirits. She sat cross-legged like Sherlock Holmes.

As she spoke, she got up and walked to the full-length mirror not far from the bed, leaned over and pointed at it, saying, "But the most, most, most important thing is that I forgot there was a mirror here!!! I saw her in the mirror last night!"

???

What mirror? It's not a mirror.

What you see and what you don't see.

There's no noise at all.

Seeing He Yu bending over, Lin Qingsong walked over and asked in a strange tone, "Xiao Yu, what time is your train?"

"Noon." He Yu, who hadn't yet realized something was wrong, had just finished speaking and was about to get up when she heard Lin Qingsong say, "Then there's still time."

What's the difference between what she did and putting meat in a tiger's mouth?
After giving He Yu his morning exercise time back, Lin Qingsong finally let out a heavy sigh: "Xiao Yu, get some rest when you get to school."

"Uh-huh."

Exhausted, He Yu nodded repeatedly to indicate that she understood.

After hastily eating a few bites of breakfast, Lin Qingsong sent a message to Shen Xingyu, saying that he would not go to exercise today and would meet her on the forum instead, and would just lie in bed and rest for a while.

Under the influence of the sleep aura, Lin Qingsong had fully recovered his energy by 10 p.m.

After driving He Yu to Hongqiao Railway Station, they went to a random restaurant near the forum venue and had a meal.

Around 1:00 AM.

Lin Qingsong walked into the forum with the invitation in hand, casually took a pen from a staff member, and signed his name on the signature wall.

After taking a few photos with the staff, she went straight to the center of the venue.

This forum is quite prestigious.

It was held at the Shanghai International Convention Center.

The specific location is next to the Oriental Pearl Radio & TV Tower in Lujiazui, Pudong.

Although it's not a large hotel, its location alone is enough to exude class.

After all, the closer to the river in Shanghai, the more prestigious the city becomes.

This conference center is located right next to the river.

Follow the staff to your assigned spot.

Lin Qingsong had just sat down when he saw Shen Xingyu, who was sitting in the row in front of him, turn around and greet him.

He greeted her as well, then asked curiously, "Sister Yu, which number are you speaking today?"

"It should be the third one." Shen Xingyu's tone was very relaxed. She had been experiencing this kind of stage speech since the first or second grade of elementary school.

From school arts festivals to university debates and representing the country as a diplomat in Model United Nations, and even after starting a company and giving speeches at various forums and summits to attract investment.

In short, she wouldn't make any mistakes even if she closed her eyes during the speech.

After chatting casually for a while, Lin Qingsong also spotted Sha Xiaoli, the editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar.

I don't know what's wrong with her, but she didn't sit in the front rows. Instead, she sat in the back in a very inconspicuous spot.

However, Lin Qingsong didn't pay much attention to it.

The forum officially began when the host took the stage to deliver his opening remarks.

Lin Qingsong also opened the system and began his slacking off.

He hasn't checked today's intelligence yet.

I didn't have time in the morning.

Now is the perfect time to check it out; it helps pass the time without interfering with my own affairs.

[Daily Intelligence 01: Balenciaga's Asia-Pacific Director, Du Yi, has almost finished his inspection of the Ruhr area and plans to have someone talk to him on the 6th.]

Number six? ??

Lin Qingsong hadn't expected the Balenciaga director to act so quickly.

He remembered that it was around the 25th when he saw from the intelligence that Du Yi was planning to investigate Ruhr and make him the spokesperson for Balenciaga's ready-to-wear line in the Asia-Pacific region.

I didn't expect that the investigation would be almost complete today, only the 2nd.

Looks like I need to hurry!

Lin Qingsong felt inexplicably anxious.

No!

I'll message Ruhr today and ask him to meet up for a talk. To avoid any unexpected situations, Lin Qingsong took out his phone and messaged Ruhr directly.

"Ruhr, are you free today?"

After sending the message, he was just about to look at the rest of the intelligence.

To my surprise, the other party replied instantly.

"Yes, yes, I'm free today. Brother Lin, is there anything I can help you with?"

Ruhr, who was about to head out to skateboarding since he had no work today, couldn't help but show a hint of excitement when he saw the message from Lin Qingsong.

Normally, agents wouldn't contact unlicensed models and actors like him.

Once you get in touch, it means something good is coming your way.

Either the production crew is short-staffed, or the brand wants to extend the image rights for a previously filmed advertisement for a period of time.

But regardless, this means money is coming to them.

Because he has long, curly hair, he doesn't actually handle many cases each month.

I've been thinking about shaving my head for a while now.

After all, being bald is quite popular in the modeling industry, as it can make facial features appear more defined.

But he was still hesitant.

It's easy to cut your hair, but it's difficult to grow it this long again.

"Where are you now? I'll come find you later." Lin Qingsong glanced at his watch and, realizing it was almost 2:30, replied to Ruhr.

This forum will probably end around 5 PM.

The best time to meet up for dinner would actually be at this point, but he and Ruhr aren't familiar with each other, and he's afraid that if he just directly asks Ruhr out for dinner, Ruhr will think he's a pervert and delete him.

Although there are many gay people in the community, that does not mean that everyone is gay.

"Uh, bro, I'm going to go skateboarding on Binjiang Avenue now."

What's happening here? ? ?
After sending the message, Ruhr scratched his head, looking slightly puzzled.

But the next second he showed a delighted expression.

"Did you know I started a talent agency and I'm still hiring?" After sending this message, Lin Qingsong forwarded an article that Donghua University's official WeChat account posted the night before.

Brokerage firm?

hiring!

After reading those two words, Ruhr glanced at the article on Donghua University's official WeChat account. The accompanying picture showed Lin Qingsong sitting on the judges' panel, with Donghua University students in front of him.

hiss! ! !
I'm about to become rich!!!
At that moment, only these few words were in Ruhr's mind.

He had actually interviewed with some talent agencies before.

At that time, he had just graduated and had not yet experienced the harsh realities of society.

When he heard that the agency wanted him to cut his hair, and that the base salary was low while the commission was exceptionally high, he refused outright.

After struggling in the modeling industry for over a year, he was severely beaten.

If it weren't for the occasional part-time work as a skateboarding instructor, he probably wouldn't even have enough money to eat.

There are far too few cases involving him.

However, this was a contract signing process, and Ruhr didn't know much about Lin Qingsong's company.

Therefore, he clicked on the link again and carefully read the article on Donghua University's official WeChat account.

"Marie Claire cover", "New York Fashion Week", "Personal connections with numerous top luxury designers"

After simply extracting the key points of the article, Ruhr immediately understood that although Lin Qingsong's agency had only been established, it had a lot of resources behind it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to immediately grace the cover after their transformation, and also send models to New York Fashion Week.

He still believed in the personal connections between the top luxury designers.

After all, Lin Qingsong's WeChat Moments did not block him.

Ruhr can still see those videos.

Although he couldn't recognize them all, he, who keeps a close eye on the fashion world, could still barely make out the faces of a few designers.

The most important thing is.

This company was able to recruit models at Donghua University as soon as it was established, and they even posted about it on the school's official WeChat account.

Anyone familiar with the Chinese system can understand the meaning behind this.

"Brother, do you mean you want to sign me?"

After carefully considering it for a while, Ruhr finally sent out those words.

Finished.

He held his phone, waiting for Lin Qingsong's reply.

Lin Qingsong sat in his seat, looking at the message he had sent, and couldn't help but smile.

Things seem to be going even more smoothly than he expected?
It seems that some of my plans have been effective.

The fact that Donghua University's official WeChat account published this article was a stroke of genius.

He summarized all the cards he had up his sleeve, and without this article, things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly.

Just like when he went to Donghua University to recruit people yesterday, he could only reveal his true intentions when asked a question.

Otherwise, if you just tell everyone how awesome you are, putting aside whether it's stupid or not, it really does lower your social standing.

It's different now.

Just forward the article.

While it does seem like a deliberate attempt to reveal one's hand, having Donghua University as a buffer at least prevents one from being too foolish, and instead gives the impression that one has the backing of Donghua University.

The sophistication has dropped a bit.

But since the company is newly established, every little loss is inevitable.

As long as it doesn't fall to the ground, it's fine.

Until the end of the year.

Lin Qingsong believes that this will not be necessary at that time.

Simply stating your name or company name is enough for those who need to know.

Bringing his thoughts back, Lin Qingsong simply replied, "Yes."

Ruhr couldn't help but swing his fist when he saw that.

He thought about his wallet, and finally gritted his teeth and sent a message: "Brother, is it convenient for us to meet at the Bund at 5 pm? I know a really good Jiangzhe restaurant."

Huh?
This young man is getting the hang of things.

Lin Qingsong didn't expect Ruhr to invite him to dinner, but he still accepted the invitation out of courtesy.

After resolving this matter, Lin Qingsong continued to review the remaining intelligence.

At this point, representatives began to speak.

soon.

Not long after Lin Qingsong finished reading all the intelligence, it was Shen Xingyu's turn to speak on stage.

"Qingsong, I'll go up first then." Shen Xingyu greeted Lin Qingsong softly, then walked onto the stage with a polite smile.

Lin Qingsong sat below, watching Shen Xingyu on stage, who was sharing her entrepreneurial experience with great enthusiasm, and couldn't help but nod silently.

There's definitely a reason why Sister Yu was able to succeed in starting her business in just a few years.

At the same time, the beauty of this successful woman is different from that of the models and celebrities around her.

It possesses an intangible and intangible charm.

After Shen Xingyu finished her speech, several other female entrepreneurs came up one after another to share their experiences.

It lasted until after 3 p.m.

Then everyone's speeches came to an end.

Next up was the tea break.

People often attend these forums and summits.

On the one hand, it was out of respect for the organizers, and on the other hand, it was for the free time to chat during the tea break.

Everyone is usually busy and has no time to get together.

Attending forums and summits these days is a good opportunity to exchange ideas and discuss potential areas for collaboration.

After all, if someone is invited by the organizers to participate in the forum, their strength and background must be quite impressive.

under these circumstances.

Those invited to speak by the organizers become stars in the social scene.

After all, their strength and potential have been further affirmed.

Lin Qingsong stood next to Shen Xingyu, watching her chat with several contract manufacturers and distributors, before preparing to find his target this time, Sha Xiaoli, the editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar.

Unexpectedly, this target came to us on its own.

"Mr. Lin, what a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you again." Sha Xiaoli smiled at Lin Qingsong.

Thinking of the report her assistant had sent her last night, she couldn't help but feel a surge of doubt.

Who exactly is this man?
"What a coincidence." Although Lin Qingsong was a little surprised that she would take the initiative to come to him, he still showed a polite smile: "Editor-in-Chief Sha, I was just about to go and say hello to you."

"President Lin, I haven't even had a chance to congratulate you yet. The company is able to recruit models at Donghua University right after its establishment. This kind of treatment is unique in Shanghai."

"You flatter me." Lin Qingsong smiled and looked at the editor-in-chief. "I just thought it wasn't very meaningful for the company to only work with foreigners. After all, as Chinese people, we should try to make more Chinese faces appear on the international stage."

Sha Xiaoli immediately echoed this high-sounding remark.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Sha Xiaoli chuckled and asked, "President Lin and Jiaren have a good relationship?"

(End of this chapter)