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Chapter 198 The Dragon's Lair, The Not-So-Stubborn Female Knight, The Compromising War God's Captive Version [5k Long Chapter]

In a hotpot restaurant.

Lin Qingsong was completely stunned.

He orchestrated all this to sign Ruhr, and then wait for Du Yi, Balenciaga's Asia-Pacific director, to push him to become Balenciaga's ready-to-wear brand ambassador in the Asia-Pacific region.

Who knows what this person values ​​about you? What if it's just your long hair? Are you going to get a haircut now?
Isn't this bullshit?

Ruhr was a little confused by Lin Qingsong's series of questions. He touched his hair and asked, "Brother, don't you need me to cut my hair?"

As he spoke, a hint of smugness lingered on his face.

"Of course not. Didn't I just say that regarding appearance, you can't dye your hair, get tattoos, or have plastic surgery without permission? I think your current appearance is fine, and there's no need to change it for now." Lin Qingsong said speechlessly, "I just finished speaking and you're already going to get a haircut."

"No, no!" Ruhr quickly shook his head: "Because when I interviewed with companies before, they all suggested that I cut my hair, and I thought our company would too."

“It’s definitely not needed for now. We’ll talk about it later if it’s needed.” Lin Qingsong continued, “We’ve already discussed the benefits and restrictions. The only thing left is the conditions for internal promotion.”

Internal promotion?

Hearing this, Ruhr immediately perked up.

That's the good thing about signing with a company; you can see a clear path forward.

“Actually, the internal hierarchy of our company is similar to what the industry calls C-level, B-level, A-level, and Super A-level. The only difference is that we changed Super A to S-level.” Lin Qingsong paused. “As for C-level, it goes without saying that you sign a contract as a C-level employee and enjoy the benefits I just mentioned.”

"Let me briefly explain the B-level, A-level, and S-level models." Lin Qingsong watched as the bullfrogs in the pot boiled over. He picked one up and put it in his bowl to cool before continuing to look at Ruhr and saying, "The only threshold between them is the annual income. B-level requires an annual income of 200,000 to 500,000, A-level requires 500,000 to 1 million, and S-level requires more than 1 million. Of course, winning any awards can also raise your level, but I won't go into details here."

After hearing this, Ruhr calculated his income from the previous few years and felt inexplicably embarrassed.

If we don't count his income from part-time skateboarding instruction, he would only make around 100,000 yuan a year.

This is barely half of the income for a B-level employee.

Seeing Ruhr's appearance, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but smile and said, "According to company regulations, each promotion grants corresponding privileges."

"Among them, B models can be provided with a private car and driver for interviews, but the expenses are borne by themselves. A models can receive an independent apartment subsidy and the revenue sharing can be adjusted to 60/40. For S models, the company can help them set up their own studio."

This set of benefits was agreed upon by him and Qi Nan after referring to many brokerage companies.

It's not that it's particularly attractive, but it's certainly not bad either.

This is considered fairly common treatment in the industry.

After listening, Ruhr didn't say anything, he just kept nodding.

After Lin Qingsong finished speaking, he said with absolute certainty, "Brother, I'll sign!"

Hearing this, Lin Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief and then casually said, "Then I'll send you an electronic copy of the contract later. If it's okay, we can come to the company to sign it tomorrow?"

Although he also wanted Ruhr to sign right now.

However, he did not have a paper copy of the contract.

On the other hand, he cannot appear too proactive or even impatient.

Why not give Ruhr one night to look at the contract at his leisure and sign it first thing tomorrow morning?

"Okay, brother!" Ruhr nodded repeatedly, then looked around the table, stood up, raised his soy milk, and said with immense gratitude, "Brother, thank you so much for giving me this opportunity. I toast you!"

"Haha, sit down, sit down, no need to be so polite."

After Ruhr sat down, Lin Qingsong picked up his soy milk and clinked it against his. "Alright, we've covered most of the details. Let's not waste any more time and eat! The bullfrog is just right now; it'll get tough if we cook it any longer!"

"Okay, bro!" After taking a sip of soy milk, Ruhr felt completely refreshed and his mouth watered at the sight of the bright red hot pot in front of him.

To be honest, this hot pot meal was the best he'd ever had.

After we finish eating the hot pot.

Although Ruhr kept insisting on paying the bill, Lin Qingsong refused.

He looked at the model in front of him and said with great certainty:
"Ruhr".

"We've officially met today, and you accepted my invitation, so it's only right that I treat you."

"After you complete your first case at the company, you can treat me to dinner!"

A hot pot meal costs at most a few hundred yuan, but he's already snatched almost a thousand yuan from the group today thanks to his inside information.

[Daily Intelligence 04 (Blue): The QQ group with group number ******* is a fan group for a certain celebrity. To celebrate their favorite star, someone will be sending out tens of thousands of yuan worth of virtual red envelopes in the group at 5 PM today.]

From joining the group to starting to grab red envelopes, Lin Qingsong still couldn't figure out who this celebrity was.

I couldn't even understand what the fans were saying.

But it doesn't matter, as long as I can recognize red envelopes.

Upon hearing Lin Qingsong's words, Ruhr inexplicably understood the ancient Chinese saying, "A scholar will die for one who understands him."

He repeatedly promised that he would treat him to a good meal.

"Whether it's good or bad is another matter, just don't go to those kinds of places." Lin Qingsong felt helpless when he thought about that environment.

"Mmm." Ruhr realized at this moment that it was indeed a bit ambiguous for two men to go to that place. "Brother, I will definitely choose carefully when the time comes."

"Alright, it's getting late. Where do you live? I'll take you home. It's hard to get a taxi at this hour."

One should see things through to the end, like seeing a Buddha to the Western Paradise. In life and in work, one should always see things through to the end.

Since I've already treated you to a meal, there's no need to worry about sending it back.

On his way back, Lin Qingsong received a call from Qi Nan.

The company's interviews at Donghua University are now completely over.

To Lin Qingsong's surprise, Qi Nan actually took a liking to the two models.

They even edited and sent over the video of the two walking the runway.

home.

After finishing the dinner He Xue had prepared, while she was washing the dishes, Lin Qingsong sat in front of the computer and watched the video Qi Nan had sent him.

This computer was purchased by He Xue.

Ok.

I got it at the computer mall.

It cost nearly 30,000 yuan in total.

After receiving it, Lin Qingsong checked it and found that He Xue probably still benefited from her appearance.

I was only ripped off for a little over three thousand yuan.

While the configuration isn't top-of-the-line in every aspect, it's certainly near-top-tier.

And it looks pretty good too, a typical white sea view room.

From the monitor to the chassis, everything is pure white.

After watching the two videos, Lin Qingsong thought about it and felt it was alright.

But he was unsure whether to sign or not.

Thinking of this, he forwarded it with one click.

Send these two videos to a small group of three people.

[Dragon's Nest]

[Lin Qingsong (Evil Dragon): Fashion Show Video, Fashion Show Video]

[Lin Qingsong (Evil Dragon): @Vivian (The Unyielding Female Knight/Captured Version) and @Lisa (The Compromising War God/Captured Version), you two challengers, quickly help this dragon assess these two.]

Because there is a twelve-hour time difference between the United States and mainland China.

It's 11 p.m. in mainland China, but it's 11 a.m. in the United States.

Therefore, after he sent the message, the two of them replied almost instantly, one after the other.

[Vivian (The Not-So-Stubborn Female Knight/Captive Version): Lin, did you do well in your interview? Let me see.]

[Lisa (The Compromising Goddess of War/Captive Version): Under investigation~]

Lin Qingsong was also inspired by Qin Lan.

Since there are gourmet hunters and their teammates in the mainland, why can't there be dragon lairs and their captives abroad?

In addition, after the company was established, he often needed to contact the two of them.

Instead of sending the same message twice, it's better to send it to a group once.

As for the later prisoner version
Ok.

A little bit of bad taste.

Anyway, neither of them minded.

I even feel that this is quite fitting.

The two of them would bring people to find Lin Qingsong from time to time, which was just like a captured prisoner of war luring others to be offered up to a dragon.

The only downside is that there are a few people in this group.

As their backup think tank, this group certainly can't consist of just a few people!
After sending the message, while waiting for their replies, Lin Qingsong opened the CS icon on his desktop.

I've been busy these past few days and only had time to download the game.

He hadn't had a chance to log into the account mentioned in the intelligence report yet.

I happen to have some time today, so I can experience just how fun this 30,000 to 40,000 yuan dagger really is!

After entering his username and password, he quickly logged in.

Before I could even check the warehouse, my phone rang.

[Vivian (The Unyielding Female Knight/Captive Version): Lin, I've taken a look, and these two are alright. Although they're not suitable for my designs right now, and their steps are quite immature, with some practice, they should be fine walking in a fashion week show.] [Lisa (The Compromising War Goddess/Captive Version): I think so too, and I quite like this girl. She has a baby face but a strong presence; she'd be perfect for the runway.]

[Vivian (The Unyielding Female Knight/Captive Version): The female knight needs to work on her leg muscles; her stage presence isn't stable enough and lacks power. The male knight needs to work on his upper body a bit more; otherwise, if his upper body is too thin, his head will appear large.]

[Lisa (Compromising God of War/Captive Version): Lin, I suggest we sign both of them. If there's a chance to send them to a competition, they should be able to get a pretty good ranking.]

Upon seeing the messages from the two, Lin Qingsong praised himself for his cleverness.

Which company can hire two top luxury brand designers to help interview new models?

Which company's new models can get comments and suggestions from two top luxury designers?

me!

You've sacrificed so much for the company!
These models have really put in so much effort!
While Lin Qingsong was inwardly appreciating his efforts, his hands never stopped moving.

After tidying up these sentences, I sent them to Qi Nan.

Immediately afterwards, he sent a few suggestive emojis in the "Dragon's Nest" group.

[Lin Qingsong (Evil Dragon): Hahaha, my knights, my war god, I am very satisfied with your attitude. Now, make any demands you may have. I am returning to my lair!]

[Vivian (The Unyielding Female Knight/Captive Version): You evil dragon, I simply cannot bear to hear your foolish question. I will not make any demands of you, not even if you whip me!]

[Lisa (The Compromising God of War/Captive Version): I, the God of War, only pity you. You evil dragon, if you have the guts, come and whip me! I, the God of War, will not compromise!]

[Lin Qingsong (Evil Dragon): Alright, alright, you all wait for me to return to my lair.]

[Vivian (The Not-So-Stubborn Female Knight/Captive Version): I won't tell you that I've already found help to rescue me!]

[Lisa (the Compromising Goddess of War/Captive Version): Heh, dragon, prepare to die! My kin are ready to descend and duel you!]

???

Upon seeing the messages from the two, Lin Qingsong inexplicably recalled the information in the system that mentioned they were looking for help.

good good!
Have you arranged for a helper?
[Lin Qingsong (Evil Dragon): Quickly take a picture so this dragon can see if the chains binding you are loose.]

After examining the chains binding the two beads and the areas where they were bound, Lin Qingsong finally put his phone away with satisfaction.

Filled with anger, he opened the game.

Ok.

I had just switched to my dagger and hadn't even had a chance to look at it when I was sniped to death by the enemy as I walked to the middle gate.

"??? Holy crap, are you cheating?!"

Lin Qingsong stared blankly at the death screen.

what happened? ? ?
I died less than a minute into the game?!

This made him even angrier.

After silently observing his teammates' situation for a while, he waited for the game to start again.

Lin Qingsong cleverly switched knives on the spot, and after looking at it for a while, he found that there was nothing special about it.

Unconvinced, he then walked back to the spot where he had just died.

To avoid being killed, he even jumped when he got to that spot.

Then he died again.

???

Depend on!
What a terrible game!

Can we play this now?
He died just like that??

"Dude, are you kidding me? Giving away kills at the start of the game twice in a row?"

What angered Lin Qingsong even more was that someone in the team actually used voice chat to mock him.

How could he tolerate this? Lin Qingsong immediately pressed the "K" key and replied: "You think you're so great? If you're so great, how come you didn't get a single kill in the last game?"

As he was saying this, he felt he hadn't had enough and was about to continue.

Outside the living room.

After washing the dishes, He Xue stood outside the room and said softly, "Brother Lin, what kind of fruit would you like? I've finished washing the dishes, so I'll cut some fruit for you after your meal."

"Either is fine," Lin Qingsong casually told He Xue.

Then I heard another teammate in the game say in voice chat: "Damn, bro, maybe you should turn off the voice chat. A friend of mine is getting a bit upset listening to it."

"Yes, I have a friend who broke down too. He kept wailing, 'Who plays games with a girl next to them who's supposed to help them cut fruit?'" After that teammate finished speaking, another teammate chimed in.

Perhaps because they were both busy chatting with Lin Qingsong and got distracted, they died before they could finish their conversation.

The remaining person who had just been arguing with Lin Qingsong was also eliminated within minutes without putting up a fight.

He continued grumbling, clearly annoyed: "So what if you have a girl? You're no different. Damn it!!!"

Lin Qingsong had just switched weapon backpacks when he heard the person on the other end swear.

Then the other teammates also started swearing one after another.

"Holy crap, bro, is that a wild lotus???"

"Holy crap, this is 130,000 wild lotus flowers???"

"Damn it, I'm jealous. It's one thing to have a girl, but he's using a Wild Lotus gun. Hey bro, can I play with his gun?"

Lin Qingsong was completely bewildered after hearing what the others said.

What wild lotus?
What do you mean, 130,000 yuan?

However, he quickly realized what was happening and looked at the green print on the AK47 on the screen.

If I'm not mistaken, they're referring to the gun they just switched to?

I rub.

Is this gun worth 130,000?

Lin Qingsong was also a little confused.

"Bro, the other side must have been cheating just now, otherwise how could they have killed you so quickly at the start of the game? Bro, can I play with your gun?"

But listening to the praise from a group of people around me, and the irritable guy who had just criticized me trying to make amends.

He suddenly understood why some people would spend so much money in games.

This is just like a classic quote from Maybach.

The moment you hold this gun, no words are needed; your skin will speak for you.

Even if you're terrible at the game, it's still the other side that's cheating!

From that moment on, even though Lin Qingsong still hadn't fired a single shot, he still enjoyed the fun of CS.

Especially after He Xue brought over fruit and moved the ergonomic chair aside to let her in, he found even more enjoyment in shooting.

After about half an hour, Lin Qingsong finally fired a shot and then stopped playing.

"Xiaoxue, you go take a shower first, I'll be there in a bit."

"Mmm." He Xue didn't say anything, just kept agreeing, and then walked towards the bathroom.

Watching her retreating figure, Lin Qingsong opened his phone and looked at the message sent by Sha Xiaoli.

He saw the message while he was playing the game.

But because there were no hands and the matter of firing a gun was urgent, they didn't pay attention to her.

I've been waiting until now to watch it.

After clicking on it, Lin Qingsong couldn't help but smile.

Sha Xiaoli is quite quick.

They actually decided to have Eva shoot the next issue of Harper's Bazaar so quickly.

After thanking him, he told Qi Nan and Eva the news.

Lin Qingsong guessed that Sha Xiaoli chose Eva because she wanted to ride the wave of New York Fashion Week.

After all, Eva is going to walk the Givenchy show at New York Fashion Week this month.

After sending the message.

Lin Qingsong didn't care how they responded.

He stretched out a big yawn and went to the bathroom to find He Xue.

While shooting in games is fun, he still prefers real guns.

Speaking of which.

Lin Qingsong inexplicably thought of a video that Ivanov had sent him some time ago.

This guy actually went and drove a tank.

They also invited him to go to Russia together.

Sometimes, you can indeed go there and experience the feeling of real guns and ammunition.

Brother Lin

Once in the bathroom, He Xue thoughtfully gave him a rinse.

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