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Chapter 92 Beauty pageants are boring, but queuing for cruise ships is!
The bag in Lin Qingsong's hand wasn't very big.

After placing a blue brick inside, the empty space on top could barely fit three books.

In this way, the cover of the local gazetteer is clearly visible.

Fu Changfei's family has many ancient books, and he is very knowledgeable about traditional Chinese characters and ancient books.

He could tell at a glance that Lin Qingsong's bag contained a handwritten copy of a local gazetteer from the Qing Dynasty.

"Mr. Fu, you have a good eye. I just found this." Lin Qingsong smiled and held up the local gazetteer in front of Fu Changfei, saying, "Mr. Fu, could you please take a look and appraise it?"

He originally intended to use this as a pretext to give to Liu Huayu, who would then pass it on to Fu Changfei.

But since we've already run into this wealthy man, there's no need to make things so complicated.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!" Fu Changfei didn't even notice Liu Huayu standing next to him, looking at the handwritten copy in his hand with anticipation.

After flipping through a few pages, looking at the yellowed paper and neat handwriting, he couldn't help but smile and say, "Mr. Lin, you've found a real gem! This is a handwritten copy of a local gazetteer from the Qing Dynasty, and much of the content covers events from the Yuan and Ming Dynasties."

Lin Qingsong originally thought that this was something from the Qing Dynasty, and that it was a record of events from the Qing Dynasty.

I never imagined that this was a handwritten copy of a local gazetteer from a previous dynasty by people from the Qing Dynasty.

This was far more valuable than he had previously thought, after all, the literary inquisitions of the Qing Dynasty were no joke.

Many books from the Yuan and Ming dynasties were destroyed, so it is truly remarkable that this handwritten copy has survived.

However, the greater value of this manuscript lies in its cultural significance. It is very valuable to those who value it, but to those who do not, it is just an ordinary, worthless ancient book.

"Mr. Fu seems to know a lot about these things?" Lin Qingsong said with a smile, "Why don't I give it to you?"

"How can I accept this?" Although Fu Changfei was somewhat tempted, he still refused, saying, "I cannot accept such a valuable book without having done so much."

“But there’s another saying: ‘A fine sword is given to a hero.’ I’m just an ordinary person, so this book would be a waste for me.” Lin Qingsong paused as he spoke.

"Besides, I'm really envious of the Wenchang chickens that you have people raising, Mr. Fu. If you really feel bad about it, how about Mr. Fu gives me a few Wenchang chickens?"

"Giving you ancient books to a knowledgeable person like yourself, and giving me delicious food to a gluttonous old man like myself, isn't that the best of both worlds?"

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be such a food lover, Mr. Lin." Fu Changfei didn't refuse any longer. He smiled and said to Liu Huayu beside him, "Huayu, if Mr. Lin needs anything in the future, just have someone supply him however much he wants."

"Okay!" Liu Huayu nodded to indicate that he understood.

Lin Qingsong looked at Fu Changfei, who was dressed in Tang suit, and thought that he should have some knowledge of antiques. Why not ask him to help take a look at the blue brick with the words "Yazhou Prefecture" engraved on it that almost tripped him?

“Mr. Fu, I have another piece here. Would you like to take a look at it?” Lin Qingsong said, taking the blue brick out of the bag.

Liu Huayu was stunned when he saw this.

Is this a brick?
To be honest, he hasn't seen a brick in a long time.

Fu Changfei, on the other hand, did not react much. He simply told Liu Huayu to hold the handwritten copy, and then took the blue brick from him.

After only a few glances, he said with certainty, "Judging from the characters and style of Yazhou Prefecture carved on the blue bricks, Mr. Lin believes they are bricks from an ancient city wall from the Ming Dynasty."

The reason he was so certain was because his family's collection room also contained the same type of blue bricks.

Looking at the blue brick in his hand and then at the handwritten copy beside him, Fu Changfei couldn't help but exclaim, "President Lin, your luck is just too good! You've only gone out for a short while and already found two great things!"

"Just a bit of luck," Lin Qingsong said with a smile, waving his hand.

"Luck is also a kind of strength." After saying that, Fu Changfei looked at the busy crowd in front of him and said, "I hope that this event can have a perfect ending with the help of President Lin's luck."

Most people in the world like to associate with lucky people, and Fu Changfei is no exception.

After learning that Lin Qingsong did not want to collect the brick, he even helped him contact the cultural relics department in Sanya.

Ultimately, this historically significant blue brick was acquired by the cultural relics department for a high price of three thousand yuan.

Lin Qingsong was quite happy.

He thought he would only receive 500 yuan and a banner.

Of course.

Lin Qingsong also told the cultural relics department that he saw an old house being demolished at the place where he found the blue bricks.

Perhaps this blue brick was left over from there.

When he returned, he was actually thinking about how to contact the relevant departments if his brick was authenticated as genuine.

After all, there might actually be some cultural relics left in that old house.

With Fu Changfei's help, things are going very smoothly.

Upon learning of this news, and especially after seeing the actual blue brick, the cultural relics department immediately contacted the municipal authorities.

They act very quickly when it comes to matters that affect their own political achievements.

After dealing with the brick issue, Lin Qingsong refocused his attention on the beauty pageant rehearsals.

have to say.

Ivanov is quite capable.

With him on site helping to maintain order, the entire rehearsal went exceptionally smoothly.

That night.

To ensure everyone was in top condition, Lin Qingsong chose to sleep alone in the bedroom.

He even firmly rejected Eva's invitation.

"Eva, I can't let my own selfish desires affect your performance on the runway tomorrow!" Lin Qingsong said with a serious face, "Tomorrow is your first official performance, and I hope you can show your best self!"

Upon hearing this, Eva excitedly hugged Lin Qingsong: "Boss, you are so thoughtful!"

After Eva left, Lin Qingsong quietly went to the first floor of the hotel.

"I want to have this 180-minute aromatherapy spa!"

"For technicians, their skills must be excellent, they must be strong, and it would be best if they knew some traditional Chinese massage techniques."

After explaining his requests to the person in charge of the spa area, Lin Qingsong finally lay down comfortably on the bed. The next day.

Today is the third day of the Miss Sailing pageant, and also the night of the grand finale.

The champion, runner-up and third place winners will be selected today.

Lin Qingsong leaned against the audience seats, chatting with Lu Ningzhu and Yang Xiaoxiao next to him, feeling a little bored.

As a co-organizer, he was qualified to sit on the stage as a judge.

But he was used to being lazy and directly refused this attempt to show off.

Being a judge is never as comfortable as being an audience member.

Sitting on the stage, being watched by a group of people, even if you're daydreaming or slacking off, you'll be watched.

Why not chat with Yang Xiaoxiao and the others?

The only thing that surprised him was that Fu Changfei had actually invited quite a few leaders to this competition.

Judging from the expressions of those leaders, this competition should be considered a significant political achievement.

But this has nothing to do with him.

After attending the cruise ship celebration banquet tonight and seeing off Ivanov and Ruan Keling early tomorrow morning, he will take the earliest flight back to Shanghai.

This time, he and Yang Xiaoxiao were out for quite a while, and many brands in Shanghai had already started preparing for Fashion Week.

There can be multiple interviews a day, although initially they are only with brands that are not well-known.

But no matter what, just being able to participate is a success!

"Old Lin, I heard Coach is going to be interviewing models in two weeks. Has Pete given you any information?"

Yang Xiaoxiao sat next to Lin Qingsong, watching the match ahead while curiously gossiping.

"He actually mentioned it to me." Lin Qingsong was also somewhat surprised when he received Pete's message yesterday.

"Oh?" Yang Xiaoxiao's interest was piqued. "What did he tell you? Is there some inside story?"

Not to mention her, even Lu Ningzhu, who wasn't in their industry, became interested.

She heard that this man named Pete was Coach's new designer and that he had a good relationship with Lin Qingsong.

But unexpectedly, Pete would leak information to Lin Qingsong about something as important as the Shanghai Fashion Week.

"What inside story?" Lin Qingsong looked at Yang Xiaoxiao speechlessly: "You know the process of auditioning for Fashion Week. There are possibly one, two, or even three rounds. You can only rely on the model's hard skills to compete."

"What did Pete mention to you?" Yang Xiaoxiao asked, looking at him with a hint of confusion.

"You still remember the buzz cut, right?" Lin Qingsong said with a slight smile, "Pete said she might skip the first and second rounds and go straight to the fitting stage!!"

"Holy crap, really?!" Yang Xiaoxiao exclaimed in disbelief, her eyes wide. "A buzz cut is at most a C-level model, right? How could she possibly skip the first and second rounds of interviews like those A-level and super A-level models?"

"Huh?" Lu Ningzhu overheard their conversation and asked curiously, "Wait, what do you mean by C-model, A-model, and Super A? I've never heard you mention them before."

Lin Qingsong glanced at Yang Xiaoxiao: "Old Yang, can you explain yourself?"

“Let’s do it together. I actually only know a little bit about it.” Yang Xiaoxiao said, looking at Lu Ningzhu, “Little Zhu, actually, the so-called A model and C model are a simple classification in our industry.”

"So how are they divided?" Lu Ningzhu, who had been watching the competition all morning, was also losing focus. She hadn't realized that models were divided into different levels!
"The mainstream classification is generally: amateur models, C-class models, B-class models, A-class models, as well as super A-class models and top models," Yang Xiaoxiao explained. "This is just the mainstream classification. Models like Gisele Bündchen, who are at the 'queen' level, have already transcended this level!"

"Is Gisele Bündchen the one who's said to be worth 450,000 for every step she takes on the runway?" Lu Ningzhu, being in the entertainment industry, knew a bit about this kind of superstar whose influence extended beyond the modeling world.

“Yes, this kind of person is at the level of an empress.” Lin Qingsong added with a smile: “Other empresses include ‘Snowflake Empress’ Claudia Schiffer and ‘Snake Spirit Empress’ Mariacara Pogono.”

"Oh, I see. So how exactly do you differentiate between these levels?" Lu Ningzhu nodded and brought the topic back on track.

"The levels are determined by professional competence, industry recognition, and commercial value."

Yang Xiaoxiao looked ahead as she spoke: "The term 'wild model' is probably the easiest to understand. It refers to models who are not signed with any company and work on their own, taking on jobs independently. Because the threshold is the lowest and the number of them is huge, they are at the bottom of the hierarchy."

Lin Qingsong added, "While it's possible that some amateur models are excellent, most lack systematic training and have unstable incomes. They earn about 300-600 yuan per event, while advertising shoots, as you should know, earn around 1000 to 1500 yuan."

"Most of these people should be like this, right?" Lu Ningzhu understood why Yang Xiaoxiao was looking ahead.

According to this statement, many of the models walking the runway above should be considered amateur models.

“That’s right, so many of these models are very enthusiastic towards me,” Lin Qingsong said with a smile. “Because I can sign them, and once they sign with a company, they are essentially C-level models.”

“These are junior professional models who have signed with an agency but haven’t won any industry awards,” Yang Xiaoxiao added. “They have generally received basic training, so their income from events is about 2000-3000 yuan per event, while most of their advertising work is paid by the hour. The only downside is that they have to follow the company’s arrangements.”

"Oh, so most of the models in your company must be C-level models, right?" Lu Ningzhu had a bit of a hunch.

“Yes.” Lin Qingsong nodded: “Next are B models. These models are the most competitive level. They are either professional models who have been in the industry for many years, or they have won some small competition awards.”

"Does this competition count?" When Lu Ningzhu asked this question, she already had some suspicion that it might not.

After all, this so-called Miss Sailing pageant is not only the first edition, but also just a beauty pageant.

To her surprise, Lin Qingsong actually nodded: "After this competition, the champion, runner-up and third place winners can barely be considered B-level models in their countries, but of course they definitely wouldn't be considered B-level models in China."

"Huh? This counts?" Lu Ningzhu said in disbelief, "No, no, this isn't it."

Although she didn't say it out loud, Lin Qingsong understood what she meant: "No matter what, from an international perspective, this is a beauty pageant held in the world's second-largest country, and the press releases published by our domestic media are a reflection of the pageant's influence."

This is also why he and Ivanov were able to continue their business of selling rankings and various titles.

"Okay." Lu Ningzhu nodded and then said, "So, an A-level model must be a model who has won some major awards in competitions?"

"That's right. A-models and super A-models are models who have won major awards. As for the chief models, they are the top models recognized in the industry. They are basically the main models of various international fashion shows."

After Lin Qingsong finished speaking, he added, "A-level models and super A-level models rarely attend runway auditions. Brands usually invite them on their own initiative, and at most they will ask them to try on clothes. But now, the buzz cut guy has been invited."

"So, Little Bamboo, you know how surprised I am!" Yang Xiaoxiao said.

Lu Ningzhu looked at Lin Qingsong curiously: "Brother Lin, so was it Pete who extended the invitation because of you?"

(End of this chapter)