Lu Di's final activity was visiting the leather factory workers in the villa area. Qin Xiaoyu hadn't wanted to arrange it, but Lu Di insisted. The sudden influx of people, including reporters, made Qin Xiaoyu blush.

"What will this make of you after you promote it?" she said, pouting.

“Good deeds should be publicized. This isn’t just your personal matter; it’s about social trends and direction. You’re a celebrity now, so you should do what celebrities should do. Your actions will influence others; they’re positive energy and must be promoted. Just bear with it for now.” Lu Di immediately criticized her, trying to correct her thinking.

A Lei chuckled to himself, only to be glared at fiercely by Qin Xiaoyu. She couldn't do anything about Lu Di; he could make a big deal out of everything.

When the employees saw the big leader arrive, they pulled Lu Di aside and started praising Qin Xiaoyu. The reporter was also moved and insisted on doing an exclusive interview.

This whole ordeal took up most of the day, and Qin Xiaoyu was completely exasperated.

After finally getting rid of these people, Qin Xiaoyu kept Lu Di behind.

"We won't keep you for your work meal. This is just a casual meal. Have a meal with your family instead."

Lu Di readily agreed.

He sat down at the dining table in Building 4, feeling a little dizzy. He had seen many grand occasions, but those were mostly conference tables. This was the first time he had ever seen such a large family gathered together.

Unexpectedly, such a small matter sowed the seeds of disaster. Within two days, people from the city came to speak with Qin Xiaoyu.

The conversation shocked her; someone had reported her for her extravagant lifestyle. They had also inadvertently set Lu Di up in the process.

"Comrade, everything should be based on evidence. Show me the evidence before we talk. I know how extravagant I've been." Qin Xiaoyu had seen it all and showed no fear.

"This is the evidence." The working group showed two blurry photos taken outside the villa window, photos of them having a meal together.

"Is it a problem for a family to have a meal together?" Qin Xiaoyu said, amused and exasperated.

"Look at this! There are so many people! It's like a small factory canteen! What kind of system is this?!" The work team members were filled with righteous indignation as they recalled his family's tiny five-square-meter kitchen, where five people were crammed together.

"Comrade, calm down and let me explain." Qin Xiaoyu decided to brainwash them.

"Speak your mind quickly, don't try to make excuses."

"First, it's an undeniable fact that we're all family here. Second, the photo isn't clear, and the dishes on this table aren't extravagant; most of them are from our own garden. Third, our living standards have improved, which shows that reform and opening up have truly benefited ordinary people. This is a good thing, an achievement of reform and opening up. Are you trying to smear us?" This time it was Qin Xiaoyu's turn to slam her fist on the table, startling the work team members into a cold sweat.

Qin Xiaoyu is really hard to deal with. Now they don't know how to pack up their stall and are looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Alright, let's just let this go. I won't pursue it any further. You should stop making a fuss and instead use your energy on socialist proposals, okay?" Qin Xiaoyu smiled and ushered them out. There was something in her heart that she didn't know whether to say or not, but in the end, she didn't say it.

What makes Qin Xiaoyu most gratified is that the model team has completed its generational change. Several veteran members, including Daya, who are getting married, have already made arrangements, and the new members have taken their place.

In Paris, these girls passed the test, and Qin Xiaoyu treated them well. Now it's time to reward them for their contributions.

She gathered all the models who had gone to Paris and gave each of them a large red envelope.

Everyone knows she's generous; her red envelopes are always bulging with money, probably at least three hundred.

Da Ya was the fastest; she tore open the red envelope and let out a scream, "Oh my god!"

The girls stared in disbelief at the foreign exchange certificates in their hands.

Such a thick stack of ten-yuan notes was already a lot; now it was foreign exchange certificates with a face value of one hundred yuan.

They looked up at Qin Xiaoyu suspiciously. Was this correct?

"That's right, this is what you deserve. Practice hard, you'll be going to Hong Kong soon, and then you'll be traveling around Southeast Asia. Your time to shine will come, so don't let us down!" Qin Xiaoyu encouraged them.

With such encouragement, I believe those veteran models will soon return to the team. Even those who have given birth won't dare to be careless in getting back in shape.

We can't let these people, whom we've trained so diligently, escape. How can we not offer them bait?

Two other makeup artists, Song Miaomiao and Tian Tian, ​​also received red envelopes.

These people used to have many concerns about going to Paris, but now they're desperate to get there.

Models who didn't go to Paris also received consolation prizes, though of course, they couldn't compare to the large sums of money. It was just to give everyone a little encouragement.

They were all lively and active girls who suddenly decided to organize a party. Qin Xiaoyu didn't have time to play with them, so she left immediately.

Just then, with a thud, a big guy fell to the ground behind them.

Fortunately, the factory had a medical room, and the factory doctor arrived quickly. Qin Xiaoyu was still worried and did not leave immediately.

"She was hungry and had low blood sugar," the factory doctor reported to her. The model was fine now.

Qin Xiaoyu then walked over. The model who had fainted could be described as slightly chubby. She had a beautiful face and her body was well-proportioned, with all the fat in the right places. However, she was two or three sizes larger than others.

"What should I do?" After she woke up, she drank some sugar water and was fine, but her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and tears were streaming down her face.

"What's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu sensed something was off in her words.

"Here's the thing, there are a few students in the modeling class who are tall enough, but have weight problems. We agreed that if they could lose weight, they could continue studying, but if they couldn't..." Hu Xing stepped forward to explain the situation.

The chubby girl had already started wiping away tears.

"How many of these situations are there in total?" Qin Xiaoyu scanned the models present.

"Of the five, two are close to meeting the target."

"This is a profession, and it's not something you can trade your health for, nor is it something you can force. I hope everyone will manage their health scientifically." Qin Xiaoyu first stated her position, then gave Hu Xing a look, signaling her to bring the overweight girl out.

"Hu Xing, keep these girls here for training. But let's make it clear, their weight needs to be controlled and they can't gain any more weight. We're going to develop a line of plus-size fashion in the future, and they'll have a place to use their skills. But we can't let this get out. If everyone starts talking about it, there won't be enough demand." Qin Xiaoyu gave the two instructions before moving on to the next project.

Qin Xiaoyu mentioned going to the Hong Kong fashion show mainly for Tang Hu's sake, a decision made back in Paris. Tang Hu is currently being touted as a dark horse in the design world, and it would be a shame not to take advantage of that momentum to promote him.

However, he has relatively few works, which makes Qin Xiaoyu a little embarrassed.