Zhao Qingyu's Prince Club occupies more than 1,500 square meters on each floor. The seven-story Prince Club is decorated in a magnificent manner, just to allow rich women to enjoy the most top-notch services.
Next, in order to satisfy the vanity of the wealthy women in Shanghai, Zhao Qingyu hired 21 male models for public relations online. They were required to be handsome, strong, over 180cm tall, and have eight-pack abs.
This kind of person is capable of reaching for the moon in the heavens and catching turtles in the deepest oceans. With such demanding requirements, the salary naturally wouldn't be low. Zhao Qingyu offered a high salary of 30,000 yuan a month, plus an additional huge bonus at the end of the year.
As soon as the recruitment information was released, a large number of male models from all over the country saw the high-paying advertisement and set off by car and plane to Shanghai.
For a time, hotels in Shanghai were filled with male models from all over the country.
As the saying goes, a good horse deserves a good saddle, and a fine sword deserves a hero.
Prince Club is not a place that ordinary women can enter. Zhao Qingyu adopts a membership system, and to become a member, one must undergo a verification of assets, which must reach more than 50 million.
Zhao Qingyu felt that this was not enough; she also needed someone to recommend her to join the association. This extremely strict system was the advantage that Chen Ze mentioned.
In a first-tier city like Shanghai, there is never a shortage of wealthy women. To cater to high-end clients, Zhao Qingyu has developed corresponding premium services.
That afternoon, five neat rows of ten male models were lined up in the lobby of the Prince Club. All of them were extremely good-looking.
Zhao Qingyu crossed her arms and scanned the faces of the fifty male models in front of her.
Then, he said calmly, "You are the first batch of outstanding men to come. Although your appearances meet the requirements, there is one more requirement that we at Prince Club have not yet written down."
The male models below, upon hearing that there were even more requirements, began to whisper among themselves. The recruitment conditions were already strict enough, but they hadn't expected there to be additional conditions here.
At this moment, a burly man at the front of the line spoke up and asked, "Boss lady, just tell us your conditions. We can't wait any longer."
Zhao Qingyu glanced at the big guy and said seriously, "This is the last requirement: your male endurance must last for more than seven minutes."
"To verify your abilities, I have specially invited twenty beautiful women from the world. They are already waiting for you in the room. Of course, if any of you men are unable to last seven minutes, please leave voluntarily to avoid embarrassment later."
Upon hearing this request, many male models grumbled and walked out of the line, leaving the Prince Club.
In the end, only nineteen people remained. Zhao Qingyu didn't waste any words with them and directly let ten people go first, while the remaining nine people would go in the second round.
The first round of testing began quickly, and ambiguous sounds could be heard from the room from time to time.
The nine male models left outside had different expressions; some were nervous, some were calm. After about five minutes, the first batch of male models came out of the room one after another, resulting in the elimination of another group of people.
Zhao Qingyu counted carefully and found that five people qualified, while the other men who came out in five minutes were eliminated.
The second round then began. When the last male model came out of the room, Zhao Qingyu nodded in satisfaction. These seven male models were basically qualified.
After two rounds, twelve men qualified, leaving nine short.
Although only twelve male models qualified, Zhao Qingyu believed that more male models would come to apply tomorrow, because with such high wages and benefits, she felt that many men would be eager to work for her.
The next morning, sunlight shone on the bustling Niushan Port in Shanghai, where a busy scene unfolded.
Amid the bustling crowd, a young man of about twenty-five years old was sweating profusely as he carried goods to make a living. His name was Zhang Laojiu, and he was a young man from a remote rural area in Guangxi Province.
Time flies, and Zhang Laojiu has been working diligently at Niushan Wharf for five years, doing the heavy work of loading and unloading goods every day.
Years of hard labor not only honed his indomitable will but also forged his strong, muscular physique.
At noon, with the foreman's order, the people who had been busy all morning stopped what they were doing and prepared for lunch.
Just as Zhang Xiaojiu was dragging his tired body slowly toward the rest area, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a brightly colored recruitment advertisement posted on a utility pole by the roadside.
He curiously leaned closer to take a closer look and found it was a recruitment notice for male models.
Zhang Xiaojiu carefully browsed through the various requirements listed in the advertisement, thinking to himself: This job seems quite suitable for me! Although my appearance is somewhat ordinary, my figure is undeniably amazing! Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile smugly.
However, his coworkers who were leaving get off work with him also noticed Zhang Xiaojiu's attention to the job advertisement.
Upon seeing this, one of them immediately mocked mercilessly, "Oh ho, Xiao Jiu, don't waste your time! With your looks, how could you possibly meet their standards? You should just go back to sleep and maybe you can even dream about being a male model!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.
Despite the sarcasm and ridicule from his coworkers, Zhang Xiaojiu remained unperturbed.
He slapped his broad, sturdy chest with both hands, raised his head high, and retorted confidently, "Hmph! What do you know? With a physique like mine, which beautiful woman wouldn't have her eyes light up and be drooling over me!"
After saying that, he strode away without looking back, leaving his stunned coworkers staring at each other in disbelief.
Once everyone realized what was happening, they burst into laughter, with several people laughing so hard they almost fell over.
[Has Zhang Xiao Jiu gone mad from carrying so much cargo? Who gave him that confidence?]
A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth said sarcastically, "Of course, it's the confidence that Hangzhou Ma gave him, and the courage that Liang Jingru gave him."
Zhang Xiaojiu ignored the mockery from his coworkers behind him, quickly finished his meal, and went back to his dormitory to take a hot shower.
Then he called the foreman to ask for leave. At 1:30 pm, he bought a cheap suit, put it on, and then took a car to the Prince Club for an interview.
Today, more than thirty male models came to Prince Club to apply for jobs, and Zhang Xiaojiu was one of them.
A moment later, Zhao Qingyu came in front of them and shouted loudly, "Everyone, take off your shirts!"
Immediately afterwards, a series of rustling sounds of clothes being taken off rang out.
After they took off their shirts, Zhao Qingyu walked past them one by one.
Every now and then she touched the eight-pack abs of the male models, then nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."
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