One has to admit that the top Chinese models in this world are much better than Ming Yu in his previous life.
For example, when Cheng Su was sitting among the prop rocks to take pictures, he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his demeanor was outstanding and his spirit was extremely strong. It is no wonder that he has become the most popular first-line model in recent years.
Thinking of this, Ming Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured to himself, "If you only give me time, you can become a supermodel..."
"Hey Mingyu, what did you just say?"
"Nothing, Brother Zhao, please continue talking about our schedule for tomorrow."
"Oh, then we'll go to the company tomorrow morning and finish measuring the data, and then in the afternoon..."
Yes, Cheng Su has the talent to become a supermodel! Even if he can't make it to the top, he can definitely squeeze into the world supermodel rankings. What this man lacked was opportunity, so he cheated it from the original owner and created his current situation.
This world is indeed a world where the strong prey on the weak. The 14-year-old original owner was tricked by Cheng Su. The three years of his youth that followed were like flowing water, rushing by. He no longer had any chance of becoming a river or sea, and in the end he chose to commit suicide.
Survival of the fittest!
Yes, these are all correct!
Then Cheng Su, you must bear it: you once eliminated the weak, so now there are strong people who will eliminate you.
Why should I let you go to the next level and become a supermodel?
Ming Yu breathed a sigh of relief as he left the "Pei Feng" studio. He looked up at the clear blue autumn sky, his lips curled up. "Even if his death wasn't directly caused by you, the pain you've inflicted on him over the past three years has never ceased." "What does it mean to truly avenge me? To make you experience that same pain and despair!"
"Xiao Yu...you have a weird expression?"
Ming Yu was stunned when he suddenly heard Zhao Rui's words. Then he subconsciously turned around and asked, "What?"
Zhao Rui couldn't help but shrink his neck. He rubbed the hairs on his arms and said shyly, "Why were you smiling at the sky just now? And your smile was... so weird and strange. Have you been under too much pressure recently and have a nervous breakdown? This can't be good. How about we just go to the hospital tomorrow afternoon to check it out? Don't exhaust yourself!"
"..." After a moment of silence, Ming Yu couldn't help but say, "Brother Zhao, that was a confident smile."
Zhao Rui looked at me with a look of "You're kidding me, you're not educated!" and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Come on, you just had an expression that said 'I'll kill you in a second'! You almost scared me!"
Simile: “………………”
In his previous life, his smile that charmed thousands of girls was interpreted like this by you!
Believe it or not, he can kill you in a minute!!!
Fortunately, Ming Yu was not so naive as to slap his agent directly, so poor Zhao Rui didn't know about it. Fortunately, his little model had a good temper. If it were a man with a sharp tongue, he would have been so angry that he would have wanted to find a hole to crawl into!
And what is that vicious man doing now?
"I just heard that it was you who changed Mingyu's contract to a second-tier or higher position! You really have a good eye, Xi Ze. Who would have thought that this little guy would have shot up so quickly in just a few days? I think at his rate, he'll make a big leap within a year."
The setting sun slowly sank into the western mountains, its last rays of light piercing through the clouds and illuminating the towering Muse Building above the imperial capital. Meanwhile, a man in an office on the top floor was answering the phone while seemingly bored fiddling with a potted plant on a transparent glass platform.
The poor little green leaf drooped and drooped its head under the man's ruthless hands.
"I just changed it casually. You think too much, Shen Xiang."
Hearing this, Chen Xiang, the director of Muse's public relations department, sneered, "If I believed you, my IQ would be about the same as Zhao Rui's. I don't know if Ming Yu is a good or bad person in Zhao Rui's hands. How about I help him find a new agent?"
Hearing this, Xi Ze's movements suddenly froze. After a moment's contemplation, he whispered, "There's no need to change his agent. Zhao Rui has good intuition and decent connections."
"Alright, alright. Anyway, with A Wei here, even if Zhao Rui's IQ drops, his little model won't suffer any loss."
"Assign him an assistant." After a pause, a glint of light flashed in Xi Ze's deep eyes, "Assign Luo Ru to him."
Hearing this, Chen Xiang suddenly stood up from his seat in shock, and said in disbelief: "Are you sure, Boss! That's Luo Ru! Luo Ru's methods are quite good, okay? She's also the best performing among the trainee agents, and you want her to be an assistant to a third-tier... well, second-tier, a second-tier model? Even if you're a looker, don't be so crazy. That Ming Yu isn't your muse, why are you so nice to him?!"
In the spacious and bright office, when the last rays of the setting sun completely disappeared below the horizon, only the deep blue clouds remained in the sky, still struggling to tell the beauty of the sunshine.
The handsome and elegant man calmly walked to his table and sat down. A glint flashed in his eyes. Xi Ze asked calmly, "Who told you that he is not my muse?"
Chen Xiang: “………………”
"Be good, go assign Luo Ru to him tomorrow."
Chen Xiang: “…………………………You are using public property for personal gain!”
Xi Ze raised his eyebrows: "Luo Ru is a thing?"
Chen Xiang: “#$#%##%!!!”
At this point, Chen Xiang knew it was impossible to convince this man to change his mind. Fortunately, Luo Ru was just a good intern agent, so it would be a good idea to let her start as an assistant. Therefore, after a few more words, Chen Xiang planned to hang up the phone and continue to deal with the matters at hand.
However, just before he hung up the phone, Chen Xiang couldn't help but ask, "Have you really found the muse you've been looking for for so many years?"
Hearing this, Xi Ze was slightly stunned, and after a long time, he sighed and said, "I can't say I've found him. I haven't seen his performance on the runway. Maybe his aura and temperament aren't what I'm looking for, but he's the closest I've found in all these years."
Not every designer can find their muse, but they spend their whole lives searching for that person.
That person is their source of inspiration and the limit of beauty they pursue in this life.
The moment Xi Ze saw Ming Yu, he knew she might be his muse. It wasn't love, just an admiration that transcended any emotion. But it was all just a "maybe." Even if the physical match was more or less perfect, if she couldn't embody the feeling he desired on the runway, she would only be a close substitute.
Thinking of this, Xi Ze narrowed his eyes: Perhaps, he should go and see the "Pei Feng" fashion show this season.
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