May is the most comfortable time of the year in the capital, with sunny weather and not too cold or too hot. In addition, there is a seven-day holiday on May 10th, so most people choose to travel at this time.
However, at a time when most people were planning to work or had already worked, Song Xuanhe was so busy that he even had to shorten his meal time.
Song Xuanhe had kept the fact that he opened a studio with Feng Tong a secret from the Song family, so in addition to working in the company during the day, he also had to work overtime in the studio after get off work. This had lasted for three months since February, and it was estimated that this long-term work mode would continue for a long time in the future.
It seemed like there would still be a long time to prepare for the Autumn/Winter Fashion Week in September, but the newly assembled team still needed to get used to each other, and since everyone was still young, there were bound to be some bumps in the road. Plus, Song Xuanhe hadn't found a suitable fitting model yet, so they became increasingly busy.
When Fortune released the US 500 at the end of April, a newly emerged dark horse attracted the attention of a small number of people, but Song Xuanhe, who had no interest in finance, did not notice it until May 16, when REpany ranked 55th in the "Top 100 Most Valuable Global Brands in 2066", which caused a sensation around the world.
Song Xuanhe was inevitably hit by this wave, because the magazine interview with the president of REpany company was exposed on the Internet. Although the magazine did not expose the photos, it exposed the identity of the president of the new energy company - he had no father or mother, grew up in China, had a keen sense of finance since childhood, graduated from China's top university, and his name was Xiao Yuanmu.
For a moment, all those who had known Xiao Yuanmu and those who didn't know Xiao Yuanmu, those who knew the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu and those who didn't know the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, and even those who didn't know Song Xuanhe or not, all came up to him and asked him about Xiao Yuanmu's news.
A company that was founded last September successfully went public in less than half a year, entered the wealth rankings in just ten months, and ranked 55th according to research calculations by a world-renowned market research company. It is simply jaw-dropping.
Among them, the reaction of the Song family was the most intense. Not to mention Song Guochao, even Song Xuanlin couldn't help but call Song Xuanhe and confirm with him whether the president of RE was really Xiao Yuanmu.
Song Xuanhe in the studio was on speakerphone, cutting the clothes without stopping, and repeated to Song Xuanlin the same conversation process that had been asked countless times by countless people since this morning.
"have no idea."
"The company listed above was founded in September. At that time, Xiao Shenglin was still in China, so it shouldn't be him."
"There are so many people with the same name, and the magazine is in English. The translated characters may not be the same. I can't be sure if it's Xiao Yuanmu."
"I've already said it before, he and I have broken up, and naturally we have no contact now."
"I didn't say I was sure it wasn't him, I just said I didn't know."
"Brother, I have something else to do. I'm hanging up now."
Song Xuanhe put down the tools in his hand and turned off the phone before the next call. Then he continued to work peacefully. There would be several fitting models coming for interviews at five o'clock, and he had no time to deal with these things now.
Feng Tong knocked on the door twice, and after getting Song Xuanhe's affirmative response, he quickly opened the door and came in, then quickly closed it, blocking the view of other people in the studio.
"I have a feeling that I won't have to worry about the big bosses of various brands and magazines not accepting invitations to the September Fashion Week."
Song Xuanhe didn't even raise his head and responded perfunctorily, obviously not even hearing what he said.
Feng Tong smiled upon seeing this. He was just joking originally and that was not the purpose of his coming in, so he quickly turned to discuss with him the weaving materials of his clothes this season.
The two were so absorbed in talking about work that they didn't even notice the passage of time. They stopped when someone knocked on the door. Song Xuanhe called out "come in" before checking the time and raised his hand to motion Feng Tong to take a look.
It was 6:27, and nearly an hour and a half had passed since Song Xuan and the scheduled interview time with the model.
The person knocking on the door poked his head in cautiously and said, "Teacher Song, a model just left because of other things. Why don't you come out and interview them now..."
"Who left?" Song Xuanhe asked while picking up the interview materials beside him.
The man whispered a name. It was the one who best met Song Xuanhe's requirements and was most likely to meet his requirements among the information he had received. He was also the one with the most qualifications and the best value.
It is normal for a model who has already achieved some status to have some temper when facing a designer who has no achievements in production. According to the unspoken rules of the industry, not only do designers choose models, but models also choose designers. It's just that in such a two-way selection, when each reaches the top in the industry, the designer takes the initiative.
However, at this time, Song Xuanhe was just an unknown newcomer with no background and no experience in prestigious schools.
Feng Tong turned to look at Song Xuanhe and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't check the time and caused you to miss the interview."
"It doesn't matter." Song Xuanhe shook his head: "I have seen his catwalk video and model card. His temperament does not match my design. You ask others to go to the dressing room, and I will go and take a look."
The last sentence was a command to the person who knocked on the door. The person hesitated for a moment before answering and then closed the door.
Feng Tong's eyes were filled with worry: "Do you really think Nicola is not suitable?"
"real."
Song Xuanhe knew what Feng Tong and the front desk assistant were thinking. They undoubtedly felt that among the models currently willing to work with him, Nicola was already the best choice, and he said that just to save face.
But that was not the case. When he looked at the model card, he felt that Nicola had a similar aura to the clothes he designed. However, a model card is not as good as a video. After all, what he would be competing for was not the level of his still photos but his first catwalk show in September.
Nicola's aura in the video is not even one-tenth of what it is on the model card. When Song Xuanhe saw the model card, he already felt that Nicola could barely wear his clothes. Now that he knows that his aura has been weakened so much, he is not optimistic about him. He just thinks it would be better to meet him in person before making a decision.
But even though the real person is gone now, he doesn't feel any regrets.
Feng Tong knew that Song Xuanhe was not a stubborn person, and after hearing his answer, he knew that he really thought so. But because of this, Feng Tong was even more worried: "Xuanhe, I know that the models currently being interviewed may be a little different from the models you want, but I promise that this distance will disappear after our first show. Now you may be able to lower your requirements a little, after all, September is not far away."
Song Xuanhe stood up with the information, smiled and patted Feng Tong on the shoulder, saying, "I know what's going on, don't worry."
…
The interview room was also a fitting room with a catwalk. There were five models waiting there. Most of them were newcomers who had just entered the industry, so even after waiting for so long they did not show strong dissatisfaction. However, some of them could not hide the impatience on their faces.
Song Xuanhe quickly scanned each of them and quickly got their physical data. He went in and picked out a few clothes and handed them to the five people, saying, "Go try them on."
The five people looked at each other, and when they saw Song Xuanhe walked to the sofa in front of the T-stage and sat down with no intention of talking anymore, they hesitantly went into the changing room.
Before a model opened the curtain and was about to step out, Song Xuanhe raised his eyes, propped his chin on the armrest of the sofa with one hand and held a pen in the other, and said calmly: "Those in dressing room number three come out first, and go in the order of 3, 5, 1, 4, 2."
The person who stretched out his legs retracted them, and the model in the middle dressing room opened the curtain and walked out.
Song Xuanhe raised his chin slightly and looked at people from bottom to top. His gaze was direct and with a hint of scrutiny. However, his temperament was too lazy and calm. Just sitting like this, his focused gaze and serious expression were particularly sexy.
"Are you hot?" Song Xuanhe put away the hand that was supporting his chin, sat up straight and looked at the model who had walked to the front of the catwalk, and said lightly: "Or are you too nervous."
"It's not hot." The model raised her hand, then realized the situation and put it down again. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "It's my first interview. I'm a little nervous."
Song Xuanhe raised an eyebrow, and moved his eyes away from his restless hands and fell on the information, saying, "Your name is Seventeen, you are seventeen years old, and you are currently a sophomore in high school. Are you sure you can take a leave in September to fly to Country Y with us?"
"Of course!" Seventeen's eyes lit up, and his mouth grinned involuntarily, revealing two small canine teeth, and said, "I can definitely take a leave!"
Song Xuanhe glanced at him again, then withdrew his gaze before his ears turned even redder. He nodded without comment and said, "Number five."
Seventeen, who was standing on the T-stage, was stunned for a moment. His cheerful look instantly became depressed. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally he got off the T-stage and waited quietly on the side.
The models behind him came out one after another. No matter which one he saw, Song Xuanhe's expression did not change at all. It was not until they stood in a row anxiously waiting for the result that he slowly said, "Zhang Yang's hand movements were too stiff when he walked. William could practice his expressions in the mirror more often. Seventeen lacks experience in catwalk walking. When he reached the top, he forgot his original posture. This is a taboo..."
After Song Xuanhe mercilessly pointed out the shortcomings of each of the five people and reminded them, he announced to them as they looked increasingly embarrassed and unwilling: "Seventeen, come for the next round of interviews on the 15th of next month. As for the rest of you, thank you for participating in today's interview."
Except for the original Seventeen, the expressions of the other four people present were all very bad. Perhaps it was because Song Xuanhe's expression was too calm from beginning to end. Even when his shortcomings were pointed out, there was no change in his expression. His calm appearance made several young and energetic models a little dissatisfied.
One of them couldn't help but ask, "Can I know why we only kept Seventeen out of the five of us? As far as I know, he's the latest one to join the industry, only three months ago. And you just said that he lacks experience and made a big mistake when he was walking on the stage. Why did you only keep him and exclude the four of us?"
Song Xuanhe glanced at Shiqi after hearing this and saw his nervous expression. He asked, "Why do you think you stand out among the five people?"
Seventeen was stunned for a moment, licked his lips nervously and said, "I like this dress. When I wear it, I feel that every detail is just what I want. I, I think it's because of this..."
Song Xuanhe curled his lips, looked at the model, and said, "Shiqi lacks experience, but he knows what he is wearing before he puts it on, and he likes what he is wearing. On the catwalk, your first priority is to show the clothes you are wearing, but if you don't even know how to show the clothes, how can you make the people in the audience like the clothes? Of course, I didn't choose him because of this."
"What is that?" Seventeen asked expectantly, eyes wide open.
Song Xuanhe glanced at him, and then he turned around and said calmly: "The results are out, everyone can leave."
The other people had already retracted their angry expressions when Song Xuanhe said that they didn't even understand the clothes. When they heard what he said, they stopped arguing and turned away.
When they walked out of the door, one of them said, "He really thinks he's a famous designer. He's still picking on us. There are so many new designers every fashion week, and it takes a few years to make a splash. There's also the September Fashion Week. Maybe by then, not many people will know them when they go and come back. From the way he looks at people, we can tell that his success rate is terribly low. Poor Teacher Feng might even be dragged down by him."
The person who spoke did not deliberately lower his voice, and the door, which had not been closed in time, did not block the sound at all, so every word was clearly heard by Song Xuanhe.
Upon hearing this, Seventeen looked at Song Xuanhe helplessly, as if wanting to confirm whether he was angry or not.
Noticing Seventeen's gaze, Song Xuanhe turned to look and happened to bump into him. Seventeen was so startled that he immediately took a step back, his face instantly turning red all the way to his ears, and he dared not say a word.
Song Xuanhe frowned and looked him up and down.
Perhaps it was because the scrutinizing gaze was too obvious, Seventeen's originally red face cooled down a little bit, and then gradually turned pale under Song Xuanhe's increasingly furrowed brows, and his expression became nervous.
"what's on your mind?"
Having not been around adolescents for a long time, Song Xuanhe found it difficult to guess what the seventeen-year-old was thinking. He also began to wonder if he had been away from school for too long, causing him to forget whether there had ever been a child like Seventeen who blushed easily, was shy, and was easily frightened in his not-too-distant high school memories.
"I... I still want to ask you." Seventeen met Song Xuanhe's gaze with some trepidation. His eyes trembled before settling down. He pursed his lips again and again, and finally asked: "What is the reason why you chose me?"
Seeing his expression, Song Xuanhe said, "Because of your expression now."
Hearing this, Seventeen was stunned and exclaimed "Ah".
Song Xuanhe opened the door and said calmly, "You don't have to wait for the interview on the 15th. Come to my place for training starting tomorrow. You need to practice your stage steps, manners and expressions. You were unwilling to accept it when those people said that I had poor taste. As long as you can meet my requirements, in four months, your skyrocketing fame will make them swallow their words."
After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.
Seventeen looked at Song Xuanhe's receding back, not knowing what he was thinking of. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter until he disappeared from his sight. Then he turned around, covered his mouth and laughed out loud. His pair of sparkling eyes set on his shy and handsome face were particularly eye-catching.
As soon as Song Xuanhe walked into the office, he was blocked by Zhou Nan who came in out of nowhere. He stopped Song Xuanhe and started to complain: "Brother, why did you turn off your phone? Do you know that your father, your brother, your aunt, my parents, and everyone who knows you and me, are all calling me! I spent the whole afternoon, do you know how I spent the whole afternoon? I finally asked Yu Yan out, and I wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk and get back together, but the call from you ruined it all. Maybe Yu Yan will think it was my old lovers who called me, and I won’t be able to explain it clearly then!"
"Tell me, Song Er, tell me." Zhou Nan took the juice brought by the assistant, drank a sip and said, "Tell me yourself, how big a sin is it to disturb someone's love relationship!"
Song Xuanhe put the information in his hand on the table, bent down to pick up the phone on the sofa, and just as he was about to turn it on, Zhou Nan stopped him and said, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. Not only me, but also the phones of several people in the forest who often go out with us have been blown up. They are all asking about Xiao Yuanmu. If you turn on your phone now, you will probably be eaten by them."
Just after Zhou Nan finished speaking, his cell phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, handed the phone to Song Xuanhe, made a gesture to him, and then answered the phone.
"Hey, uncle, yes, yes, I'm Zhou Nan."
"Song Xuanhe, he's my friend, but I don't know where he is. He and I are friends, not conjoined twins."
"I'm not kidding, really, I really don't know, and I know even less about RE Xiao Yuanmu. I can't even find him, so how can I ask him? Okay, I'll send a message to the group as soon as I get the first-hand information. No, I'm going to send a message to you. Okay, bye uncle."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Nan muted the phone, threw it aside, exhaled, and said, "You must give me that bottle of Bordeaux. Send it to me tomorrow."
Song Xuanhe sneered, "You came here just because you like my wine?"
"Of course not." Zhou Nan said, "And compensation for interrupting my date."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him, Zhou Nan shook his head and sighed, "I guess you have to go back home today. Your dad called my dad today and asked me to find you quickly. I've been vague about it for a long time. If you don't go back, you can't keep the studio's affairs secret any longer."
"I know." Song Xuan's eyes stayed on the boot page, waiting for the home screen to be displayed. However, the phone, which usually booted up quickly, took a long time to enter the home screen. It took about half a minute.
The first thing Song Xuanhe saw was the red bubbles on various social software. Zhou Nan also saw it when he stretched his neck and couldn't help but laugh with glee.
Song Xuanhe ignored him and casually pressed the social software to delete it. However, before he could confirm the uninstallation, the screen turned into a call waiting interface.
Song Xuanhe was very familiar with the number above. It was the main number of the Song residence. Usually, the only person who would call him using this phone was Song Yansong.
"grandfather?"
Song Yansong paused when he heard the call was connected, glanced at Song Guochao and Song Jiabao's family who were standing nearby, then retracted his gaze and asked calmly, "Where are you?"
"I'm in my friend's studio now, what's the matter?" Song Xuanhe asked knowingly.
"Your phone was turned off this afternoon. Your family is very worried about you. I also want to ask you about Xiao Yuanmu's matter. If your friend's studio has nothing to do, come back for dinner."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xuanhe looked at the time. It was already past seven o'clock. The normal dinner time at the Song residence was 6:15 pm. It seemed that Xiao Yuanmu's company had really caused a stir in the Song family.
"This isn't just a storm in the Song family." Zhou Nan said, "The entire world, not just China, is paying attention to this. The storm your ex-boyfriend has stirred up is like a tornado."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him and said, "Are you sure that was Xiao Yuanmu?"
"Of course it's him. Who else could it be?" Zhou Nan said, "Anyone who knows him would have guessed it. What are you going to say to your family? He is the only one who has the R&D data for a new energy source. Not to mention which family, but every country wants to have a piece of this cake. As the ex-boyfriend, you have an absolute advantage. If you get this order for the Song Corporation, you will have to sit in that position in the future."
Knowing that Zhou Nan was worried about him and was also reminding him implicitly, Song Xuanhe patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry."
Zhou Nan put his arm around his shoulders and teased, "Tell me, how did you feel when you found out that your ex-boyfriend became successful right after breaking up with you?"
"Or, tell me how it feels to get your ex-boyfriend back after you dumped him?" Song Xuanhe glanced at him sideways, picked up the car keys on the table, and walked out.
"I feel pain and happiness at the same time." Zhou Nan caught up with him and whistled: "What about you?"
Song Xuanhe: "No feelings."
"You're just kidding." Zhou Nan arched his waist and said frivolously, "Tell me about it. Maybe when they publish a magazine, they'll mention you as the ex-boyfriend who inspired him to work hard. Then everyone will laugh at you for being blind, and I can still explain a few words for you."
"How do you explain it?" Song Xuanhe couldn't help but curl his lips and raised his eyebrows and asked, "Someone else invited you to be on a magazine?"
"That's too much, Song Er!" Zhou Nan scolded with a smile, his face still showing a nonchalant expression: "Tell me, I urgently need to know how my ex-boyfriend feels about his ex-boyfriend. I haven't been able to get Yu Yan for a long time, and I always feel that I don't understand him after being apart for so long. Give me some experience so that I can have a good relationship."
Song Xuanhe paused and said calmly, "If you don't really like someone, don't hire them."
"Fuck - did you, Song Er, say this?"
Zhou Nan stared in surprise for a long time without reacting, until he drove over and sprayed exhaust gas in his face, then he came to his senses and said with a sigh, "The sun is rising from the west, who is this Xiao Yuanmu? Don't tell me he only realized I loved you after we broke up."
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