May is the most comfortable time in the imperial capital. The weather is neither hot nor cold and sunny. In addition to the seven-day long holiday on May 10, most people choose to travel at this time.
However, at this time when most people are planning or have already worked out, Song Xuanhe is so busy that he even compresses when eating.
Song Xuanhe kept the matter of opening a studio with Fengtong a secret from the Song family, so besides working in the company during the day, he had to go to the studio to work overtime after work. It has been going on for three months since February. It is estimated that The long-term working mode will continue for a long time in the future.
It seems that there is still a long time to prepare for the autumn and winter fashion week in September, but the team that has just got together still needs to be adjusted, and everyone is still young, so it is inevitable that there will be some bumps, and Song Xuanhe has not yet recruited the right one. As a fitting model, he became more and more busy.
When the Fortune 500 was released at the end of April, a freshly released dark horse attracted the attention of a small number of people, but it did not let Song Xuanhe, who had no interest in finance, discover it until May 16th. When RE company was ranked 55th in the "Top 100 Most Valuable Global Brands in 2066", it caused an uproar all over the world.
Song Xuanhe was inevitably hit by this big wave, because the magazine interview with the president of RE company was immediately exposed on the Internet. Although the magazine did not expose the photo, it exposed the president of the new energy company. Identity - no father and no mother, grew up in Huaguo, has a keen sense of finance since childhood, graduated from a top university in Huaguo, and his name is Xiao Yuanmu.
All of a sudden, everyone who knew Xiao Yuanmu but didn't know Xiao Yuanmu, those who knew Song Xuanhe's relationship with Xiao Yuanmu but didn't know the relationship between Song Xuanhe and Xiao Yuanmu, even those who knew Song Xuanhe or not, all crowded together Come over and ask him about Xiao Yuanmu.
Founded in September last year, it was successfully listed in less than half a year. In just ten months, it squeezed into the Fortune rankings and ranked 55th in the research calculations of the world's authoritative market research company. It is simply jaw-dropping.
Among them, the Song family had the most violent reaction. Not to mention Song Guochao, even Song Xuanlin couldn't resist calling Song Xuanhe, and asked him whether the CEO of RE was really Xiao Yuanmu.
In the studio, Song Xuanhe turned on the hands-free, and kept cutting in his hands. He repeated to Song Xuanlin the flow of the conversation that had been asked countless times by countless people since this morning.
"do not know."
"The above company 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 surname, and the magazine is in English, so the translation may not be the same word, and I'm not sure if it's Xiao Yuanmu."
"I've said it a long time ago, he and I have broken up, and we naturally have no contact now."
"I didn't say I was sure it wasn't him, I just said I didn't know."
"Brother, I still have something to do, hang up."
Song Xuanhe put down the tools in his hands and turned off the phone before the next phone call, and then continued to work with peace of mind. There will be a few fitting models for interviews at five o'clock, and he has no time to deal with these things now.
Feng Tong knocked on the door twice, and after receiving Song Xuanhe's affirmation, she quickly opened the door to come in and then quickly closed it, blocking the sight of other people in the studio.
"I have a hunch that I don't have to worry about the big bosses of the magazines of various brands not accepting the invitations for the fashion week in September."
Song Xuanhe didn't raise his head, and responded perfunctorily, obviously not even listening to what he was saying.
Seeing this, Feng Tong smiled, he was just joking, and the purpose of coming in was not for this, so he quickly turned to discuss with him the weaving materials of his clothes for this season.
When the two talked about their work, they completely forgot themselves, and they didn't remember the passage of time at all. They didn't stop until someone knocked on the door outside. After Song Xuanhe called in, he looked at the time, and raised his hand to signal Feng Tong to take a look. .
At 6:27, nearly an hour and a half had passed since Song Xuanhe's set time for the model interview.
The person who knocked on the door cautiously poked his head in, and said, "Ms. Song, a model left just now because there is still a schedule. Why don't you come out and give them an interview now...?"
"Who left?" Song Xuanhe asked while picking up the interview materials.
The man whispered a name, and it was the one that Song Xuanhe received best met his requirements and the most possible face, and was also the one with the deepest qualifications and the best value.
In the face of a designer who has no achievements in his works, it is normal for such a model who has a small status to have a little temper. In the unspoken rules of the industry, not only the designer chooses the model, but the model also chooses the designer. It’s just such a two-way selection Designers are more active when they reach their peak in the industry.
However, at this time, Song Xuanhe was just a little-known newcomer with no background and no experience in a prestigious school.
Feng Tong turned to look at Song Xuanhe, and said apologetically, "Sorry, I didn't check the time, which caused you to miss the interview."
"It's okay." Song Xuanhe shook his head: "I've seen his catwalk videos and model cards, but his temperament doesn't match my design. Tell other people to go to the dressing room. I'll go and have a look."
The last sentence was to the person who knocked on the door, who hesitated for a moment before answering, and then closed the door.
There was worry hidden in Feng Tong's eyes: "Do you really think that Nicholas is not suitable?"
"real."
Song Xuanhe knew what Fengtong and the front desk assistant were thinking. He undoubtedly felt that among the models willing to work with him, Nicholas was already the best choice. He said that just to save face.
But this is not the case. When he looked at the model card, he also felt that the aura of Nicola and the clothes he designed was compatible, but the model card was no better than the video. After all, what he wanted to fight was not the hard photo level but the T in September. stage debut.
In the video, Nicholas’s aura is not even one-tenth of that on the model card. When Song Xuanhe looked at the model card, he thought that Nicholas could barely wear his clothes. Now that his aura has been weakened so much, he On the contrary, I don't like him very much, I just think it's better to meet a real person before making a decision.
But even if the real person is gone now, he doesn't feel any regrets.
Fengtong knew that Song Xuanhe wasn't a character who would be aggressive, and he knew he really thought so when he heard his answer, but because of this, Fengtong was even more worried: "Xuanhe, I know that the models currently being interviewed may not be the same as you hoped for. There is a certain distance between the models, but I guarantee that this distance will disappear after our first show, and now you may be able to lower your requirements a little bit, after all, September is not far away."
Song Xuanhe got up with the materials, patted Fengtong's shoulder with a smile, and said, "I know it well, don't worry."
…
The interview room is also a fitting room with a runway, and there are still five models waiting, most of them are newcomers who have just entered the industry, so even after waiting for so long, they did not express any strong dissatisfaction, just a little The impatience on the face is still hard to hide.
Song Xuanhe's eyes quickly swept over each of them, and soon got their body data, went in and picked out a few clothes and handed them to the five people respectively, saying: "Go and try it on."
The five looked at each other, seeing Song Xuanhe walked to the sofa in front of the runway and sat down without any intention of speaking, so they hesitated and entered 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: "The ones in the dressing room No. , 2 in order."
The person who stretched his legs retracted his legs, and the model in the middle dressing room opened the curtain and walked out.
Song Xuan raised his chin slightly, looked at people from bottom to top, his gaze was straightforward and with a touch of scrutiny, but his demeanor was too lazy and calm, just sitting in such a simple way, his focused gaze and serious expression were Extra sexy.
"Are you hot?" Song Xuanhe put away his hand on his chin, sat up straight and looked at the model who had already walked to the front of the runway, and said calmly, "It's still too nervous."
"Not hot." The model raised her hand, realized that the scene was put down again, lowered her eyes and whispered: "It's the first interview, I'm a little nervous."
Song Xuanhe raised his eyebrows, looked away from his hands that had no place to rest, and landed on the information, saying: "The name is Seventeen, seventeen years old, and I am currently a sophomore in high school. Are you sure you can ask for leave to fly with us in September?" country?"
"Of course!" Seventeen's eyes lit up, and his mouth involuntarily grinned, revealing two small canine teeth, and said, "I can definitely ask for leave!"
Song Xuanhe glanced at him again, looked away before his ears turned red, nodded noncommittally, and said, "No. 5."
Shi Qi standing on the runway was stunned for a moment, and his elated expression suddenly fell down. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but finally got off the runway and waited quietly beside him.
The models in the back came out one after another. No matter who he saw, the expression on Song Xuan's face did not change at all. It wasn't until several people stood in a row anxiously waiting for the result that he said slowly: "When Zhang Yang walked, The swing of the hand is too stiff, William can usually look in the mirror to practice facial expressions, seventeen is very inexperienced in walking steps, and when he gets to the top, he forgets the original posture, which is a big taboo... "
Song Xuanhe mercilessly pointed out the shortcomings of each of the five people, and then announced under their increasingly embarrassing and unwilling faces: "Seventeen will come to the next round of interviews on the 15th of next month. Everyone else, thank you for participating in today's interview."
Except for the first seventeen people present, the expressions of the other four people were very bad, probably because Song Xuanhe's expressions from the beginning to the end were too calm, even when they pointed out their shortcomings, there was no change in the slightest, and they were calm His appearance dissatisfied several young and energetic models.
One of them couldn't hold back and said, "May I know why the five of us left Seventeen? As far as I know, he is the latest in the industry, only three months old, and you just said that he lacks experience. He made a big mistake when he was on stage, why did he just stay and rule out the four of us."
Song Xuan and Wen Yan glanced at Seventeen, saw his nervous expression, and asked, "Why do you think you stand out among the five?"
Shi Qi froze for a moment, licked his lips nervously and said, "I like this dress. When I wear it, I feel that every detail is very special to me. I, I think it's because of this..."
Song Xuanhe looked at the model just now and said, "Seventeen is inexperienced, but he knew the clothes on him before he put them on, and he loved the clothes he was wearing. On the runway, your first element is Show off the clothes you wear, but you don’t even know how to show the clothes yourself, how can you make the people in the audience like the clothes, of course, I chose him not because of this.”
"What's that?" Shi Qi asked expectantly with his eyes wide open.
Song Xuanhe glanced at him, turned his words around, and said lightly: "The result has come out, everyone can leave."
When Song Xuanhe said that they didn't even understand the clothes, the other people withdrew their angry expressions, and when they heard him say this, they stopped bothering and turned to leave.
When they walked outside, a person said: "I really thought I was a well-known designer, but I still pick on us. There are so many new designers in the fashion anniversary year, and there is only a splash in a few years. There is still September Fashion Week. Maybe when the time comes After going there and coming back, not many people know about them, you can tell from the way he looks at people that his success rate is terribly low, poor teacher Feng might have to be dragged down by him."
The speaker didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the door that hadn't closed in the future didn't stop him in the slightest. Every word was heard clearly in Song Xuanhe's ears.
Shi Qi looked at Song Xuanhe at a loss when he heard the words, as if wanting to make sure if he was angry.
Noticing Shiqi's gaze, Song Xuanhe turned his eyes and bumped into him. Shiqi was so startled that he took a step back immediately, his face flushed all the way to the ears, and he didn't dare to say a word.
Song Xuanhe frowned and glanced at him from top to bottom.
Maybe it's because the scrutinizing gaze was too obvious, Shi Qi's blushing face cooled down a little bit, and then gradually turned pale under Song Xuan's furrowed and tightened eyebrows, and his expression became anxious.
"What are you thinking?"
Having not been with adolescent children for a long time, it was really hard for Song Xuanhe to guess what the seventeen-year-old boy was thinking, and he also began to wonder if he had been away from school for a long time, causing him to forget that it was not too long before him Has there ever been a child like Shi Qi who blushed, shy and easily frightened in his high school memory
"I... I still want to ask you." Shi Qi met Song Xuanhe's gaze with some trepidation, his eyes trembled before he settled down, his mouth pursed again and again, and finally he asked: "Why did you choose me?" what exactly is it?"
Song Xuanhe saw his expression and said, "Because of your expression now."
Hearing this, Shi Qi let out an "ah" in a daze.
Song Xuanhe opened the door, and said lightly: "You don't have to wait for the interview on the 15th, come to me directly for training tomorrow, and you have to train your steps, manners and expressions. When those people say that I have poor eyesight, you don't care Are you willing, as long as you can meet my requirements, after four months, your soaring fame will make them swallow back what they said."
After speaking, he turned and left without looking back.
Shi Qi looked at the back of Song Xuan and Yuan Qu, and thought of something, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter, until he disappeared from sight, he turned around, covered his mouth and laughed, a pair of sparkling eyes On the shy and handsome face, it is particularly eye-catching.
As soon as Song Xuanhe walked into the office, he was blocked by Zhou Nan who didn't know when he came. He stopped Song Xuanhe and began to complain: "Brother, why are you turning off your mobile phone! Do you know that your father and brother Auntie and my parents, everyone who knows you and me, are all calling me! I have an afternoon, do you know how I spent the afternoon! I finally asked Yu Yan out, Originally, I wanted to have a heart-to-heart chat and get back together by the way, but it was all ruined by the phone call from you. Maybe Yu Yan thought it was some old lover of mine who called me at this time, and I can't explain it clearly at that time! "
"Tell me, Song Er, tell me." Zhou Nan took the juice from his assistant, took a sip and said, "Talk about it yourself, what a crime it is to disturb someone's relationship!"
Song Xuanhe put the documents in his hand on the table, bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the sofa, just about to turn it on, Zhou Nan stopped him again and said: "Don't blame my brother for not reminding you, don't say it's me, just tell me Even Lin Zi and a few people who often go out with us to party have their mobile phones blown up, they are all asking about Xiao Yuanmu, you will probably be swallowed by those people when you turn on the phone at this time."
Zhou Nan's cell phone rang just after he finished speaking. He glanced at the caller ID, handed it to Song Xuanhe, and gestured to him before answering the call.
"Hey, Uncle, that's right, I'm Zhou Nan."
"Song Xuanhe, it's good that he's my friend, but I don't know where he is. He and I are friends, and we're not conjoined twins."
"I'm not joking, really, I really don't know, I don't even know about RE Xiao Yuanmu, I can't even find him, how can I ask him, okay, as soon as I get the first-hand information Group sending, ah no, I’m sending you a message, okay, goodbye uncle.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Nan muted the phone, threw it aside and exhaled, "You must give me that bottle of Bordeaux, and it will be delivered to me tomorrow."
Song Xuanhe sneered and said, "Did you come here because you fancy my wine?"
"Of course not." Zhou Nan said, "There is also compensation for interrupting my date."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him, Zhou Nan shook his head, and sighed: "I guess you have to go home today, your dad called my dad today, let me find you quickly, I have been vague for a long time, you have not Go back, and you can't hide anything about your studio."
"I know." Song Xuanhe's eyes stayed on the startup page, waiting for the main screen to be displayed. However, the mobile phone, which usually starts up quickly, did not enter the main screen at this time. It took about half a minute for it to complete.
The first time Song Xuanhe saw the red bubbles on various social software, Zhou Nan stretched his neck to see them too, and couldn't help but gloated and laughed.
Song Xuanhe ignored him, and casually pressed the social software to delete it directly. However, before he could confirm the uninstallation, the screen changed to the waiting call interface.
Song Xuanhe was very familiar with the above number, it was the host number of Song Zhai, and usually Song Yansong was the only one who would use this number to call him.
"grandfather?"
Song Yansong paused when he heard the phone call, and glanced at Song Guochao and Song Jiabao's family who were standing nearby, and looked away and said calmly, "Where are you?"
"I'm in my friend's studio now, what's wrong?" Song Xuanhe asked knowingly.
"Your phone was turned off in the afternoon, and everyone in the family is worried about you. I also want to ask you about Xiao Yuanmu. 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, and the usual dinner time in Song's house was 6:15 in the afternoon, it seemed that Xiao Yuanmu's company had really caused an uproar in Song's house.
"This is not just happening in the Song family." Zhou Nan said: "The whole circle, not just Huaguo, it should be said that the whole world is paying attention to this matter. The storm caused by your ex-boyfriend is considered a tornado according to its level."
Song Xuanhe glanced at him: "Are you sure it's Xiao Yuanmu?"
"Of course it's him, who else but him?" Zhou Nan said: "Anyone who knows him has guessed it. What are you going to say at your house? It's unprecedented. He is the only one who holds the research and development materials for new energy. The cake doesn't say which family, but which country wants to have a bite. As an ex-boyfriend, you have an absolute advantage. If you won this list for Song, you will have to sit in that position in the future if you want to."
Knowing that Zhou Nan was worried about him, Song Xuanhe patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry."
Zhou Nan put his arms around his shoulders and joked, "Tell me, how did you feel after you found out that your ex-boyfriend was so successful as soon as he broke up with you?"
"Why don't you tell me how it feels to get back the ex-boyfriend you dumped?" Song Xuanhe squinted at him, picked up the car keys on the table, and walked out.
"Painful yet happy." Zhou Nan caught up with him and whistled, "What about you?"
Song Xuanhe: "I don't feel anything."
"This is cheating." Zhou Nan arched his waist, and said nonchalantly: "Let's talk about it, maybe when people publish magazines, they will have to mention you, the ex-boyfriend who made him work hard, and everyone will laugh at that time." You have no eyes, I can still explain a sentence or two for you."
"How do you explain it?" Song Xuanhe couldn't hold back his lips, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Anyone else invited you to be on a magazine?"
"It's too much, Song Er!" Zhou Nan scolded with a smile, with an unscrupulous expression on his face: "Let's talk, I urgently need to know how my ex-boyfriend feels about his ex-boyfriend. I can't beat Yu Yan for a long time, and I always feel separated. I haven't known him for so long, let me give you some experience so that you can have a good relationship."
Song Xuanhe paused, and said lightly: "If you don't really like him, then don't recruit him."
"Damn it—you, Song Er, said that?"
Zhou Nan's eyes widened in surprise, and he didn't realize it for a long time. He didn't come back until he drove over and sprayed exhaust fumes on his face. He clicked and said, "The sun is coming out from the west. What kind of god is this Xiao Yuanmu? Don't worry." It’s not the scene where I found out that I love you after we broke up.”