At this very moment, at this very place, three generations of Chinese models gathered in this small venue to engage in the cruelest battle.
Xiong Dailin, 80, Zhang Zilin, 84, and Liu Wen, 88, were among the first generation. There was a tick at the end of each model's profile.
How many of them had stayed and how many of them had shed tears? After changing into casual clothes, they were led to a spacious conference room and waited in silence.
During this long half an hour, the people in the two rooms, which were divided into male and female groups, began to chat with each other.
Wherever there were people, there would be jianghu. China was a country that paid particular attention to geography, so people were divided into three sections according to their backgrounds.
The mainland, Hong Kong, Macao, and Taiwan.
With the most famous person taking the lead, they formed a few inseparable small groups, but there was one person who became the glue between these groups.
It was Lin Zhiling, who had come to the mainland ahead of time.
Since she was the oldest among them, this observant girl had become a kind elder sister who mediated between the two of them.
The arrogant Le Gay said, "Hmph! I don't know where this group of country bumpkins came from. How could such models, who don't have a sense of being avant-garde, pass the audition?
As a model who had participated in the Dior show in the mainland, she was able to put on airs in front of the newcomers.
As for Liu Wen, who had the coldest and most elegant feeling, she was actually the hottest Hunan girl. She took advantage of her young age and didn't think that being blunt was a bad thing. Instead, she directly put pressure on Le Ji 'er based on objective conditions.
"That's called personality. It would be strange if we weren't Chinese or Western. So what if we're mixed-race? Even Pekingese and Chihuahuas can mix! "
'Do you know what the capital's aunties and I call these dogs? Chuan Chuan! "
Hey! That's so mean!
Hearing Liu Wen's answer, Xiong Dailin and the others couldn't help but laugh.
The Hong Kong models, who had been silent for a long time, were also affected. The female models, who had been in France, England, Portugal and Spain, suddenly started to doubt their lives.
Zhang Zilin, who considered herself a cultured person, added, "According to biological genetics, mixed-race people have weaker resistance, so they are more vulnerable to the same virus."
That's enough! Don't hit me in the face!
As Le Gay was about to explode, the door of the conference room was pushed open.
With a serious expression, Wang Liying, who still had baby fat on her face, began to read out the names of the female models on a short list.
"Le Gay, Lin Zhiling, Zhang Li... Come with me."
The rest of the female models looked at the number of people around them. There were 44, no more, no less. They were young but experienced, so they knew that they would be left behind.
As for the male team, 22 models were left. They were not randomly put together, but they had made great efforts in various areas to make a name for themselves.
Zhao Lei, Zhang Liang, Fu Zhenggang, Zheng Yuguang, Nan Fulong and Ji Huanbo were all male models who would show their brilliance in a few years, or even 10 years, but Qin Guan had caught all of them in one fell swoop.
When everyone in the conference room left, they were led to their mixed-use apartment in the Chaoyang District by the accompanying assistants.
Two people shared a room, and eight people lived together in a big apartment. It was much better than the lives of the models who were still struggling to make ends meet.
Paid training, as well as bonuses for the male and female models with the best reviews during the French Fashion Week, were the ultimate goals of the models who had come from all over the world and were eager to become famous.
They didn't expect to reach Qin Guan's level, but Lv Yan and Du Juan were their goals.
One of them was qualified to stand beside Qin Guan, while the other was able to walk on the runway at the top fashion week.
World-class endorsements were waving at the rising stars. The power of Chinese models was slowly growing in the country of fashion.
Of course, some of the eliminated kids were calm. Lin Zhiling smiled as she held the contract from Boss Xue Yayan for the spring of 2005. The endorsement fee was as high as one million yuan, which made her smile like crescent moons.
This made her leave without a trace of regret.
While Zhou Wenqi and Lin Jiaqi were staying, they had eliminated her, who had the highest endorsement fee in Hong Kong. As the chief representative of Hong Kong, Le Jier was confused.
Therefore, she communicated with her manager and received a reply that made her willing to return. It was a small note.
The words on the note were not perfunctory, but they carried the coldness of a mechanical printer. It made Le Jier, who had recognized the reality, feel the temperature around him drop by a few degrees for no reason.
"Hong Kong people govern Hong Kong because they are leaders of Hong Kong, so they know the current situation of their city better. They can integrate and manage the resources around them according to the city's development plan."
'Similarly, the entry of a big brand must, of course, take into account the acceptance level of this small consumer group. In a different cultural atmosphere and urban country, using local well-known models and stars can open up the local consumer market faster.'
"It is true that Miss Le Geller is the most favored group of people in the Hong Kong industry and the fashion industry, but in the open global space, your qualifications actually do not meet the standards."
"I think, as a model with nearly five years of experience, Miss Le Geller must understand the gap between her own data and that of a supermodel in the world."
"I wonder if Miss Le Geller has ever attended a foreign fashion show in addition to receiving invitations from her agency to attend one of the four major fashion weeks?"
His words had hit the nail on the head. His arrogant feeling of being blinded by a leaf was instantly pierced through by the silver needle called reality.
Le Jier, who had slowly torn the note into pieces, didn't even dare to throw it away. He just stuffed it into his handbag and silently turned around to leave.
The assistant, who had been calm all this while, didn't say anything. To him, the fate of the Hong Kong staff had nothing to do with him.
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