Chapter 20

Ming Yu was popular. He didn't really feel it, but Zhao Rui was well aware of it.

"In the past two days, the number of gifts sent to the company has increased and the fans on your official website and weibo are also rising!” Zhao Rui showed the IPad while speaking emotionally, "Ming Yu, you are really popular! Remember to wear a mask and sungla.s.ses when you go out later. Don't get in trouble!"

Ming Yu put down the magazine after hearing this and looked at his agent with a dumbfounded expression. "Brother Zhao, when have you every seen me without a mask when going out? This is Beijing, I really can't live if I don't wear a mask."

Ming Yu's voice faded, while a woman finished going through the materials and said with a laugh. "Ming Yu, be careful. I remember that you have a little allergic rhinitis, remember to always bring a medicine spray with you. There is more likely to be an outbreak of rhinitis on hazy days, so be careful."

"Okay, Sister Luo."

The company had a.s.signed Luo Ru as Ming Yu's a.s.sistant two days ago. Although she was just an a.s.sistant, Luo Ru's strategist demeanor and calm way of speaking impressed Zhao Rui, who allowed her to partic.i.p.ate in some of Ming Yu's activities.

Luo Ru was a woman with long hair who wore it in a ponytail. She wore silver gla.s.ses and always wore a decent traditional suit, unlike the models and agents. For example, Zhao Rui wore casual clothing. Luo Ru seemed more like a white-collar elite who worked nine to five.

At this moment, she was sorting through the invitations sent to Ming Yu. Some of them were distributed by the company, but most were directly sent by the company involved. Since Ming Yu had gained a bit of fame, the company raised his rank to the second-tier. There were even many fas.h.i.+on magazines and entertainment shows that threw him an olive branch.

However, Ming Yu was still in the early stages so the invitations were of varying quality, requiring careful selection by Zhao Rui and Luo Ru. After an afternoon of careful selection, Zhao Rui held two notices and hesitated. "The small supporting role in the movie means you can enter the entertainment industry, but this talk show is also not bad. It is really difficult to choose."

The fas.h.i.+on industry and entertainment industry seemed unrelated, but they were actually inextricably linked.

For example, Wu Yuzhen played the guest role of a small police officer in a movie and got the nickname of 'Sir Wu', resulting in more fans in the fas.h.i.+on industry.

But in general, it was rare for someone to work actively in both fields. After all, it required a lot of energy as well as talent. A supermodel didn't necessarily have superb acting, while a movie actor might not be able to control his aura on the catwalk.

Wu Yuzhen succeed, but since then, he never accepted any TV series or movie invitations. He solely devoted himself to the fas.h.i.+on industry. Ming Yu's status was lower than Wu Yuzhen's at that time, and he knew that there was some risk in entering the entertainment industry.

Ming Yu thought for a moment after hearing Zhao Rui's words and asked, "Brother Zhao, what type of role is it?"

Luo Ru directly replied. "It is a suspense movie. A group of young people courted disaster and called a spirit. They died one by one, leaving only the heroine alive. She paused before adding. "The movie side invited you to play the role of the first person who dies in the school. This movie has a small budget and your image is good. The compensation isn't high, but it is a good choice for you."

Ming Yu couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He raised his hand and asked, "Can I know if this is the first 'Spirit Calling'?"

Luo Ru and Zhao Rui were surprised because Ming Yu bluntly said the movie name 'Spirit Calling.' After a moment, Zhao Rui replied, "This is the fifth. The director has previously directed four Spirit Callings. The first box office result was good, but the others fell flat.

Ming Yu realized that it was nothing more than a series of movies. The director’s mind:

The first movie: "Take a story no one has made. How about calling a spirit?"

The second movie: "Wow, the first box office result was so high! Let's make a second one!"

The third movie: "The box office might be a bit lower than before, but I am familiar with this story. Continue to shoot it!"

The fourth movie: "…Shoot it."

The fifth movie: "No, I have a breaktrhough! Simply find handsome people and focus on the face!"

……

Huaxia's suspense horror movies were fundamentally unchanged in this world, so Ming Yu knew all about it. He was a horror movie enthusiast. Unfortunately, Huaxia's horror movies were a bit scary but didn't have enough b.l.o.o.d.y stimulation. Meanwhile, the European and American horror movies were b.l.o.o.d.y, but there wasn't enough suspense.

Of course, to put it plainly, Ming Yu had played an important supporting role in a movie in his previous life.

n.o.body was perfect. Ming Yu might've been the unique top male model of China at that time, but his acting skill was unacceptable. The movie peeled a layer of skin of Ming Yu and strengthened his determination not to go into acting.

And now…

“Brother Zhao, I think the talk show is good." Ming Yu smiled at his agent and a.s.sistant and explained. "The series of movies won't expand my popularity that much, so the compensation isn't worth it. The talk show is the opposite."

Zhao Rui nodded. "I think so as well. But do you really not want to cameo in a movie to increase your popularity?"

Ming Yu firmly shook his head. "Right now, I am still in the early stages and don't see the need to cross industries. SIster Luo, don't you think so?"

Luo Ru gently nodded and expressed her approval.

Zhao Rui no longer tried to persuade him. Ming Yu's words made sense and Zhao Rui had no opinion. Thus, it was decided that Ming Yu would go on a talk show after the Pei Feng fas.h.i.+on show.

Three days later was the official opening of Pei Feng's autumn fas.h.i.+on show. During this period, Ming Yu had nothing to do. However, he kept up his energy by watching Cheng Su's many catwalks. From his debut to when he became popular, Ming Yu looked at Cheng Su growing step by step until he became a large tree.

Cheng Su had a bit of talent and was clever, but he also knew how to grab opportunities. These types of people would become popular.

Everything was reasonable.

Pei Feng's official autumn fas.h.i.+on show of 2016 dawned. Luo Ru arrived early in the morning and took Ming Yu to the venue. It was still dawn, but Luo Ru took into account the potential traffic jam. They arrived at the hall at Beijing's Fifth Ring Road at exactly 8 o'clock.

As a model in the show, Ming Yu walked directly through the side door, allowing him to miss the reporters blocking the main entrance. Zhao Rui had already been waiting at the venue for some time. After seeing that Ming Yu arrived, he directed Ming Yu to the dressing room.

This time, Ming Yu's make-up artist wasn't Xiao Chen. All of Pei Feng's first-tier make-up artists were present. They were skilled, allowing the same smoky make-up to have different effects on each model's face.

The female make-up artist waited until Ming Yu's make-up was finished before smiling and shaking hands with him. "Xiao Chen is my apprentice. He told me about you. Ming Yu, thank you for taking care of him last time."

Ming Yu was slightly startled by the words, before smiling gently. "It is Brother Chen who took care of me, Sister Zheng."

The youth's gentle and soft smile caused Sister Zheng to be slightly startled. Ming Yu was turning to go when she suddenly stopped him. He looked at her with surprised eyes and she said, "Ming Yu, if you don't mind, can I add a mole on you?  Looking at the overall feeling of your make-up, I think the effect will be better if a mole was added."

Ming Yu was familiar with the overall aspects of modelling, but he wasn't a master when it came to make-up. Sister Zheng had served as Pei Feng's make-up artist for many years, so she naturally would have siperior vision. Therefore, Ming Yu calmly accepted Sister Zheng's proposal, allowing her to gently draw a mole under his right eye.

It was just a seemingly simple mole, but it made Luo Ru look stunned.

Before leaving the dressing room with Ming Yu, Luo Ru solemnly handed her business card to Sister Zheng.

When Zhao Rui came with his clothes, he also looked slightly shocked when he saw Ming Yu. Zhao Rui asked, "Who gave you the mole? It feels so different! Ming Yu, this make-up artist's skills are really superb. It is the same smoky make-up as last time, but you feel quite different."

Ming Yu naturally looked in the mirror to check his current appearance. Therefore, he laughed when he heard Zhao Rui's words. "Sister Zheng is a very powerful make-up artist." He paused and turned to Luo Ruo. "Sister Luo, just now, you gave your business card to Sister Zheng right?"

Luo Ru suddenly stared at his words. After a long moment, she nodded. "Yes, I gave her a business card."

Ming Yu didn't speak again and Luo Ru no longer answered.

As Luo Rui made arrangements with the Pei Feng people about the final catwalk plan, Ming Yu looked between Luo Ru and Zhao Rui before slightly narrowing his eyes.

Luo Ru, this person was extremely smart and she had various methods. How could the company arrange such a smart person to be his a.s.sistant? If this person was given the chance, she could definitely become a first-tier agent.

"Ming Yu, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Rui's voice suddenly interrupted Ming Yu's thoughts. Ming Yu turned to look at his own stupid but good agent and sighed deeply. Luo Ru was a newcomer and was already capable of being first-tier. Meanwhile, his own agent had been in the fas.h.i.+on industry for four or five years. Not only did he not know how to establish a network of first hand connections, he was actually worse than Luo Ru…

Was this the 'silly' blessing that silly people had?

Zhao Rui, who had the 'silly blessing' was seriously urging him. "Ming Yu, the rehearsals will begin soon. You have walked a show for more than six months, so pay attention to finding the right feeling. The clothing doesn't drag and it is easy to walk, but you have to…"

Shortly after a quick rehearsal, the afternoon fas.h.i.+on show would officially open.

At this time, a handsome and upright man got out of a luxurious European car in front of the huge entrance of the venue. He waited for the other man to get out of the car and they walked together towards the door.

Chapter 21

Pei Feng's theme for this quarter was 'Grey Blue Underground River.'

In the centre of this s.p.a.cious and large venue, there was a П shaped stage. Unlike the single 'T' shape catwalk of the last century, this inverted 'Π' shape allowed the guests to become more familiar with the clothing and models, as well as giving them a better visual experience.

Dark grey chairs were placed on both sides of the stage, presumably to reflect the theme. Pei Feng's officials were determined to create a transparent s.p.a.ce below the stage which a river flowed through. Thus, when the models were walking, the dark river would flow quietly beneath their feet.

Before the fas.h.i.+on show started, people in the venue started talking about the interior design.

“Old Zu, look at this. Doesn't the dry branches represent the depression of autumn?"

"Well, Pei Feng always throws money at their fas.h.i.+on show. The layout is very carefully considered. These withered branches reflect the bleak autumn, but also shows the theme of grey-blue. Very clever!"

“I think this dark river design is the most unique. Do you remember the last year's show in Milan, the runway that Ica carried out…"

……

Such conversations were common in the venue. Most of the guests present were industry-renowned designers, photographers, big-name models, editors, reporters and photographers of major magazines.

After all, Pei Feng was a big second-tier domestic brand. This fas.h.i.+on show attracted a lot of media attention. For example, the editor-in-chief of Lanka, Yang Kangzheng personally arrived in order to write an article.

Lanka was a veteran first-tier Huaxia magazine. Logically speaking, its editor-in-chief shouldn't be personally going to Pei Feng's fas.h.i.+on show and even writing a special report about it. However, Yang Kangzheng was here.

Yang Kangzheng sat in the middle of the first row of the first T runway. He was playing with the SLR camera in his hand to prepare for the photos he would take.

Yang Kangzheng was able to sit in the first row of the second-tier Pei Feng, but his photographer wasn't qualified. Therefore, Yang Kangzheng intended to personally take photos of the models.

Once colleagues found that Yang Kangzheng was in his seat, they all came to greet him. They didn't say in, but Yang Kangzheng could see doubts in their eyes. Since when was Yang Kangzheng relegated to a second-tier fas.h.i.+on show?

Yang Kangzheng was really suffering in his heart!

As the editor-in-chief of Lanka, it stood to reason that he should be one of the big names in the fas.h.i.+on industry right?

Certainly not!

In recent years, Lanka's sales were really mediocre. Don't even talk about the other first-tier magazines of Huaxia. Their sales were about to drop below Meditation Road and Xiu Feng, two relatively good second-tier magazines.

This year, the board of directors decided there had to be a big turning point to change this bad situation. Therefore, during this period, Yang Kangzheng personally partic.i.p.ated in the press interviews and photo shoots of many magazines. Now he directly came to Pei Feng's fas.h.i.+on show!

Yang Kangzheng want to wear a mask on his face and write 'I am not Yang Kangzheng. You have mistaken me for someone else…'

The confused eyes of his peers stayed on him until five minutes before the fas.h.i.+on show was going to start, then they gradually subsided. Yang Kangzheng was relieved. There wasn't much time left, so this group of gossipy old people couldn't see him as a joke anymore!

Come to think of it, Yang Kangzheng was surprised to find that there were actually two empty seats!

…This wasn't right? Since they accepted Pei Feng's invitation, shouldn't they be present?

The confused Yang Kangzheng then found a hand touching the chair. He looked at the appearance of the two men who just arrived and his eyes widened. It was with horror and an expression that couldn't be described—

Xi Ze!!

Oh, and his agent Ding Bo.

But the important thing was, Xi Ze!!!

Yang Kangzheng was here due to extenuating circ.u.mstances, but why was Xi Ze present?

This person had been too busy with all the advertis.e.m.e.nts recently, and wasn't the new supermodel rankings to be released next month?

Then why was he here?

Yang Kangzheng was thinking too much, while the dark light swallowed his confusion, as the venue plunged into darkness. There was the faint sound of water rippling, then this subsided and soothing music was heard.

All of a sudden! The lights on the runway lit up!

At this point, it was the official state of Pei Feng's Autumn 2016 'Grey Blue Underground River' fas.h.i.+on show!

Yang Kangzheng craned his neck to try and see Xi Ze sitting opposite him. However, it was so dark that he could only see the handsome outline, not his expression. Yang Kangzheng wanted to do something more, but he was surprised to find that Xi Ze was looking at him, followed by a faint smile.

Seeing this, Yang Kangzheng immediately nodded in response.

He was no longer given an opportunity to express anything as the sound of shoes was heard from the innermost part of the stage, attracting all eyes there. Yang Kangzheng instantly turned to look at the opening model, raising his SLR to take a photo.

Have you ever seen the world's most overbearing beauty?

If you haven't seen it, it was a great pity!

On this bright and s.h.i.+ning stage, where all the lights were focused on them, each model walked gracefully on the long and narrow T stage. Their prideful stance revealed their beauty to everyone present.

On the runway, they were the most well-deserved Venus.

No one could look away from that convergence of light. They were infected by the dazzling gestures and eventually surrendered!

The opening model of this season's fas.h.i.+on show was the first-tier actress, Zhao Liwen. She wore a long linen-coloured dress with grey-blue silk thread woven through it in an ethnic style, giving off a strong national wind!

After Zhao Liwen, tall and beautiful female models steadily walked down the long T stage.

The gentle music became the models' foil, their tall and beautiful posture attracted the attention of the audience. Lights kept flas.h.i.+ng as photos were taken of their beautiful and elegant gestures.

After the first round of female models, it was time for the male models to debut. This fas.h.i.+on show might have a fairly sophisticated design and the clothing was very good, but for Yang Kangzheng, it was average when compared to all the fas.h.i.+on shows he saw this year.

Who is Yang Kangzheng?

Editor-in-chief of a Huaxia first-tier magazine!

Pei Feng attempted new ideas in recent years, but it didn't enter his eyes. The clothes were really food and the models were also okay. However, there was no fresh impact on the eye, so it could barely be considered an excellent fas.h.i.+on show.

Many people thought that in a fas.h.i.+on show, the only protagonist was the clothes. The models could only be considered a supporting role.

Of course, this didn't mean that everything came from the clothes. A powerful supermodel could demonstrate their unique aura while displaying the clothes, making even ordinary clothing look outstanding.

What type of supermodel you ask?

Yang Kangzheng was sitting across from him!

Yang Kangzheng raised his SLR and took a picture, but his heart was feeling, 'I must meet that man!'

The idea hadn't disappeared from his brain when Yang Kangzheng suddenly heard a photographer next to him whispering, "Hey, this model isn't bad. The leather jacket is…"

Yang Kangzheng unconsciously turned to look at the model when he heard this, only to suddenly stop!

In the last century, there was a saying that models didn't need to look too superior. They were just the foil of the clothes, and they needed to not be noticed before the clothes. People who looked beautiful definitely weren't good models.

The 'clothes are the leader' theory was gradually replaced by another voice in this century: Clothes and models were always complementary. Models that showed off the beauty of the clothes were good models and shouldn't be suppressed by anyone.

Yang Kangzheng was always a fan of the latter saying, and he was now even more convinced.

Yes! Models and clothes were complementary!

Don’t believe him? Then look at the boy in front of him!

The enchanting and seductive smoky make-up didn't show a single trace of femininity. Rather, it demonstrated an alternative neutral beauty. He wore a dark-grey leather jacket with a slightly long hem that covered his hips, but couldn't hide his slender legs.

Inside was a dark blue thin s.h.i.+rt. The youth's slightly lifted collarbone shone in the light, making him seem vulnerable and fragile. His slightly longer black hair was swept to the side with hairspray, exposing the right side of his delicate face. Under the right eye, a black mole was dazzling under the glaring lights.

If his appearance made the guests unable to ignore the boy, then they really paid attention to his calm and imperious momentum.

The teenager walked quietly and steadily on the gla.s.s, but every calm step made people feel a tightness in their hearts.

Yang Kangzheng had been to numerous fas.h.i.+on shows and saw many models with good looks, but he never saw a model with such an aura at a second-tier fas.h.i.+on show!

Yang Kangzheng could report the top 100 male and female supermodels on the rankings right now. However, he had never seen this young man and didn't even know his name!

Was this a good model?

He must be!

For the first time in this fas.h.i.+on show, Yang Kangzheng noticed the clothing. The cool and handsome leather style made Yang Kangzheng stare for a long time, while the silver chain placed on the trouser leg broke a few convex designs.

The model in these clothes…

No! He increased the beauty of the clothing by a factor of 10!

Yang Kangzheng immediately raised his SLR and kept shooting. It seemed like the audience had the same idea as him as the sound of clicking filled the venue.

After the boy disappeared around the corner to the other side of the catwalk, Yang Kangzheng couldn't help looking at his back several times, even ignoring Cheng Su who appeared next.

At this point, the first round of the fas.h.i.+on show was temporarily over. But it wasn't finished yet, next—

It was the second round!