After three years in the entertainment industry, Meng Huo understood a little bit.

When choosing a spokesperson for a top luxury brand, they don’t actually count on the amount of purchases from fans, but more on whether the spokesperson fits the brand’s philosophy and image.

Last year, a certain luxury car brand found a popular trafficker to shoot an advertisement. It was just a promotion, not an endorsement, and was scolded by the car owner as a hot search.The luxury car keys in the comment area are like lemons.The brand side had the permission to advertise on the same day, and for a long time, that traffic was a joke after dinner.

Being rich is really so capricious!

However, judging from the overwhelming coverage and the money-free investment, it can be seen that the audience should be very satisfied with this spokesperson.

Like this kind of high-end watches with hundreds of thousands of entry-level watches and millions of pieces at every turn, the brand concept is in the final analysis one word-"expensive".

Noble and elegant, even the high-grade luster of a small screw seems to say: I am very noble, and you are not worthy of mortals.

Meng Huo looked at that face repeatedly, tsk, it's quite expensive.

The thin and narrow eyelids just casually raised, and the cold and restrained sense of abstinence almost broke through the screen and rushed towards his face.

Obviously, the man's white shirt on the LED is buttoned down to the Adam's apple, not an inch of extra skin is exposed, but the look in the eyes of all sentient beings is the moment when the man takes off the watch.The top level of desire is the moment when the gentle scum loses its skin.

That's right, it's the kind of feel that no one can afford to sleep on!

As expected of the brand side, it really will pick people!

After dinner, Meng Huo took a walk along Huanyu Square to digest his food.

The giant building with a huge area is a symbol of the strength and financial resources of the Huanyu Consortium: the work of closing the mountain by an international architect himself, and has won numerous international architectural awards. The appearance is very modern and design, with a streamlined shape.Metallic luster, bright light and shadow, you can see sculptures designed by well-known artists if you take two steps in the outer circle.

Without hesitation, Meng Huo happily joined forces with decadent capitalism.

He admired it in a circle, walked nearly a third of it, and saw the young man holding a sign in the middle of the square.Black T and black trousers, unshaven beard, only those eyes, flashing deep and melancholy—artist!

In the evening, the passenger flow was turbulent, and the passers-by who passed by the young man turned their heads frequently, with unstoppable curiosity in their eyes.

There are two lines of big characters written on the wooden sign:

To help the artistic dream, we sincerely invite models for cooperation.

The youth's performance art was very eye-catching, and even a small anchor who was broadcasting live in the square sent a few close-up shots, and soon someone stepped forward to recommend himself.

The man is tall and thin, with a light gold frame and light eyebrows. He is dressed quite differently from others, and his appearance is also a "high-end style" favored by the fashion circle.

Meng Huo smiled, and now the youth's artistic dream should be preserved.

But the young man only glanced at him, then shook his head and said calmly, "You can't."

The senior-faced friend stood up for him to defend him.

"How is it possible? Take a good look! Do you know how many followers he has on his account?"

There is a lot of posture that if he doesn't tell the reason, it won't be over.

The young man frowned, as if he thought his request was strange."Well, actually, you are too ugly."

He reported a bunch of numbers professionally, saying that the legs of the senior face are not long enough, the shoulders are not wide enough, and the angle of the mandible is not sexy enough, and: "To be honest, I don't have this cool blonde hair. Remove the eyebrow studs and replace them with white T-shirts., I couldn’t find you even if I threw you into the crowd.”

What he needs is not a handsome man with a sense of atmosphere piled up by packing makeup and hair, but a good-looking guy who is magnified eight times under the lens without dead ends.

Senior's face was hit knowingly, it felt like a dog sleeping on the side of the road was kicked.

"With such high vision, what price do you offer?"

The youth held out a finger.

"1000."

"One hour?" the senior face asked.

A slightly better model is now selling for at least twice that price.

The youth shook his head.

"No, one day."

The senior smiled, and didn't even bother to argue with him,

Pulling friends away.

"Forget it, mental disorder..."

Recruiting people according to the standards of the Top 100 global model list, the result is poor.If a model can be found, his name is written upside down.

Meng Huo was originally just a melon-eating crowd, and after watching the excitement, he was a little moved after hearing the salary.

He worked diligently throughout the year without a break for three years, and actually made a lot of money, but at the beginning the original owner was overwhelmed by love, the overlord clause was signed for 20 years, and the share was particularly dead, the brokerage company was nine, and Meng Huo was one.

The little money he saved would be used to pay liquidated damages.

Lu Yu, as the patron, is a dog, but like all overbearing bosses, he is very generous in his actions.Relying on those ill-gotten gains, Meng Huo can actually live a very chic life.It's a pity that the original text specifically emphasized that when Meng Huo left the apartment in despair, he didn't take any money with him.

The offline is very innocent, very noble, very different from others, and very different from those coquettish sluts who only care about money but not love.

Spendthrift and foolish for short.

So now, after paying the room fee and excluding the bank card deposit, Meng Huo only has disposable property on hand: 800 yuan.

It is not enough to sit and eat.But it was also stipulated in the terms of the Bawang that Meng Huo could not bypass the company to take on various private jobs, blocking his way of earning a living in one step.

However, this kind of extra money that can be traded in cash is different.

1,000 yuan, not even the tax threshold.

A dog is not too poor, and a poor man is not too poor.

Meng Huo bowed his head, straightened his clothes, and walked forward.

Meng Huo wasn't stupid either, he didn't intend to directly express his purpose of coming, he was going to chat first, making side-stepping remarks.

After all, although he is poor, if the model's photos are particularly unhealthy, 1,000 yuan is not enough for him to sell his soul.

"Brother, ask me." Meng Huo put his hands in his pockets and asked casually, "Your dream of helping art written on this board, what kind of dream is it? What is the purpose of recruiting this model?"

The young man looked at his face and was stunned.

This time he was not irritable, and he was quite patient: "Don't call me big brother, I'm a junior at the School of Fashion and Technology in front of me, we should be about the same age, you can call me Little Yu."

Little Yu put down the sign and swipe a photo from his phone to show him.

Meng Huo stared at the full English email, spelling out the English words that were difficult to pronounce.

"International Youth Fashion Designer Competition?"

Little Yu nodded proudly: "Yes, what I showed you just now is my finalist notification for the rematch."

This is an area Meng Huo is not familiar with, but it seems quite formal, even the email notifications are in English, French, Chinese and Japanese.

Little Yu sighed: "The International Youth Fashion Designer Competition is held every three years, and 90% of the entries will be rejected in the preliminary round. It is the dream of every fashion designer to get a reply to this email!"

Meng Huo nodded and praised sincerely: "Then you are very good."

Little Yu scratched his head and sighed: "...That's useless. The preliminary competition only needs to submit design drafts, but the semi-finals require designers to produce the entries, find models to wear the works, and record a video display."

But he spent three years of scholarship just to make this suit, and he also paid for the next month's living expenses...

"Many of the participating designers are cutting-edge luxury, frequent visitors of Fashion Week, or have established their own brands at a young age, no matter how bad they are, they have studied in Paris and London art colleges for several years. I am a small town with no background.Boy, it is already a miracle to pass the preliminary round..."

It may have been a long time since he had talked to anyone, but Little Yu immediately opened up the chatterbox, and the bitterness couldn't stop coming out.

It is self-evident how much influence the model has on the work, otherwise there would be no one who "looks good in a sack", and someone who "wouldn't look like a prince in a dragon robe".

The works that won the top three places in the semi-finals can be exhibited at Paris Fashion Week, and there will be resources and exposure from various fashion magazines, the best layout, countless honors and olive branches...

All the designers who entered the semi-finals put in all their strength, invited the top supermodels, rented the most advanced venues, and tried their best to present their works perfectly.

But he has nothing.

Meng Huo was still playing for tickets at first, and he thought it would be fine if he failed, but after seeing Little Yu's entry, he became a bit serious.

Compared with men's clothing and women's clothing, there are relatively few tricks to play.It's easy to go off the beaten track or fall into a rut, but Meng Huo saw inspiration and precious innovation in Little Yu's suit.

Little Yu was moved while talking: "...that curly grass pattern looks simple, I embroidered it for a day and a night, more than 20,000 stitches..."

This suit is modern and advanced in tailoring, but at the same time it is based on ancient embroidery patterns. Modern and ancient, Western and Eastern aesthetics collide, interweave and perfectly blend together.

Meng Huo tilted his head and smiled at him: "Can you see me?"

"Let me tell you first, I'm not a professional model."

He has only walked the red carpet a few times and photographed a few magazines, and due to the setting of the original text, he has done very poorly.

The irritable old man took off his glasses and wiped away his tears. He was still dazed. Hearing his words, he turned 360 degrees around him and looked carefully back and forth.

Then he asked Meng Huo a few more figures.

Meng Huo answered truthfully.

Little Yu's expression became a little weirder.

"What's wrong?"

Little Yu shook his head.

The clothes he made according to the measurements of the golden ratio.

It was just right, exactly.

Little Yu still shook his head.

Faced with his rejection, Meng Huo was not as surprised as the senior face just now, but chuckled lightly: "Me too? I don't look good?"

"Fart." Little Yu rolled his eyes at him, "Do you know what your market will be like in the model market?"

Little Yu was thinking about him from the bottom of his heart, and didn't want to lie to Lengtouqing."To be honest, I'll quote 1,000. Excluding the venue and equipment, it will cost you at most 800."

"Enough." Meng Huo nodded lightly.

It's too high and he can't accept it.

Little Yu looked at him like a fool for three seconds, and saw that Meng Huo was serious and didn't joke with him.

"But..." Meng Huo frowned, looking embarrassed.

"Why? You want to go back on your word! It's too late!"

Fearing that he would run away, Little Yu immediately forced him to add WeChat.

"Pay 400 deposit first, and I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

It has been five days since received the call from the agent.

Meng Huo is being encouraged by Little Yu, who is "very nice, turn a little side, and show a positive face", posing in various cool poses, turning the street into a show, and the square into a catwalk.

The aunts and sisters passing by couldn't recognize him, but felt that the boy was not bad, so he took a photo and sent it to Moments to invite everyone to admire the handsome boy.

Meng Huo kept in mind Little Yu's advice: don't laugh, be cold-faced, and be cool!

At this time, received a call from Wang Kun.

He exuded the coldness of "It's getting cold, Huan Xing Entertainment should go bankrupt", and he accepted it.

"Hello?" Meng Huo said with a cold face and a lazy voice.

The agent sounds cooler than him.

"I'll give you half an hour, come to the company immediately."