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"I don't allow you to be a model." When she got home at night, Gong Jiang put on the posture of an adult, and stretched out her hand aggressively to Feng Ying, "Give me the business card you got today."

Feng Ying huddled on the sofa, with his palms tightly pressed against his knees, like a child who was seriously punished, dissatisfied with the arbitrariness of the "parents", and fought for his freedom in a small way: "What business card, I don't know."

"My eyesight is 2.0." With a tough attitude, he didn't have anything to say. Didn't he see Boss Tie's little tricks when he was blind?

Feng Ying beat him to death and refused: "No, it's mine."

Gong Jiang was persuasive: "You don't have a mobile phone, so it's useless to have it."

"I can buy it with wages."

Gong Jiang spread out the clean and tidy account book in a flash, and every expense was clearly recorded in neat handwriting: "You still owe me rent, utilities, furniture and daily necessities."

"But……"

Gong Jiang narrowed her eyes: "Yes, no, yes?"

Feng Ying obediently took out the crumpled business card. The ups and downs of the business card symbolized Feng Ying's current mood, which was ups and downs.

"Little Jiang, why?"

Gong Jiang pressed the lighter and lit the business card in the flickering fire, and the golden Watanabe was engulfed by the flames, like a falling star.He didn't say a word, until the business card burned out the last struggling flame in the trash can, then lit a cigarette, and said slowly: "For your own good."

Behind the glamor of the models, there are invisible pains and struggles. It is like a funnel, which contains unspoken rules, intrigues, intrigues and other ironic phenomena, and pours out achievements and incomes that are not equal to the investment.

He is a person who has been there, and he has a deep understanding of the filth and horror of this circle. He is very grateful that he had the umbrella of his grandfather at that time, escorting him all the way, so that he could spend the shortest and most glorious time of his life smoothly and peacefully.Now he is thankful that this ugly scar has blocked those evil claws for him.

He loves the glamor and decency of models, but it doesn't mean he likes the rules of this industry, he even repulses and hates them.How many times do you bow your head in exchange for a nod from others, and how much money you squander to buy a compliment from others?This "how much" is something that even he, who is meticulous in calculating, can't remember.

In this industry, what you have to learn is to put aside your dignity, bow your head and bow your head, start from the humblest dust, and then rely on hard work and strength to build the top of the pyramid.

He never let his models accept unspoken rules, he would rather work harder, keep a low voice, and want to protect them, but he couldn't bear the fact that some models were blackened by fame and fortune, betrayed their souls, and then stirred into a puddle of muddy water. It cannot be washed white.

Feng Ying has a noble soul—sensible, polite, and good at life.He didn't want such a beautiful soul to be stained by this pool of muddy water, and he didn't want such a good person to bow his noble head and beg for perfection.

Feng Ying should be standing at the top of the golden pyramid, stepping on the colorful rainbow bridge, and walking towards the broad sky.From the starting point, it is necessary to draw a line of rank and rank with lowly and humble people like them.

The curling smoke was blown away by the wind, and a pair of arms stretched out from behind, gently wrapping around Gong Jiang's shoulders.

"Xiao Jiang, but I want to enter your world, I want...you..."

The wind gently erased the words between "I think" and "you". Gong Jiang didn't catch the key point and looked back at Feng Ying: "What are you thinking? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's nothing." Feng Ying let go of her arms and put on a relaxed smile, "I said I want to be a model, because my dream is to stand on the catwalk like my idol and get warm applause."

Gong Jiang didn't take his words seriously, did she pursue idols desperately? This is a unique phenomenon for young people. When she grows up in a few years, she will think why she was so secondary. "Who is your idol?"

Feng Ying paused for a short while before saying the name of a well-known supermodel: "Pei Yu."

Gong Jiang didn't think about what the momentary pause meant, she just thought that Feng Ying didn't call out the idol's name because she was too nervous and excited.

"It's okay to chase stars, but don't chase them too unrealistically." Gong Jiangyu taught earnestly, "Pei is number one in the world, even I have never met him, you should save yourself, idols are for attention, not for I came to catch up. If you like an idol, you have to do the same job as him, and that person will be exhausted."

"I'm not afraid of being tired, I just want to be with him."

"Okay, okay," Gong Jiang didn't feel relieved, and waved her hand casually, "Anyway, you can't discuss being a model. Young people should study hard or work hard, and don't do these useless things. Idols can only be far away." Don’t look at people you can’t get close to, don’t think about them.”

Feng Ying looked at Gong Jiang's leaving back in the dark, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Jiang, you don't understand my heart at all."

Gong Jiang never let Feng Ying go, and Feng Ying didn't dare to disobey Gong Jiang's intentions, so the matter was revealed over time.Unexpectedly, things in the world always change so fast and so fast, and it happens so quickly that there is no time to make preparations.

"What?" Gong Jiang shouted in surprise, "Terminate the contract collectively?"

The explosive atomic bomb exploded in the ear, almost breaking the nerves. Gong Jiang clenched the phone tightly and confirmed it again and again in disbelief, but she heard the cruel and cold voice on the other end of the phone repeat it.

"Yes, it's the collective termination of the contract! Let me count, one, two... There are 23 models in total, and [-] of them are under your command!" Mr. Tie's anxious voice was like dense drumbeats, crackling like a urging death, "Don't talk about it, you hurry to the company to solve it, and leave so many models in one go, tomorrow we will be on the headlines of Times Entertainment News!"

Gong Jiang made an appointment with a big brand at [-] o'clock today, and the appointment had to be canceled when this tricky bomb was dropped.I contacted the brand owner by phone, repeatedly apologized to the cold-faced party, and accepted the other party's scolding, only to ask the other party's reluctant forgiveness.Then, Gong Jiang rushed out, took a taxi, and rushed to the company.

This was the most disgraceful time in the second half of his life. His hair was not sprayed with hairspray, and the broken hair was messy on his head. Rebellion, the button of the shirt was only half buttoned, the tie was not tied in time, the leather shoes were not polished, he was embarrassed and useless.

After entering the company's gate, he first went to the large conference room to discuss countermeasures according to the instructions of Mr. Tie.

Just as the door of the conference room was opened a crack, Mr. Tie, like a mad lion, said straight to the face: "Gong Jiang, we were all killed by you!"

The author has something to say:

Feng Ying: "Xiao Jiang is in trouble. I want to know what will happen next. Click on the next chapter... Ah, it's so awkward. Why do I want to be a broadcaster? It's so troublesome. I want a salary increase."

The author ran away pretending not to hear...

Thank you Xiaoyi da mine, Mua~