I stole the hero's golden finger

Zhao Ziheng is 1.9 meters tall, and his frame is a circle bigger than Lin Feng's. His muscles are tight and he looks very explosive. His tall body can give people a lot of pressure.

No one expected that Lin Feng would do such a trick suddenly.

Wang Yile was dumbfounded.

All the models watching in the hall were stunned—shocked.

Didn't realize that Lin Feng is so ruthless!

"Lin Feng, you fucking dare to hit me!"

Zhao Ziheng screamed angrily, got up from the ground, picked up a skateboard at hand, and threw it at Lin Feng with his head covered his face.

The model A at the next table was afraid of harming Chi Yu, so she hurriedly stood up to take the battlefield, but she got up too hastily, and accidentally overturned the table. There was a cup of warm soybean milk on the table.

The soy milk was freshly ground, and it was a little hot. Model A planned to open the lid to cool it down, but it just spilled out, right at Zhao Ziheng's feet.

Therefore, in full view of everyone, Zhao Ziheng hugged the skateboard and knelt down in front of Lin Feng with a grim expression.

Everyone: "..."

hiss!Knee pain~~~

Zhao Ziheng: "Uh!!!!!!"

Lin Feng looked down at Zhao Ziheng, put his hands behind his back, and said, "It's not necessary to do such a grand ceremony."

Zhao Ziheng: "Ah!! Lin Feng, I'll fucking kill you!!"

Zhao Ziheng got up suddenly, and was about to smash the skateboard when he lifted it.

Suddenly there was a strong force coming from the side of the waist, no one expected that Cheng Congcong would suddenly kick out.

Zhao Ziheng tilted his body and threw himself on the table. The table fell on the chair, and the chair fell to the side table.

After a while of "ding ding bang bang", the coffee corner was in a mess.

Cheng Congcong walked over to pick up the skateboard on the ground, "If you don't ask, it's considered stealing. This is my skateboard."

Zhao Ziheng fell to the ground, his tailbone hurt terribly, and his knees hurt too. He said cruel words with a grim expression:

"Okay! The two of you fight me together! The final will be in a week, and you will be disqualified if you fight. Just wait for me!"

All the models looked at Zhao Ziheng in astonishment, their faces were like this, this method is really powerful.

In this model contest, Lin Feng, Wang Yile, Cheng Congcong and Zhao Ziheng all made it to the top 25. The final will be in two days. Zhao Ziheng easily eliminated the two opponents with a trick.

Although the method is clumsy, it is also a good strategy.

The eyes of all the models looking at Zhao Ziheng changed.

"What are you doing?!"

Wang Qi ran down the stairs in a "drum-dump" manner, followed by the company's boss, Mr. Liu.

When Zhao Ziheng saw it, he hurriedly covered his stomach and lay down on the ground, coughing violently, struggling like dying: "Mr. Liu, Brother Wang, Lin Feng and Cheng Congcong hit me! You must make decisions for me, cough cough cough, let the organizer Disqualify them!"

The models who witnessed this face-changing process with their own eyes: "......!!!"

Sure enough, so insidious!

Wang Yile recovered from the fright, hurried to Mr. Liu, and explained loudly:

"Zhao Ziheng was just pretending, he was fine just now! And it was Zhao Ziheng who provoked him first!"

Wang Yile was eager to gain wisdom: "Zhao Ziheng did it first, Lin Feng was in self-defense, and Cheng Congcong went to pick up his skateboard!"

Zhao Ziheng: "!!!"

Zhao Ziheng stopped pretending to be weak, and argued angrily:

"No, Mr. Liu, that's not the case. Lin Feng hit me first, and Cheng Congcong hit me too. I didn't fight back. If you don't believe me, you can ask everyone!"

Mr. Liu turned his attention to everyone.

Everyone nodded in unison, "Wang Yile is right!"

Zhao Ziheng was dumbfounded, "What nonsense are you talking about?! Are you blind?!"

A model in the crowd whispered: "I didn't see it clearly. When I heard the movement, I saw Zhao Ziheng holding a skateboard and trying to hit Lin Feng's head, and then Cheng Congcong went over to grab his own skateboard..."

All the models said in unison: "Yes."

For a person like Zhao Ziheng, if he stays in the same company as him, maybe one day it will be his fault, so it's better not to let him get his way.

"You! Heh, I remember you!!" Zhao Ziheng's face twisted, and he suddenly turned to Mr. Liu and said, "Uncle, you believe me, right?!"

Mr. Liu usually doesn't let Zhao Ziheng call him uncle in the company. Many people don't know about their relationship. Now hearing Zhao Ziheng yelling like that directly, the models present are all dumbfounded.

No wonder Zhao Ziheng is so aggressive in the company. It turns out that the boss is his uncle.

It's over! ! !

Not only is Lin Feng finished, but they will not have a better time in the future.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Liu walked over a few steps and reprimanded Zhao Ziheng: "Stop lying on the ground and pretending, it's embarrassing, get up!"

Zhao Ziheng: "???"

Models: "????"

Mr. Liu turned to face Lin Feng, and immediately put on a kindly smiling face like an old father, "Lin Feng, I have a few things to tell you, shall we go to my office?"

Zhao Ziheng: "????"

Models: "??????"

what's the situation?

When we arrived at Mr. Liu's office, Mr. Liu went to make a cup of jasmine tea himself.

Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a half-familiar antenna protruding from the armrest of the sofa. He grabbed it and lifted it, and a familiar shape appeared in his sight.

Mr. Liu who came over with tea: "..."

Lin Feng: "Boss Liu also uses this?"

Mr. Liu: "Ahaha, the amount of hair is a bit small, buy it and try it."

Lin Feng took a closer look at Mr. Liu's hair, and found that the other party used a wig, but fixed it with real hair with hair gel. It's hard to find the clue without looking carefully.

It seems that Mr. Liu is also a master of concealment.

Mr. Liu put the teacup in front of Lin Feng, carefully sizing him up with a pair of shrewd small eyes.

How did you climb up to Ye's house? It's amazing!

This is something that a small company like them can't even dream of.

Mr. Liu praised Lin Feng thoughtfully: "The laser hair growth cap you recommended is really effective. I wore it for a few minutes today, and my scalp felt warm and itchy. I felt like something was about to break out. gone."

Lin Feng: "..."

The effect is somewhat immediate.

Mr. Liu sat on the sofa opposite Lin Feng, and said in a kind father-like tone:

"Are you still used to the place where you live now? The company decided to rent a two-bedroom house in Chongming District. After you finish recording for the final match, you can move there."

Chongming Community is a pretty good community. Although it is not very high-end, it has a good location. It is on the edge of the third ring road and has convenient transportation. It is a house that B-models like them want but can't afford.

Lin Feng blinked: "Thank you Mr. Liu!"

Mr. Liu narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "You are the model that the company focuses on training, and this is what you should do."

Lin Feng: "..."

As far as he knew, the only A model in the company did not have this treatment.

Mr. Liu: "There is still one week until the final of the modeling competition. You have to train hard these two days. I believe you will achieve a good result in this competition."

Lin Feng: "Okay."

Lin Feng took a sip from the teacup, and waited for Mr. Liu to finish his preparations before talking about the main points.

Mr. Liu rubbed his hands together, and asked cautiously, "Did you... Miss Ye come here specially?"

"Brother Wang told you?"

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Lin Feng sighed and sighed in his heart.

It stands to reason that Miss Ye should have seen her lethality yesterday, right?

But when he came out of Wanhe Tower last night, Miss Ye still insisted on taking him home.

Oh, how good this is.

Miss Ye, an NPC, still couldn't get rid of the shackles of the setting. Even if she intervened and affected the plot, Miss Ye still ran wildly along the direction of the setting development!

Lin Feng poured half a cup of tea vigorously.

Mr. Liu's smiling eyes narrowed into two slits, hoping that Lin Feng would continue to say something, but after Lin Feng asked that question back, he drank all the tea in one go.

He had to refill Lin Feng's tea.

Couldn't help asking again, "That hot search this morning, the person who jumped into the river to save someone, is that you?"

Holding the teacup, Lin Feng nodded sadly.

Mr. Liu's expression became brighter, with three creases at the corners of his eyes.

Who doesn't know that Ye Ruiting is the only seedling of the direct line of the Ye family?

Lin Feng saved Ye Ruiting, that is the great benefactor of the Ye family, their company is next to this towering tree, who would dare to compete with him in the model circle in the future?

Maybe they can still occupy a place in the fashion circle.

Mr. Liu spent three seconds enjoying the magnificent future, and Lin Feng was even more pleasing to the eye, wishing to be the God of Wealth.

After telling Lin Feng about tomorrow's competition, Mr. Liu politely sent Lin Feng out of the office.

Turning around, he hurried to find Wang Qidao: "How long is Lin Feng's contract?"

Wang Qi: "There are still three months."

"No matter what method you use, find a way to renew Lin Feng's contract for ten years. In terms of liquidated damages," Mr. Liu squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, "Let's increase it to 2000 million."

Wang Qi: "...!"

Wang Qi: "Mr. Liu, is 2000 million too much?"

The market value of their small modeling agency is not worth 2000 million.

"More than 2000?"

Mr. Liu's small eyes burst out with wise light.

"Lin Feng is the savior of the Ye family. As long as Lin Feng and the company are tied to death, we can use this name to make a fortune in the circle. If he wants to terminate the contract and the Ye family values ​​him enough, the 2000 million breach of contract Jin, to the Ye family, is just a drop in the bucket."

As soon as Lin Feng went downstairs, Wang Yile immediately rushed over from the stairs, rolling round eyes on him.

Lin Feng: "What are you looking at?"

"Why did Mr. Liu suddenly turn his attitude towards you 180 degrees?"

Lin Feng rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, "Probably because I recommended him a particularly useful laser hair growth cap?"

Wang Yile: "......??"

Cheng Congcong, who came over silently, said, "..."

What the hell?