Reborn Queen Fan

"Ah, work..." Andy took a bite of the sandwich, but didn't know what to say.

Looking at Tang Yu who looked at him with a puzzled face, the gold broker in New York gulped down a glass of milk, and finally planned to say it out, "Tang, regarding the American Model Club, the company's recommendation quota has been replaced by someone else .”

"Kang lang." Tang Yu looked at Andy in surprise, not even noticing that the one in his hand fell into the bowl.

The "surprise" came so suddenly that he didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Although the spot on the America's Next Top Model club was an unexpected gain for him, Tang Yu was still very upset when he suddenly lost this good opportunity. depressed.

Maybe I should have accepted Lin Yimo's invitation yesterday.Tang Yu thought to himself in his heart.

Andy looked at Tang Yu, and thought about his words for a long time, "You know Lanka, I don't know what method Lanka and his agent used to convince the CEO, this is an order directly conveyed by the secretary's office But..." Andy paused, "At the final decision-making meeting yesterday, many people still felt that compared to Lanka, you who starred in the channel advertisement and were more famous were more likely to win this rally, so Originally, everyone planned to make another judgment after meeting the two of you, but Tang, I couldn't find you yesterday."

For the next words, there is no need for Andy to say any more, Tang Yu will understand that the agent couldn't find him yesterday, and he missed this opportunity.

"It's okay Andy, I believe there is another chance." Tang Yu comforted Andy, who looked at him with a strange expression.

At this moment, he obviously forgot what his manager said before...

Andy looked at Tang Yu, who was smiling but could still see a hint of disappointment on his face. He was a little confused. In fact, he still had nothing to say, but...

He took a peek at the blond nobleman who was eating breakfast elegantly, but he couldn't say it now.

The atmosphere of silence was finally broken after Tang Yu finished her breakfast, greeted Harris, urged Tang Yu to go out, and waited until she got into the cab of the car before Andy continued.

"Tang, in fact, I haven't finished talking just now."

Tang Yu fastened the seat belt on herself, and looked at Andy strangely, didn't you finish?

"Ahem, although the company's recommendation quota has been replaced by Lanka, you can still participate in the American Model Club."

"Huh?" Tang Yu raised her head in surprise.

Soon he remembered the invitation from Lin Yimo that he had rejected.

However, Yi Mo is not such a person, he is too gentle, since he has already refused, that man who doesn't like to cause trouble to others will not bring it up again.

Tang Yu quietly waited for Andy to speak.

"In fact, yesterday the company also received an invitation letter from the North American Model Association, inviting you to participate in this issue of the American Model Club, and the recommender is...Duke Harris."

Andy remembered the invitation letter he saw yesterday. Regardless of how different the invitation letter from the North American Model Association was from the previous one, the words on it almost made those who only know how to manipulate stocks to make money , the upper echelons who kept formulating various indicators thought that Tang was actually the pillar of NEXT, a world-class supermodel.

"..." Tang Yu didn't know what to say. He suddenly remembered the crazy night yesterday, and a word suddenly appeared in his head.

Could it be that he has been unspoken? !

In fact, for this matter, besides Tang Yu's agency, the North American Model Association, which received the recommendation letter, was also quite surprised. After year after year of no response, the association no longer had any expectations.

But this time, the sudden appearance of an invitation letter from the Duke made the entire Model Association panic.

Tang Yu's name has spread to the ears of every member of the Model Association.

The association even held a special meeting to discuss this matter, and even Tang Yu and Harris' past scandal clippings were put on slides for analysis.

And all this is due to Albert, the all-purpose butler of the Duke's family. Albert, who usually takes care of Harris' daily life, also takes care of Harris' work.

So, as usual, when he was doing some ordinary work for the Duke, Albert, who discovered this invitation, immediately thought of Tang Yu.

The young master Tang who, in his opinion, possesses good strength and is currently "living together" with the Duke.

So after consulting his master, Albert sent out the invitation with Tang Yu's name on it.

So in a certain sense, Tang Yu seems to have indeed gone through a back door.

But compared to Tang Yu's luck, there are more models who haven't even touched the edge of the club.

Huang Zihan hovered in front of his apartment on Central Park West Avenue in New York, waiting for someone and an opportunity.

As a skinny oriental, he is not the most popular model in the New York market. Although he can walk in some good and important fashion shows with his own ability, but in this situation where there is only one spot, The company naturally chooses more promising new models who have been trained by the company with all their efforts.

So when the agent told himself that it was impossible to join the American Model Club, Huang Zihan immediately thought of Leslie Lin, a well-known practitioner in New York.

Rather than giving up without trying anything, he wants to fight for every possible chance of success, no matter what the price is.

Huang Zihan gathered the black windbreaker that was open on his body. It was something he took out of this apartment. Although Lin Yimo's face was a bit embarrassed at the time, he still put it on.

This time too...

Huang Zihan looked at Gao Gao's apartment, with a terrifying determination in his eyes.

"Yimo." After waiting for more than an hour, Huang Zihan finally saw the car belonging to Lin Yimo slowly driving into his eyes.

"Why are you here?" Lin Yimo looked at the Chinese child whose cheeks were flushed by the wind, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"I..." Huang Zihan, seeing Lin Yimo's gentle smile, clenched his fists tightly, "Yimo, I want to ask you for something."

"What? Let's go upstairs and talk about it." Lin Yimo, who has always been considerate, looked at Huang Zihan, who seemed to be feeling a little cold, directly opened the door and got out of the car.

"kindness."

Huang Zihan obediently followed Lin Yimo upstairs, watched Lin Yimo press the password, took off his shoes, and walked in.

It's not the first time he's here.

But when he came here for the first time, he never thought that Lin Yimo, as a great designer, actually lived in such a simple apartment, and even the decoration there was full of a student style in Huang Zihan's opinion, but He loved it, the apartment had a homely feel to it.

"Sit down." Lin Yimo pointed to the sofa, said something, then walked to the bar, planning to make two cups of coffee.

"Thank you."

Huang Zihan looked at Lin Yimo's busy back, and his heart kept trembling. If this man, he...

Ten minutes later, the fragrant coffee was put on the coffee table, "What do you want me to do?" Lin Yimo asked gently, looking at Huang Zihan who had a strange expression on his face.

"I..." Huang Zihan looked into his black eyes, a little nervous, "I want to join the American Model Club."

"..." There was a faint surprise hidden in Lin Yimo's eyes. He thought of the quota invitation he had placed in the studio, which should have already had a name on it.

Seeing that Lin Yimo didn't speak, Huang Zihan waited for a while, and then said, "This is what my agent told me. In fact, every master designer in New York will have an invitation quota, so I think if you haven't If you choose, I..."

"Well, I have, if you want to participate, I can write your name."

Huang Zihan didn't expect Lin Yimo to agree to his request so easily. He looked at the man with a gentle smile in surprise.

"is it okay?"

"You want it, don't you?" Lin Yimo stretched out his hands and rubbed Huang Zihan's hair.When he saw Huang Zihan, he thought of that child. When he took out the invitation card, what he wanted to see was this expression of surprise and joy.

"Thank you, Yimo."

"It doesn't matter, but next time, you can call me directly if you have something to ask, and you don't need to wait for me downstairs in the apartment." Lin Yimo said with a smile, and paused when his eyes touched the black windbreaker on Huang Zihan's body. "Next time, come to my studio and bring this trench coat by the way, and I will prepare a more fitting one for you."

(So, the clothes Xiao Tang felt familiar with were actually given to him by Xiao Linzi~)