Yang Chen wanted to suggest she change jobs, but he didn’t say anything.
Better not ddle in other people’s business.
Yang Chen turned to leave when Mirta suddenly shouted, "Wait a mont! Brother, take a few steps, just walk a bit."
Yang Chen looked puzzled and said, "Are you a disciple of Zhao Bensan or what? Why are you asking to walk? Up to sothing?"
Mirta: "Hello, I’m Fiers Mirta, a photographer. I specialize in shooting promotional films and advertisents for various international magazine brands and advertisers. Here’s my business card."
Yang Chen took the business card, glanced at it, then asked, "Hello, Mr. Mirta. My na is Yang Chen, I’m a ride-share driver. So, why did you stop ?"
Mirta: "Here’s the thing, we’re currently lacking a model. Are you interested?"
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "Not interested! I still have to drive around for rides."
Li Feipeng quickly ran over and said, "Bro, wait a minute. Your na is Yang Chen, right? Hi, I’m Li Feipeng, the editor-in-chief of Fashion Mister magazine. Here’s the deal, we’ll compensate you, 100,000, to help us shoot a set of photos. Deal?"
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "Not shooting! I have to drive."
With that, Yang Chen turned to leave.
Mirta quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, saying, "Mr. Yang, please, I have confidence in shooting an unparalleled fashion blockbuster with you. Please, help us out."
The female staff around started discussing.
"Wow, this ride-share guy is so handso!"
"He’s not just handso! He’s really manly too."
"He’s like a walking hormone! He doesn’t even need to pose; any random move is a fashion photo."
"I told you, our country still has real n."
...
Yuan Kun imdiately objected, saying, "What’s wrong with you, Fashion Mister? You’re under contract with for the shoot, now you’re begging a ride-share driver? Is this how you treat people? He’s just a ride-share driver, how could he know about shooting? He doesn’t have any fa, who would watch what he shoots? Are you not concerned about your sales anymore?"
Li Feipeng quickly said, "Brother, get the hell out of here right now! You were late and couldn’t et the shooting requirents. We’re officially replacing you. I’ve had enough of you, you can’t even do a simple masculine pose. You claim to be a man? Look at this guy, every random move exudes masculinity, he’s like a walking hormone. And look at you, with your sissy appearance, it’s nauseating to look at! Get the hell out, I won’t use anyone from your agency anymore!"
Yuan Kun imdiately broke down and cried, saying, "You guys... you’re bullying . Waaah..."
The won nearby imdiately showed expressions of contempt.
"Oh my, he’s better at pouting than I am."
"This is the top male model?"
"If he keeps crying, I might want to give him my sanitary pad, I think he needs it more."
"Haha..."
The assistant dialed Sister Mandy’s number and quickly handed the phone to Li Feipeng.
Li Feipeng: "Mandy, it’s not that I’m not giving you face, he’s just too low-class. He can’t even perform a simple masculine pose, I’m running Fashion Mister, not Fashion Sissy! I could tolerate these things, but the key issue is he was late by over ten minutes. The photographer I flew in from the United States only has thirty minutes for this shoot, and he was late for half that ti. How much do I lose? How can I complete the shoot? I’ve been running Fashion Mister Magazine for over ten years, this is the first ti I’ve encountered such an unprofessional model. Enough, just handle it according to the contract. Later, soone will connect with you for the appropriate compensation."
After speaking, Li Feipeng returned the phone to the teary-eyed assistant.
Zhang Xiang handso, with a superlative deanor and a well-toned physique, Yang Chen’s every move fulfilled everyone’s fantasy of what a man should be.
Who needs a sissy?
By any ans necessary, they must convince Yang Chen to be a model.
Mirta: "Mr. Yang, you’re the most perfect Dragon Country man I’ve ever seen. I truly have the confidence to shoot you as the manliest man in history. I’m begging you, accept our invitation."
Yang Chen: "But I can’t pose for photos. Plus, I have to drive for rides."
Li Feipeng: "How about this, Mr. Yang, I’ll offer you a paynt of 1 million so you can focus on collaborating with Mr. Mirta for this shoot. Does that sound okay?"
A 1 million fee, many movie stars can’t even fetch this price.
Yang Chen shook his head and said, "No. I really don’t want to be a model."
Mirta: "I’ll personally add another 200,000 US dollars for you. How about that?"
Li Feipeng: "Let’s do this, our magazine and Mr. Mirta will each offer 1.5 million, so you can receive a total of 3 million. Can we agree on that?"
It sounded like a lot, but did Yang Chen really need that little money?
Unless, it went according to Yang Chen’s requirents.
Yang Chen: "Transfer cash to , additionally I’ll shoot for a maximum of 30 minutes, and no makeup. Natural style, shoot as I am."
Mirta: "No problem! We’ll do it just as you say! Mr. Li, transfer 3 million to him, and deduct 1.5 million from my paynt later."
Li Feipeng: "Okay! Finance, quickly transfer 3 million to Mr. Yang."
Yang Chen gave his bank account details to the finance team, and they promptly processed the transfer.
Li Feipeng brought over the contract, Yang Chen signed it, and the shooting began imdiately.
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