The modeling company that Su Qingchen works for is not short of money. The Su family is the largest shareholder. When traveling, Miss Su has top-notch facilities for food, drink and entertainment. The hotel Zheng Feng booked this time is no exception. There is an extremely luxurious buffet restaurant.
As soon as Su Qingchen came in, he ignored Jiang Letong and dived into all kinds of delicious food.
Jiang Letong wanted to stay in shape, so he only took a plate of vegetable salad, some fruits with low sugar content, and a glass of freshly squeezed juice, and then found a seat to wait for Su Qingchen.
While waiting, she received a call from the private detective. Jiang Letong had been waiting for this call all morning. After seeing that Su Qingchen was still getting food, he immediately answered the call.
"Have you found it?" Jiang Letong couldn't wait to ask in English as soon as the phone call came through.
The detective told her with great regret: "Miss Jiang, I'm sorry, I didn't find out who the owner of the license plate number is."
Jiang Letong was disappointed for a moment and lowered his voice: "Why can't you find it? Don't you claim that you can find everything? Why can't you even find out whose license plate number it belongs to?"
Jiang Letong was a little angry. She had spent a lot of money to hire this private detective, but not only could she not find Tang Yue's private information, but now even the license plate number was almost the same. She began to suspect that she had been deceived.
"Miss Jiang, the license plate number you gave me is not an ordinary license plate number. I used my connections to check, but the result was that there was no such number. Do you know what this means?" the detective asked.
"Is the license plate number fake?" Jiang Letong could only think of this possibility, otherwise how could he not find this number?
"No!" the detective told her seriously: "It means that its owner is either rich or noble, which is far from the level that a little detective like me can investigate. Miss Jiang, I advise you not to investigate anymore, so as not to get into trouble."
.New York is not safe. Even if a foreigner like you died here, no police would seriously investigate the cause of your death."
For the sake of money, the detective gave Jiang Letong a kind warning.
Jiang Letong was indeed a little scared. She gave up on the license plate number for the time being and turned to the same old talk: "What about Tang Yue? Can you still help me check it?"
"Sorry, I really can't do anything. I can only confirm that he has no girlfriend, no fiancée, and he is not married. I really can't find any other private information." The detective said apologetically.
Jiang Letong bit her lip unwillingly. She also wanted to know more about Tang Yue's private information, such as what type of girls he likes, what he likes to eat, and where he usually likes to go. Only by mastering these can she have the opportunity to create a chance encounter.
, she doesn’t know anything and is very passive.
After the detective hung up the phone, Jiang Letong was still thinking about the matter. She was so lost in thought that she didn't know when Su Qingchen sat down with the food plate. It was Su Qingchen who called her before she came back to her senses.
"What are you thinking about?" Su Qingchen asked.
"I didn't think about it." Jiang Letong changed the subject: "Why do you eat so much? Brother Qian will go crazy if he sees it."
"It's okay." Su Qingchen said nonchalantly: "After eating, we went swimming. We swam a few laps and we were all exhausted. I didn't even take any high-calorie food."
Jiang Letong smiled: "Okay."
She didn't ask about Su Qingchen's friends anymore, but she kept a secret in her heart. It was not the first time for her and Su Qingchen to come to New York. They had shot commercials together before. If Su Qingchen were here,
If she had a friend, she would have told her earlier.
Su Qingchen had no secrets from her, unless it was something she didn't want her to know.
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In the blink of an eye, two days later, the supermodel competition officially kicked off two days later. When Su Qingchen received the notice, he knew that Tang Yue had removed his stitches, no longer had to hang his arms, and could leave the country. He couldn't help but feel relieved.
The first day of the Super Model Contest is not a formal competition, but an opening ceremony. The opening ceremony uses a global simultaneous live broadcast mode. It mainly allows the contestants to appear, the judges to appear, introduce the event process, etc. It is a consistent opening method for model competitions.
It’s just that the specifications this time are relatively high, the attention is relatively high, and it is a global event.
The opening ceremony started at seven o'clock in the evening New York time. Zheng Feng had brought Su Qingchen and Jiang Letong over early. The backstage was busy. Each contestant's styling team was doing make-up and styling for the models. They must make their contestants look the most eye-catching.
way to appear in the global perspective.
Zheng Feng took his two contestants to report, signed their names, and received the dressing room key card. Their dressing rooms were not connected together, but were separated by several rooms. This made Su Qingchen somewhat regretful.
She also wanted to share a dressing room with Jiang Letong.
"Are you and Le Tong conjoined twins? Hurry up and put on your makeup for me." Zheng Feng pushed Su Qingchen into the dressing room, then turned to Jiang Letong and told Jiang Letong: "I'll see you later. You go to do your makeup and styling first."
"Okay, Brother Qian." Jiang Letong smiled and led the team of stylists to his dressing room.
Su Qingchen's styling team also followed her into the dressing room. It was only two o'clock in the afternoon, and there were still five hours before the opening ceremony. But for the contestants, five hours was already very stressful. They had to spend several
I put on makeup and styling for hours, and then I had to rehearse in advance. The time was very tight and I couldn't waste even a minute.
"Hurry up and put makeup on her." Zheng Feng urged the makeup artist as soon as he came in.
Su Qingchen's styling team was not assigned to her by the company, but a team she formed herself. Makeup artists, stylists, costume designers, photographers, and assistants were all hired by her personally and only served her.
They are all top-notch in the industry. From her debut to the present, this team has taken care of her image.
The styling team had already made full preparations for her to participate in the supermodel competition. The styling for the opening ceremony was designed in advance, including the opening ceremony jersey, which Su Qingchen asked An Zhisu to personally design. An Zhisu
It was designed before she disappeared. During the months when she disappeared, Su Huan Studio did not delay her work and had already made her jersey.
The styling team also specially designed the styling based on Su Qingchen's jersey. The styling was slightly complicated and took a long time. This is why Zheng Qiang had to bring her over five hours in advance.
"I don't have anything to do here that you need to look after. You go and see Le Tong." Su Qingchen saw Zheng Feng standing there, so she pushed him and told him not to hinder the makeup artist from putting on makeup.
Zheng Qian couldn't laugh or cry: "I've never seen you push your agent away like this. You're just a model. If you're an actor, if you push your agent away like this, you won't be able to film in eight lifetimes."
"I don't want to be an actor." Su Qingchen said self-deprecatingly: "With a body like mine, it would be miserable to be hacked as a model. If I were to act, the haters would have to tear me down."
The styling team all laughed. Su Qingchen showed no airs of boss in front of them, let alone the bad temper of a young lady. He respected each of them, had a good personality, and had a good temper. Anyone would be willing to work with such a boss.