Chapter 54: Negotiation

The life of a male college student is nothing more than going to class, playing games, discussing his favorite girl, etc. It's a lot better than a sour love scene, and Qi Xingchen manages it so well that he actually completes a day and a half's worth of scenes in a single day.

After the scene, An Ran whispered, "Xingchen, do you need to get a makeup artist to help you apply a more formal makeup."

Qi Xingchen had never tried on a mirror, nor had the original owner tried on a mirror of the brand she was endorsing, so she didn't know anything about it, and speculated, "I don't think so, maybe I need to try on makeup. Now I have to take off my makeup when I get there, it's a pain in the ass."

An Ran felt that what he said made sense, so the two little chickens arrived at the appointed place escorted by Uncle Qin's old chickens.

This flat-floor studio is a branch of Après in the H province. Most of the staff have left by the end of the day, and only two offices are occupied.

One is the product manager's office, and the other, with its occasional flashes of magnesium, is presumably a studio for auditions.

Seeing them coming in, the man on the phone during the day rushed over to receive them, "Hello Mr. Qi, the manager is waiting for you, please follow me."

Qi Xingchen followed the man as he was told, glancing curiously inside the studio as he passed by.

An Asian face sat opposite a Caucasian, both exquisitely groomed and well-dressed, with brooches, watches, and other accessories on, and it was clear from the first glance that they were waiting for an audition just as he was.

"Wei Qin actually also came ......." An Ran was afraid that Qi Xingchen didn't recognize him, and lowered his voice to say, "Xingchen, that Chinese guy is called Wei Qin."

"He's a star?" Qi Xingchen wondered.

"Well, the year before, My Time C-suite, now hovering between second and first tier, sort of quasi first tier traffic."

My Generation is one of the most popular variety shows in recent years, and very few of the trainees from My Generation have had poor development. In just two years, Wei Qin has become a quasi-tier one in the flow of traffic, Wei Qin's strength is definitely strong enough.

With his hardware and the need for auditions, it seems that Après is very determined to enter the Asian market this time. Qi Xingchen was a bit nervous before he came, but now he's not.

The opponent is so strong, he can just play normally. If he can make it, he can make it, if he can't, he can wait patiently for the next opportunity.

He saw his segment clearly, newbie LEVEL should fight monsters and upgrade properly in the newbie village, he never dreamed of flying into the sky.

The product manager is a beautiful French lady named Camille, who brought them in and greeted them with French etiquette. Qi Xingchen returned the greeting and took a seat on the sofa.

With that she said a few words in French and the assistant translated, "The manager said she didn't realize you were so young and handsome."

"Please tell Ms. Camille for me that I didn't expect her to be so elegant and beautiful either."

The assistant translated it as it was, and Camille covered her mouth and laughed, signaling the assistant to listen to her carefully.

The assistant translates as she listens, "The first time she saw you paddling across the water with the beluga whale, she was immediately reminded of the new summer fragrance. The top notes are like the fresh sea breeze on the surface of the ocean, while the bottom notes are cedar combined with vanilla root, evoking the serenity and mystery of the deep sea."

I didn't know why Après invited him to audition, but now Qi Xingchen knows that Camille saw the video of the human-whale dance.

The two sides chatted a few more times, and the assistant received a message from the studio, saying, "The machine has been debugged almost, Mr. Qi, let's go to the audition first."

"Good." Qi Xingchen nodded.

The studio set was very simple, with a pure white path running the length of it, and on the other side of the path was the oversized bathtub riding on blue sea water. Other than that, there were only three bottles of perfume sitting on the floor.

The bottle is made of thick, dark blue glass cut into an irregular polygonal shape. The nozzle has a silver pull ring, which seems to be the key to open the magic box of the deep sea, a chic and original shape.

"The main style of this season's new product is called Siren in Chinese, a unisex fragrance," Camille pointed to the perfume on the floor, "There is no proposition for the audition, so feel free to play it out, and just be able to express the siren in your mind."

The white man, Wei Qin, and Qi Xingchen nodded in understanding.

"Let's get started then, David you first?"

David was the white model, nearly six-foot-nine, with a sturdy, upright figure.

He looks very experienced and after making a face for the camera, he suddenly takes off his top to reveal his toned muscles.

Leaning down and picking up the perfume, he walked step by step to the bathtub, first sitting on the edge of the bathtub to position himself at a fixed point to display the product, and then lying naked in the bathtub, his abs wet and very sexually 丨 tension.

David's display was undoubtedly the most professional, and with his deep features and blood-curdling body, it was enough to attract a large number of female consumers to buy for him.

"What next, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Qin nodded slightly as David tried to give him his bottle of perfume, which he refused, picking up another bottle for himself.

Wei Qin's behavior shows that he is rather lonely and reserved. In terms of product expression, he is completely different from David, not stripping or revealing, but accompanied by a perfume bottle and a dance in the bathtub.

Initially serene, then passionate, then shifting back to serenity, as if the siren had gone through the entire process of awakening to activity to dormancy.

At the end of the hem of the garment was a little wet, he did not care, holding the perfume bottle with a smile and left. As if with this bottle of treasure, there is no need to worry about whether there are scales on the body.

Wei Qin's strip was close to perfection in terms of expression and technicality, Qi Xingchen frowned.

An Ran whispered reassuringly, "Xingchen, don't be nervous, just do your best, as long as we do our best."

That said, Qi Xingchen can clearly see that she doesn't have any hope, after all, Wei Qin's fame and strength are there, so she definitely won't be able to compete.

"Okay, I'll do my best."

He's never been a fan of "do your best".

Camille quickly points to Qi Xingchen, who takes a deep breath and contemplates the siren's traits.

Siren, sometimes innocent and sometimes evil, innocence and charm coexist, inscrutable, but can not help but close.

He placed his perfume in the center of the white trail and returned to the starting point, signaling the director that he could begin.

Camille watches Qi Xingchen on camera: he strolls leisurely, picks up the perfume in the middle of the road, plays with it for a while with childlike curiosity, and then carries it in his arms as he strolls on.

Camille bites her ear with the director, "May I?"

"Qi has good control and a good sense of camera, but I don't think it's as good as Wei's performance."

"Well ......" Camille seemed unsure, "I always thought he was more than that."

Before Camille can say anything, Qi Xingchen has walked over to the bathtub, her back to the camera.

Just when everyone thought he was going to make a show of getting into the bathtub with the perfume like the other two -

Only to see him raise his left hand high, and then suddenly let go. The heavy perfume bottle smashed to the ground, liquid and glass residue splashing everywhere!

Immediately afterward he turned his head back and looked directly at the camera to pick his lips and smile. Snow-white skin, crimson lips, black eyelashes seem to be crow feathers, half covering the amber-colored eyes. The light of the eyes poured out from the gap between the eyelashes, demonic and mysterious.

He was a far cry from the innocent man he was a few seconds ago.

His smile moved under the cold color arrangement, and Camille looked frozen for a moment.

Without waiting for her to react, Qi Xingchen stepped on the edge of the bathtub and leapt forward, accompanied by the rapidly spreading aroma ......

That innocent teenager, that demure and confusing teenager, suddenly disappeared from sight.

Back where he belongs.

Only a silhouette remains, along with a piece of film that is indistinguishable from the real thing.

Everyone couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh and it was An Ran who finally reacted first.

She slapped her thigh, "OMG, it's not drowning!" Rushing over.

Qi Xingchen braced his arms on the bottom of the bathtub, his lungs about to explode. After being rescued by An Ran, he hurriedly took a few breaths of fresh air and wondered, "Did you call out the card? Why didn't I hear it?"

"...... Audition, not official shooting, why are you shouting card!" An Ran rushed to help the short-sighted rookie up, carefully admonishing, "Be careful of the glass slag."

Qi Xingchen crosses over to the glass slag and a hand hands him a washcloth, he takes it and looks up to find it's actually Camille.

"Rub it well, China is cool at night."

The assistant translated for Camille, "May I ask why you threw away the perfume?"

"The Siren will not be controlled by anything outside of him," Qi Xingchen is quick to reply, "the whole ocean is his, it is he who will control the magic box from the bottom of the ocean, he does whatever he wants."

Camille nodded as she listened and instructed her assistant to escort the three auditioning actors out of the studio.

Before getting into the car, An Ran pressed on, winking at her assistant, "Is Ms. Camille satisfied with our performance? Do you think there's any chance we'll be selected."

The assistant made an official statement, "I can't speculate on what the manager means, whether selected or not, I will inform you first."

"Oh, yes, please and thank you."

After An Ran thanked her assistant and closed the car door, her face quickly fell. At one moment, she was complaining about why Wei Qin couldn't think of stealing the endorsement of a small brand, and at another moment, she was sighing that fortunately, the product manager was French, and preferred to find a more relevant spokesperson rather than a more famous one.

After she finished her rant, she realized that Qi Xingchen was not moving like a mountain and pulled the blanket she always had in the car over his legs, "Cold? If I had known, I would have brought an extra set of clothes with me."

"It's okay, it's not cold."

"Why aren't you apprehensive at all."

"You said it's enough to do your best," Qi Xingchen shrugged, "I've done my best, the rest is for Après to decide."

"......" An Ran choked, "Xingchen, your mentality really doesn't match your age at all ...... However, your performance today is really too amazing, I feel that the probability of being selected has to be fifty percent. That bottle of perfume is such a pity, David and Wei Qin were able to bring it back, ours broke into a big puddle, oooh."

The first batch of the newest perfume out of the lab is indeed worth taking back to send a circle of friends to pretend to be a pussy or something, Qi Xingchen couldn't help but smile at that.

But he didn't feel sorry for it.

He knows what flavor Bai Ye likes.

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After returning to the hotel and taking a bath, Qi Xingchen realized that she had really been hit, her nose was a bit stuffy and her head was foggy.

Not wanting to jeopardize tomorrow's shoot, he calls An Ran to deliver the medicine.

With the experience of the last fever, An Ran bought a few pieces of ginger and threw them in the refrigerator. After Qi Xingchen finished her medicine, she brought out her ginger soup and put it on the bedside table, "Drink it while it's hot."

Qi Xingchen : "......"

"Hurry up, it doesn't work well when it's cold."

"...... I don't like the taste of ginger soup."

An Ran found something Qi Xingchen didn't like and immediately became excited, pulling over a chair and sitting in front of the bed, "I have to drink it, so I don't get a worse cold tomorrow."

At the mention of "tomorrow," Qi Xingchen gets discouraged and picks up the bowl and drips a little bit into his mouth.

An Ran swipes his cell phone while supervising him, and soon lets out a violent howl!

Qi Xingchen, the bowl almost fell to the ground in shock and surprise: "What are you looking at?"

"Night Brother, Night Brother Ait you, you get on Twitter ah ah ah ah!"

Bai Ye, why are you tweeting at him? Qi Xingchen scrambled to open the Twitter account he hadn't touched all day because of shame.

Clean and dry at the top of the home page:

-- Bai Ye: @ Qi Xingchen, discuss the price.

[Images]

Pictured are two mosaiced tickets to the East Orange Music Festival, Qi Xingchen's heart is "pounding" at 80 beats per second.

At the same time a thin layer of sweat oozes from the corners of the forehead, which works faster than even ginger soup.

When did he realize he was asking for tickets? Qi Xingchen wondered, did he know who he wanted to see?

Qi Xingchen had a big question in his mind, hurriedly found out Bai Ye's WeChat, put his thumbs on the keyboard--

The next moment he suddenly remembered that there was a large living person in the house.

He grabbed the ginger soup and drained it in one gulp, and gave the order to leave, "I'm done, An Ran sis you go back."

An Ran: "?"

You're not going to kill me? You're kicking the dog out after you've just abused it?

Seeing her indignation, Qi Xingchen adopts a soft policy: "See, two tickets, one for you."

"I know my Xingchen is the most considerate of his subordinates, hehehe," An Ran finally washed up for the night and left in peace.

When she closes the door completely, Qi Xingchen hunkers down under the covers, thumbs crackling: [Is the ticket really mine!

Bo: [Uh, yeah.

Xingchen: [Which row!

Bo: [Negotiable row.]

Xingchen ： 【Side or off center, can you show me!

Bai Ye rubs his temples: [Why are you typing so many exclamation points?

Qi Xingchen That's when he realized that each of his first three sentences ended with an exclamation point.

He's excited, and it's not his fault.

It's Bai Ye's fault for giving him the ticket.

Qi Xingchen, baloney cover-up.

Bo: [photo]

Bo: [Side 12.13, right in the middle is too visible, I'm afraid you'll be recognized]

"12.13 ......" Qi Xingchen recites the seat number and happily keeps stomping on the covers.

He had seen the distribution of seats in the S City Stadium on the ticketing software, and Bai Ye had chosen his number quite intentionally, in a place where he could see the whole of the stage, with no dead space, but without getting too much attention.

Qi Xingchen smoothly rolled over and changed into a lying position: [You Shunfeng send it to me!

Continuing with the exclamation points, it seemed that the little fan was in quite a good mood. Bai Ye followed suit and was in a happy mood: [Why should I send it to you if the terms aren't agreed upon?

Conditions ...... Oh, it's "first row negotiable", Xingchen said generously: "Go ahead, how many times!

Bo: [No need to double, I don't want money]

Xingchen: [Then what do you want!]

Bai Ye thinks for a moment: [Tomorrow when the ceremony is over, you treat me to a midnight snack]

After sending this, Bai Ye cut out of the chat and returned a few questions to the East Orange Assistant Manager.

Five minutes passed and when it cut back in again the little fan still hadn't answered.

Did you accidentally fall asleep sending a message?

But actually Qi Xingchen not only didn't sleep, he felt so excited that he didn't even need to sleep tonight, his mind was full of it:

You can listen to Bai Ye for three songs with your ticket, and you can buy Bai Ye a midnight snack.

Oh, my God! What in the world could be so good?

Qi Xingchen calmed down his emotions and pressed a heavy word: [Good!

Bo: [Tomorrow you tell A Lun before you get there soon and he'll send you the tickets.]

After finalizing the meeting place, Bai Ye went to work. Qi Xingchen stared at his ticket for a long time before realizing that Bai Ye didn't need to tweet it, and that there was no difference between sending it privately and sending it on Weibo.

Bai Ye purposely AIT him in order to let the hacks know that he's not backtracking to rub it in.

The main man came out in a close tone to give away his vote, so what else could Blackie Poison Wee do but accept it?

Qi Xingchen pokes at the comments section of Bai Ye's tweet:

[@ Qi Xingchen, you have a ticket]

[Ahhhhhhhh Night is so great for Xingchen, who dares to say it's not true love! Last night's starry banner will never fall!!!]

[Killing a dog at night is not justifiable.] [Chopper]

CP fans, please go back to the stinky dungeon and come out again.

Only fans rejecting CP fans is a normal operation, Qi Xingchen skipped over the slurs. Most of the rest were congratulating him, while the messages from the Starlights were wishing for long-lasting friendship.

The same goes for the comments under his vote-seeking blog.

Heart rising to the brim, Qi Xingchen turned off the wall light and wrapped the small quilt tightly, revealing only a small head with a mouth that was almost torn to the base of the ear.