The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 60 Model Photos

Because there were pickpockets on the train, the railway police began checking tickets one by one.

We didn't find the old lady, but we did find several passengers who had evaded fares.

The three middle-aged men sitting opposite Gao Qinghe also chatted more enthusiastically about this matter.

Midway through the journey, the woman with the child asked Gao Qinghe to watch the location and her luggage, and then hurriedly went to the restroom.

Gao Qinghe was surprised.

When the woman returned, he jokingly asked her, "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy who'll steal your things?"

The woman gave her a trusting smile, "A girl as pretty as her can't possibly be a bad person."

Gao Qingmiao also found it strange and pressed for an answer: "Why is it impossible?"

"Because your sister is so beautiful that she's conspicuous. If she gets into trouble, she'll be found out immediately."

The woman smiled gently as she soothed her sleeping child in her arms, radiating maternal warmth.

Who doesn't like to be praised?
And she's also a beautiful and gentle mother.

Gao Qinghe was in a great mood and didn't find looking at the baby annoying at all. She stretched out her finger and pointed at the baby's chubby little hand.

Unexpectedly, the little guy grabbed her finger and held it tightly.

Unfortunately, even with all her effort, she couldn't harm Gao Qinghe at all; instead, she exhausted herself.

"Is it a girl?" Gao Qinghe asked.

The woman nodded, noticing that Gao Qinghe's gaze was a bit strange. She was fine just now, so why did she suddenly look so sad?

Realizing that her emotions were not right, Gao Qinghe withdrew her finger, touched the little dent on the baby's fist, and continued to read the newspaper.

The system weakly spoke up: "I didn't realize you, this wicked woman, actually liked children."

Gao Qinghe smiled slightly, turned the newspaper over, and continued reading.

Time passed quickly, and at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon, the train pulled into the provincial capital's railway station on time.

Because Hao Huaping did not return to her seat, Gao Qinghe and her brother did not meet her when they got off the bus.

I didn't run into him until I left the train station.

The two sides are like two parallel lines that should never intersect, each going in its own direction.

That's right. Gao Qinghe thought to herself.

Once you've been there, you'll get used to it. The hotel receptionist saw the siblings again and recognized them immediately.

"Still just a standard room?"

Gao Qingmiao nodded, "Yes." She handed over her documents to register.

Last time he came, Gao Qinghe helped him check in.

This time, the young people were able to handle things on their own.

He had been there once before and knew there was a Lanzhou noodle restaurant near the hotel that was particularly good.

After checking in, I immediately took my sister over for a meal.

Gao Qinghe was very pleased to see her younger brother grow up so quickly.

I couldn't resist and ate a whole plate of ramen, so full that I almost couldn't sleep that night.

Gao Qingmiao was already used to waking up early, opening her eyes at six o'clock.

Seeing that the woman in the next bed was still asleep, I quietly got up, went out to have breakfast, and then packed up her breakfast and brought it back to her.

I also inquired at the wholesale market whether there were any fresh goods arriving.

At 8:30 a.m., as soon as the market opened, the well-prepared siblings immediately rushed to the dazzling array of goods.

As the weather gets warmer day by day, it will soon be time to wear summer clothes.

Clothing has the highest profit margin compared to accessories.

Clothes that cost ten or twenty yuan to buy are sold for thirty or fifty yuan each.

This time, Gao Qinghe is going to stock dresses.

She has a good eye for fashion and doesn't like ordinary styles. After wandering around, she ended up at the store that sold leggings before.

The boss received a new batch of goods: polka dot dresses with ruffled collars, in blue, white, red, yellow, orange, and all sorts of colors.

The boss has a great memory; he was attending to other customers when he saw the siblings and immediately called out:

"Gao Xiaomei, you're here! Take a look around, I'll be done soon!" Hearing her call out to her, Gao Qinghe, who hadn't considered her shop before, couldn't help but walk into it.

That's when I discovered that the boss had somehow gotten another batch of perfectly tailored polka dot dresses.

The dress is still in the packing bag; it's only just been opened, and the goods haven't even been taken out yet.

After seeing the customer off, the boss turned around, picked up a red dress, and held it up to Gao Qinghe's face, then familiarly pushed her into the fitting room.

"Go and give it a try, help me set an example. I was just worried about not finding a suitable model, and here you are!"

"model?"

Hearing the word "model" here was a genuine surprise for Gao Qinghe.

The owner laughed and said, "I personally went to the coast this time. As soon as the new styles came out in the women's streets there, they immediately found pretty girls to try them on and let people see the effect right in front of the store. The business was so good, it was packed with people!"

"But I can't afford to hire that many models, so I can only take more photos and enlarge them to put on the door."

As she spoke, she patted Gao Qinghe on the shoulder, "Please, please, I really haven't met anyone more suitable than you. If the photos turn out well, how about I give you a modeling fee?"

Gao Qinghe smiled slyly, "How much are you planning to pay the model?"

The shopkeeper thought for a moment, "How about five yuan for one photo?"

Gao Qinghe shook her head. Not very good.

When the boss thought she was unwilling, Gao Qinghe took the initiative to say:

"How about this, I'll use clothes from your store to create an outfit and take a picture of it. You'll give me twenty yuan for each photo."

The boss thought to himself, "Are you trying to rob me?"

But looking at Gao Qinghe's confident expression, she suddenly noticed that the little girl's clothes were actually quite well-matched.

He wore a grey pullover sweatshirt, white leggings, and sneakers, with white cotton socks tucked into the cuffs.

Her hair was all tied up high on top of her head, and she wrapped her head with a colorful silk scarf, which looked a bit like she was wearing a headband.

The end of the scarf hangs naturally over the shoulder, exuding vitality and dynamism.

They were all very ordinary items, the only unique thing about them was the way the scarf was tied on their heads.

The boss is in the clothing business, so of course he can tell whether it's the effect of the clothing combination or the effect of the person's beauty.

She imagined that if Gao Qinghe wore this outfit on someone else, it would look quite good too.

Especially for college students, wearing this outfit will definitely make them a beautiful sight on campus.

"Wait here, I'll go and fetch Old Zhao from the photo studio right away!"

Gao Qinghe quickly stopped the excited boss and asked her with amusement, "How many outfits are you putting together today?"

"Ten sets! Ten sets, please!"

The boss replied to her hurriedly and then disappeared.

A new customer came to the store, and Gao Qingmiao awkwardly helped to greet him.

Fortunately, the photo studio wasn't far away, and the owner came running back, panting, in ten minutes.

"You choose your clothes first, the photographer will be here in a bit."

Gao Qinghe nodded, handed the things in her hand to her younger brother, and asked him to go to the socks section and get a hundred pairs of pantyhose.

Then I went to the jewelry store near the fat and thin sisters to pick up the thin leather belt I had previously chosen.

When Gao Qingmiao returned, Gao Qinghe had already completed the first outfit.

Her long hair was loose, she wore a red polka-dot dress, exaggerated pearl earrings, a silk scarf around her neck, and white Roman sandals.

Holding a prop tote bag in his hand, he stood in front of the white background cloth, and the boss stared in disbelief.

Wearing the same outfit, Gao Qinghe changed into five different poses and different accessories.

Some were wearing sunglasses, some were wearing sun hats, some were resting their chins on their hands, and some were striking Marilyn Monroe's classic skirt-pressing pose.

The photographer praised repeatedly, "This looks even more professional than a professional model!"

The camera clicked away, extremely efficient, every single shot was a good one, not a single photo was wasted.

The next nine outfits were all more photogenic than the last.

Her outfits are not complicated or piled up; they are all combinations that ordinary people can wear well, highlighting her waist, making her look slimmer and taller, and accentuating her strengths while avoiding her weaknesses.

Gao Qingmiao has already put to use the bodysuit stockings and belt she bought, and the new polka dot dress from the shop owner paired with a thin leather belt has taken her style to another level.

(End of this chapter)