When Song Pingqing started asking for the candidates' information, Wu Qiming immediately took out his cell phone and started messaging Murong Xue.

[Don't worry, sister. I'm totally focused on my career and don't have any messy thoughts at all. ]

After sending one message, I was still worried that Murong Xue wouldn’t believe it, so I sent another one:

[Other artist studio owners may go to the audition to choose a concubine, but I think my brother looks like he is going to overthrow the entire industry.]

Murong Xue didn't reply until nine o'clock in the evening in China.

What is she going to do?

Wu Qiming replied immediately, "I don't know either. Let me see what she is going to do tomorrow."

If someone passed the message to Song Pingqing in this way, Song Pingqing would have complained: The message was given as if it was a piece of cake, and only a noise was heard.

Murong Xue's words and thoughts were certainly not so vulgar, but she was too lazy to pay attention to Wu Qiming and called Song Pingqing: "Are you still not asleep?"

"Hmm?" Song Pingqing said bluntly, "Just now they sent me the information of the amateurs who will be participating in the final interview tomorrow. I'm looking at it now."

"Oh. Male or female?"

As soon as Murong Xue said this, she felt that she had asked in vain.

No matter whether Song Pingqing is picking on male amateurs or female amateurs, she will be jealous. It is better not to ask, which will make her appear more generous.

"They are all ladies." Song Pingqing didn't care about her questions. He looked through the amateur information in his hand and said to Murong Xue,

"In recent years, I have always felt that some popular aesthetics are deliberately leading in some bad directions. I want to break this situation."

"If you look at a lot of the photos in magazines, they don't look like they were taken by someone who likes women."

Murong Xue was silent for a moment, and suddenly realized that Wu Qiming's intuition was correct, but Wu Qiming could only perceive this feeling and could not express it directly.

In fact, female models in fashion magazines have become increasingly flat in recent years.

"Well, it's a good idea." Murong Xue's voice became more serious. "But this is a very expensive thing. Are you really mentally prepared?"

Whenever I take her out for a big meal, he always acts like he cares about the money.

Murong Xue's teasing contained a hint of seriousness: "Aren't you afraid that you'll get confused by spending so much money?"

Song Pingqing chuckled.

The laughter reached Murong Xue's ears through the phone, and she felt a tingling sensation.

Murong Xue's heart skipped a beat for a moment.

"But this is meaningful, isn't it?" Song Pingqing said to Murong Xue on the other end of the phone while flipping through the various photos of beauties.

“People always have to do something that seems silly, but makes them feel happy and without regrets.”

"Like this one?"

"Yes." Song Pingqing smiled, "Like this one."

Murong Xue on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

Although he is already an adult and has so much wealth and status, this guy's nature is still so simple and clean.

I don't have any desires at all, I just do things that make my conscience clear.

Murong Xue let out a deep breath.

This is good too. Although I am not smart yet, I won’t get into trouble.

"Why are you sighing all of a sudden?" Murong Xue's sigh reached Song Pingqing's ears through the phone. Song Pingqing paused while flipping through the documents. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No, you're fine." Murong Xue's voice was mixed with a hint of laughter, "It's those who mess around for their own selfish reasons who are not good."

Duoyi was very efficient. When Song Pingqing went to watch the audition the next day, he found that a one-way light-transmitting mirror had been added to the practice room.

Zhao Lei was still present.

"Don't you have other work to do?" Song Pingqing wondered.

When did Zhao Lei's work become so unsaturated?

"My job today is to keep you from being affected by messy things." Zhao Lei said respectfully.

Once bitten, one becomes afraid of ropes for ten years. Zhao Lei is determined not to give anyone in Duoyi any chance to corrupt Song Pingqing.

Especially today, Boss Mei and Zhu Zhu, another major shareholder of Duoyi, also came.

After all, they have invested 1 billion yuan with such a long payback period. Now there are finally bigger movements, so Boss Mei and his wife have to come and take a look.

Zhao Lei signaled Wu Lide to pay more attention. Every time Song Pingqing met Boss Mei, he would always encounter some twists and turns.

Wu Lide was not quite clear about the entanglement between Zhao Lei and Duoyi, but seeing his senior so alert, his nerves were immediately stretched to the limit.

The former bodyguard captain and the current bodyguard captain exchanged glances, and the atmosphere on the scene was immediately controlled.

"I feel a little cold. Are you cold?" Boss Mei looked at Zhu Zhu.

Zhu Zhu has also experienced many ups and downs in the entertainment industry and is quite resistant to pressure: "I'm fine."

"Is it cold?" Song Pingqing asked in confusion, and then turned to Zhao Lei, "Go find a blanket for Boss Mei."

Zhao Lei: "...Okay, boss."

He knew that Boss Mei was a troublesome person!

Although they are selecting amateurs, those who come for the interview are not without any talent.

Some people have even participated in the filming of some low-cost small scripts.

Song Pingqing has a diverse aesthetic taste. Whenever he sees a nice one, he will send the photo to Murong Xue.

In one afternoon, Song Pingqing selected seventeen people and sent more than twenty photos of beautiful women.

Murong Xue was stunned when she woke up and saw this series of photos that looked exactly like the ones for selecting a concubine.

Look at what Song Pingqing said next: "Wow, look, this one looks a bit like a fairy.", "This one, this one, is much darker in person than in the photo, an absolute dark-skinned beauty.", "This one is so cute, but it's a pity that it looks too small, I'm afraid it won't have a good effect."......

Such a huge number made Murong Xue angry for a moment even though she knew that she had no bad intentions.

Haha, Song Pingqing.

Before Murong Xue could respond, Song Pingqing sent another message:

[Xiao Ming and I have arrived at the airport. We are ready to go back.]

[Hey, let me tell you, today there was an ordinary person wearing really nice clothes, not inferior to those designer brands at all. I asked someone and they said it was made for her by her sister.]

Murong Xue's jealousy had not yet subsided, so she immediately replied: [Look at other people's sisters.]

Song Pingqing looked at the message on his phone and smiled: [Then guess why I sent you a message? ]

[What? Jewelry design and production no longer satisfy you? Do you still want to be a tailor? ]

It’s a pity that Murong Xue’s weird attitude couldn’t be conveyed to Song Pingqing through the information.

Song Pingqing was totally unaware and sent three messages in a row to the screen: [That’s right, I’m planning to recruit her. I even asked her for the pattern today.]

[I'm going to try to see if I can make you a dress. ]

[You didn’t see it, the design of that skirt is really great. The first time I saw it, I thought it would look so beautiful on you. ]

Murong Xue: Day by day, my emotions are completely controlled by this broken stone.

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