Bright Throne

Christmas is approaching, and the night view of San Francisco is extraordinarily gorgeous. Beautifully decorated Christmas trees, large and small, can be seen everywhere, and bright neon lights bring some warmth and irony to the cold foreign land.

It has been several days since they came here, Qin Yi and Ji Hangfeng rented a house with a good environment, spacious and quiet, the landlord is a kind old lady, and there is an obedient and smart sled dog named Duo at home. Luo, it just so happened that the old lady was away from home. Apart from eating and sleeping, this guy wagged his tail around Qin Yi all day long.

Qin Yi is very satisfied with everything here, um - except for the occasional sales of insurance or special services.

After settling down, Qin Yi quickly put himself into the life of actively looking for job opportunities, trying to change his lazy habits, even if he is not very proficient in English, he forced himself to actively talk to different people every day, change his taste, and change his work and rest time , A little bit as soon as possible to integrate into the new way of life here.

He didn't want to let himself be idle. Once he was idle, he couldn't help but miss the home full of memories, the taste of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and... certain people.

Qin Yi and Ji Hangfeng took the business card provided by Zhou Yun and followed the address and contact information to find Mr. Searle, but things were not as easy as Zhou Yun said.

Zhou Yun’s impression of him still stays a few years ago. Serge Geraint is now the hottest super producer in the fashion circle, a second- and third-rate star model who wants to catch up with this line every day. I don't know how many there are, there are not many Qins, and there are many less ones.

Zhou Yun's recommendation gave Qin Yi the opportunity to meet him, which was much better than those other stars who had nowhere to go.

Meeting room.

There was a soft carpet under his feet, and the heating was moderate. As soon as Qin Yi came in, he felt so comfortable that he wanted to doze off, but Ji Hangfeng glared at him angrily, so he had to sit upright with him.

After waiting for a long time, Selgeland came late. He was about thirty to forty years old, with short clean hair, well-dressed and unostentatious. He took off his coat and sat across from the two of them, and his assistant followed behind and brought in three cups of coffee.

Not only the movements, but also the speed of his speech is very fast, the degree of concern for time is almost even worse than that of Bai Han.

He held a resume about Qin Yi in his hand, flipped through it for a while, then looked up at him, with undisguised scrutiny in his eyes: "So, you are Mr. Qin Yi? Don't rush to speak, you Chinese People seem to love small talk to waste time, listen, my time is precious, if you can't get me interested in you in 3 minutes, then all I can do is say sorry to you, boy."

With these words, Ji Hangfeng immediately looked at Qin Yi nervously. The latter didn't show any unnatural expression. After reporting his physical data, he walked back and forth twice in this reception room as if there was no one else present, and finally looked directly at the other party's deep eyes, and said lightly: "Mr. Searle, although I don't know what your criteria are for selecting people, but No matter how demanding, I have the confidence to satisfy you."

Selgeland stared at him for a long while, and finally shook his head regretfully: "Mr. Qin Yi, well, although the physical conditions have met the standard, this data is very average in the American modeling industry. Well, I don't know how popular you were in China before, but I have to tell you with regret that your appearance does not conform to our aesthetics, ah, this does not mean that you are not good, but I insist that you are still It is more appropriate to develop in China."

The color of Ji Hang's cover changed, he leaned forward, and begged: "Mr. Searle, even in the United States and even Europe, there are some very famous Asian models. Qin Yi's conditions are not inferior to them. Why do you deny him just because he doesn’t conform to the aesthetics? What’s more, clothing, make-up, typhoon and the like will affect the aesthetic sense, right? Mr. Searle, please think carefully again!”

Searle still shook his head, he didn't want to waste any more time, he got up and made a gesture of seeing off the guests: "I'm sorry, maybe you can go to someone else to try again."

"Mr. Searle..." Ji Hangfeng wanted to say something else, but Qin Yi pulled him back, turned his head and took a deep look at the other party: "I'm sorry to bother you today, but I still think I will let you change your mind today, Farewell."

Selgeland showed a slightly amused look, but did not answer.This kind of words will be said by many self-recommended people every day, but in the end they cannot escape the fate of disappearing among the mediocre beings.

In the next few days, Ji Hangfeng used his professional quality of brown sugar to find out the general working route of Searle very efficiently. He would have breakfast at a restaurant near the company every morning, and then go to work in the company. Visiting different fashion houses, media, advertising companies, etc., most of the time there will be a dinner in the evening, but I will go home before 9 o'clock, and I will go back to rest after taking a walk.

In addition to this super producer, Qin Yi also tried to contact some other scouts, but basically they all hit the wall again and again.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, which is a good thing to say.

Sergerant was very distressed recently. Since he rejected the young guy from China, this guy appeared in front of him almost every day on time, and he couldn't drive him away.

From my good words at the beginning to my cold words later, the man was completely indifferent and turned a deaf ear. He reported on time every day, rain or shine, changed his clothes and makeup, even if he frequently attracted passersby to point and laugh. , thick-skinned and strong perseverance, even Searle began to admire him.

But that's all. Searle's view of him is still rejection, rejection, rejection.

Even though he knew from the beginning that this road was extremely difficult, Qin Yi, who had been mentally prepared for being rejected countless times, felt a little discouraged after a period of time, and began to wonder if this road was really chosen right. Can't really get through?

It was another cold rainy night, and Qin Yi, who was rejected again, hid from the rain at the door of a bar. He looked up at the gloomy sky, as if a heavy mountain weighed on his heart and he couldn't breathe.

For a moment, his self-confidence seemed to be shaken a little.

"Sir, why don't you come in for a drink? It's cold outside."

Qin Yi looked back and saw that it was a black man, with a height of 190 by visual inspection, a strong figure, and slender limbs. The man was wearing a waiter's apron, and he smiled at him, showing his white teeth.

"Ah, no." Qin Yi shook his head and declined his kindness, and the man was not angry, but squatted down beside him and began to chat casually.

"Hey, buddy, Chinese? There are few people in the store, so it's rare to have someone to talk to, don't you mind?"

"Yes. Is this your shop?"

"Haha." The black man laughed, "I'm just a part-time job, I'm a model, and you seem to have great potential, do you want to try this job?"

Qin Yi gave him a slightly surprised look: "You are a model? Then why do you still come here to work part-time?"

The man sighed and showed a helpless wry smile: "Actually, it's not an official contract at all, because they look down on my skin color. You know, people like me are inherently inferior in this circle, but I don't want to I gave up my dream, so I had to take on some scattered private jobs while working part-time."

"..." Qin Yi had mixed feelings in his heart for a moment, and he didn't know how to respond, so he fell silent.

At the entrance of this small bar that day, I don’t know if it was fate. The man who met by chance told him a lot of past events. In this seemingly glamorous city, the sadness and hardship of those low-level models, as well as the vagueness between words Tenacity and determination revealed.

When the rain stopped, Qin Yi said goodbye to him, and walked back slowly, the soft moonlight gradually streamed down from the thick clouds, Qin Yi walked slowly, his disturbed mood and pessimistic confusion gradually settled under the moonlight, It seemed as if the clouds and smoke were cleared away, and the road ahead became clear.

Qin Yi walked step by step on the fresh roadside after the rain. The aroma of cooking food in the residents wafted in the air. His steps were very steady, echoing rhythmically in the quiet street.

Ah, Lao Ji seems to have said that there will be a turkey dinner tonight.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi couldn't help showing a smile, and he felt a little more relaxed. At least he had his old friends by his side to encourage him all the way, so he persisted.

Of course, this series of blows is not completely useless, at least Qin Yi's current English level is as fluent as that of a native, and his original sharp-edged temperament is becoming more and more restrained. On the contrary, there are more peaceful smiles on his face. When taking Doro for a walk, he will say hello to the neighbors nearby, and occasionally joke with the proprietress who sells chicken legs.

Things took a turn for the weekend that week.

Sergeland, like every weekend, would go to the hot spring on West Street for a while, and then go to the restaurant next door to have dinner.Coincidentally, this restaurant just changed hands and was sold to a Chinese owner. The interior decoration has also been renewed, with carved beams and painted buildings, red lacquered vermilion pavilions, from the tables and chairs to the furnishings, there is a full-bodied and full-bodied Chinese style. flavor.

When Searle walked into the store, he immediately felt refreshed and interesting.

There were a lot of guests, and he managed to get a seat. The various Chinese dishes on the menu also whetted his appetite. Before the food was served, he suddenly noticed that the guests at the surrounding tables were all looking in the same direction. Curious, I also turned my head to look at the past——

But among the white people in the room, there was only a black-haired and yellow-skinned man at the opposite table. He was wearing a retro Chinese tunic suit, which fit his well-proportioned body very well. His black hair was combed back meticulously. There were silk strands hanging down from the temples, and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of the man's nose, which well suppressed his sharp eyes.

He sat on the classic leather sofa with his legs folded, with a solemn face, and he sat quietly like that. Under the soft light, the lines of his side face seemed to be engraved from ancient times, as if he had stepped out of posters in the past. same character.

It was just such an environment, such an opportunity, the noise of several tables around him gradually quieted down, as if bewitched by the ancient oriental mysterious power, completely attracted the attention.

Among these people, Searle was naturally included. He stared closely at this man who had been rejected by him countless times. Only this time, it undoubtedly gave him a great visual impact, whether it was lighting, modeling, makeup, Even the angle of the sitting posture is just right. Searle looked at it for a long time, and his eyes finally gradually revealed a hint of admiration and appreciation.

After a while, Searle got up and walked towards Qin Yi, who raised his head and met his gaze, his eyes conveyed the firmness, confidence, and arrogance as always.

"Young man, I have to say, I really didn't expect you to catch such an opportunity." Searle sat down opposite Qin Yi and squinted at him, "To be honest, I still hold on to my original point of view. Putting its own conditions here, it’s really not good enough.”

Qin Yi's heart sank slightly, and he couldn't help but clenched his fingers on the table a little bit. Just when he thought he had failed again this time, he heard Searle change the subject: "However, those who are not good for a successful model The most important thing is temperament, characteristics, self-cultivation, and quality, which are really hard to find. I used to think that you did not have enough qualities to make people shine. Now, you have successfully let me see. Besides, there is your Resilience and grit, lad, you touched me, congratulations, you delivered on your promise and changed my mind."

Serge smiled at him, soft and sincere.

Qin Yi looked at him in surprise, and the sudden opportunity made him clenched his fingers a little excitedly. After a while, he stretched his eyebrows, smiled, and solemnly said: "Thank you, Mr. Searle."

Seeing the dust settle, Ji Hangfeng, who was watching him silently, couldn't help heaving a long sigh of relief. From the time when Qin Yi's career was blocked until now, his aggrieved, hesitant and depressed, finally got relief at this moment. In order to reciprocate, Ji Hangfeng looked at the back of the other party who was still tall and straight, and for some reason, a sour touch suddenly appeared in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than two weeks since he came to the United States, and Qin Yi's career is on the right track again. Compared with those young men and women who have been wandering for several years and have not entered the door, he really feels very lucky up.

It was snowing a lot this afternoon. In the afternoon, Searle made an appointment with an advertiser for him. Before he could go out, the room was warm with a stove burning. Qin Yi was nestled comfortably on the sofa in the living room, with two long legs. Stretch it out and stuff it under the dog's belly. It's a pure natural and pollution-free foot warmer. It's not too greasy.

Just as he was squinting his eyes and preparing to take a nap, the damn knock on the door rang again.

Qin Yi opened the door with his slippers very upset, and said while opening the door, "I don't subscribe to insurance or newspapers, milk is already ordered, and I don't need special services, you—"

"..."

Qin Yi stared at the man outside for a second, then closed the door expressionlessly, mocking himself silently, did he have hallucinations?

Ah, it must be the wrong way to open the door.

With that in mind, he opened the door again——

In the end, he still met Pei Hanrui's deep, dark eyes, staring at him burningly.

"... Someone gave you a special service?" He asked with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

The author has something to say: Mr. Pei _(:з」∠)_ from 818, a gift from thousands of miles away

You are too sweet to think you can reconcile like this =_,=