National Tide 1980.

Chapter 1302: Special Request No.

"Don't make me sound like a money-grubber. I'm doing this for the sake of going public..."

"Yes, I know everything. You are a great general manager who has the interests of all shareholders in mind. I am the one who is greedy for money. Why do I always support you? Because I believe that thanks to you, my farm will be expanded in no time."

"I really can't do anything about you. The more beautiful a woman is, the more trouble she will cause!"

Pierre grumbled something again, but his stern face softened as Catherine fed him some rice soup.

Finally, seriously weigh the pros and cons.

"Just try your best? I can't guarantee that those girls can wear the main clothing. After all, China is too backward in fashion, and the Paris International Fabric and Fashion Exhibition in July and the Autumn and Winter New Product Conference in September are not important! There are too few Chinese girls, unlike those other white and black models who are left for us to choose. If those girls are too far from our requirements..."

After a moment's silence, Pierre raised his difficulties.

"I understand, Pierre. I fully understand your authority and expertise in the fashion field. I also know your expectations for every Yves Saint Laurent show. My expectations are actually the same as yours. So... just 'try your best'."

Catherine smiled. She knew how to understand men's psychology and the principle of relaxing and loosening up.

From the Chinese perspective, it means knowing how to advance and retreat at critical moments.

"We are just like adding one or two minor characters to a movie. It doesn't matter if they are more or less. What's important is that we can explain it to our friends..."

"Okay. Try your best then."

Pierre found it acceptable and finally showed signs of compromise.

However, out of businessman's instinct, he still cares a lot about money.

"What if it's just a matter of cost? I need to cut costs, and I won't give them a high price..."

However, Catherine had a different attitude towards this matter.

"Don't be so stingy. They are Chinese girls. Their country is very backward, but when they come here, they still need to buy bread and pay rent. Our friend made this request because he wants to take care of his compatriots. He will not be happy if you treat those poor girls like beggars. If that's the case, it's better to pretend that nothing happened."

Her words were harsh, but they were legitimate and true.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Let's just say those girls got lucky. Anyway, we didn't pay anything for this investment, except that Yves lost a treasure from his personal collection. Just consider it as the reception fee for this new shareholder..."

Pierre was stunned for a moment, and finally nodded helplessly.

But then, as if to vent his pent-up anger and work-related stress, he raised his tone and issued a warning.

"But this matter ends here. Don't come back in a few days and say that Ning's Japanese wife wants to put a few Japanese girls on the catwalk again. If that happens, even Yves will be angry. We can't arrange so many Asian faces..."

"No." Catherine didn't take it as an offense and actually gave him a mysterious smile.

"Do you know why Ning asked me to do this in private? Besides the fact that he doesn't want to face you directly and doesn't want this to hurt the relationship between the two sides, there is another important reason, which is that he only wants Chinese girls to receive such preferential treatment. And he doesn't want his Japanese wife to know about this different treatment. What you are worried about is actually what he is worried about."

This news also made Pierre stunned and dumbfounded.

He never expected that Ning Weimin, who was willing to transfer 500 million assets to his wife's name, would actually hide his thoughts from his beloved wife on some things.

"Oh, by the way, Ning also specifically reminded us that he hopes we can take care of those girls from the Chinese mainland, and don't confuse them with foreign Chinese or Chinese from other Asian countries and regions. Those people are not his targets."

Catherine suddenly spoke again and added.

"Hey, this is too much! How can I be 100% sure? Asians all look the same, how can I tell them apart accurately?"

And this interrupted Pierre's thoughts again.

He didn't expect this matter to be so troublesome, and he couldn't help but feel indignant.

"Don't worry about it, it's easy."

Catherine gave him the most direct solution.

"Let's look at the passport. We can ask for passports when we select Asian models. We can use any girl who holds a Republic passport."

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Sometimes, a few random words from some people can determine the fate of many people.

Most people like to attribute their different experiences to luck.

But these people never know that their luck is often determined by the exchange of interests of others.

What they think is extremely important may not be that important to some people.

Even without realizing it, their lives can be priced and determined.

And this is what happened at the Yves Saint Laurent model casting...

A dozen models walked down the catwalk, facing the gleaming camera lenses.

In addition to the executive director, the people responsible for the preliminary casting here include the costume designer and the body coach of Yves Saint Laurent.

Whether it was the models on the field or the judges, they all knew how important what they were doing was.

Therefore, everyone was meticulous, and the judges focused on their own professional parts and were responsible for scoring the models who came on stage.

In order to gain career opportunities, models try their best to show themselves on stage.

And just at this moment, Pierre came.

"What on earth are you so selective about?" he said a little irritably.

However, as the general manager of Yves Saint Laurent, he can certainly treat his subordinates with any attitude.

The director noticed Pierre's displeasure and quickly explained, "Are you dissatisfied? This is just a preliminary selection. In fact, we have already recorded the names of more than a dozen people today. I think you will be much happier if you come again in three days."

And the body coach of Yves Saint Laurent also agreed.

"Yes, few women are perfect. They may have nice breasts but a bad butt. Even if they are both good, their legs are not strong enough. If you don't want crappy girls, you have to be patient. Although the girls who come here are all tall beauties, we still need to carefully observe their every step and then select the most expressive ones with a strong body and close to perfection."

However, to Pierre, who was clear about his purpose, these explanations made no sense at all.

"I'm not saying that. I'm asking, why are there only white people and black people? Where are the Asians? Why do I only see one or two? Don't you think something is missing?"

"Asians?" the director asked in confusion, "Do we need Asians? At this year's spring and summer fashion show, didn't you say that Asian models are too thin, their muscles are not strong enough, and their figures and heights are too thin? If you want to use them, go find TINA CHOW or Yamaguchi Sayoko..." At this time, the people in the fashion design department did not care about their relatively humble status and expressed their professional opinions.

"Mr. Pierre, it's like this. This year, our company's autumn and winter women's clothing has a lot of coats, and there are also many neutral dresses and leather jackets. Would it be inappropriate to use Asian models? Whether in terms of the three-dimensional sense of facial features or body shape, according to the boss's design drawings, Nordic models are more suitable for our needs. Black models can appear in sweaters, furs, and long skirts as embellishments. This is the selection plan proposed by our design department."

However, they still misjudged the situation. Pierre's determination would never be influenced by these little Karamis.

"Well, listen carefully. I'm officially informing you that there are some small changes in the model selection plan. I need four Chinese models. Listen carefully. They must be Chinese, models from the Republic. Got it? Not Asian models. Don't fool me with Tina Chow and Japanese models. I need Chinese girls with Republic passports. If any of you have resources in this regard, go and contact them. I don't care how you do it, just get four people together and bring them directly to see me. Oh, by the way, let them bring their passports, and you can also tell them that the price is preferential. Even newcomers with no fame and experience can do it, the minimum price is 5,000 francs per show. If the quality is acceptable, and they have a little fame, and are qualified to wear the main costumes, it can be 50,000 francs per show..."

After saying this, Pierre left the three people standing there in a daze.

"Good heavens! fifty thousand francs!"

The director exclaimed, "Our general manager is crazy! He wants to pay such a high price to Asian models! It's 30% higher than the market price..."

"It's a Chinese model," the body coach corrected, "Don't make a mistake."

The fashion designer couldn't help but reveal his true feelings, "That's not going to be easy. Chinese girls? How many are there in the whole of Paris?"

The director almost covered his face at this time, "What the hell is this? Why did Pierre do this? He can say this to us, can we mark such conditions on the recruitment notice? Is this obvious racial tendency really allowed? The law does not allow it..."

However, their suffering quickly became gospel for some people.

This news spread through the three people's respective networks. Just a few hours later, through the French telecommunications department, countless model agents and their brokers learned the news.

One of them, a model agent named Tommy Ditta, was delighted to realize that his luck had come.

Because he happened to know two Chinese girls, and he had been envious of one of them for a long time.

The girl was pretty and had very delicate skin, just like the rosemary girl in Italian mythology who was watered with milk.

He thought this might be an opportunity for him to achieve his goal, and it was very likely that he would make money and have a good time.

It’s a pity that the Chinese girl he liked had clearly rejected his pursuit several times.

She seemed to be very disgusted with him and didn't believe what he said, and refused to meet him as scheduled.

So he had no choice but to call and make an appointment with another Chinese girl with dark skin and a more lively personality to meet in a cafe.

"Listen, this is definitely not the temporary performance like in the past. This time I plan to take you to a large fashion company for an interview and get you on the list of the company's autumn and winter show during Paris Fashion Week. And it's you and her, both of you together. The interview should be a formality. With your conditions, I will at least get you 40,000 francs per show. How about it? This is a good job, isn't it?"

As soon as they met, Tommy stated his purpose directly.

He was directly laying out the bait, both to show off and to shock. In his opinion, no girl could resist such temptation.

However, he really underestimated the scheming of Chinese girls. Based on the experience of his ancestors, every failure makes one wiser. Even the girl who came to see him did not take his words seriously.

"That's it. Forget it. We all have jobs and the amount is about the same. Thank you. You should find someone else. I came here mainly to remind you that you still owe us 100,000 francs in compensation. If you don't pay it, I will find someone else to talk to you next time..."

The girl was straightforward. She had only been sitting down for two minutes when she picked up her bag and was ready to leave.

As a result, it was not the girl who was anxious, but Tommy.

"Hey, why don't you believe me? I'm serious. You have jobs? Aren't they temporary jobs? I'm going to introduce you to Yves Saint Laurent, a real brand. And it's a batch job, from the Paris Fashion Fabric Exhibition in July to the Paris Fashion Week in September, a full two months of work. Once the contract is completed, even if you have to pay taxes, if you don't make a million francs in the end, I'll be doing a bad job."

"Is it really that good?" The girl finally got serious. "It is indeed Yves Saint Laurent's autumn and winter show. Are you kidding me?"

"Of course not, I guarantee it on my reputation."

Tommy finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that talking about money really works.

Then he gave another evil smile, finally revealing his vulgar side.

"But you should also understand. This kind of internal quota is not easy to get, and I also paid a lot. So I want 30% of your salary as commission. But even so, I can only earn a little, so I still want to thank you for extra compensation. I'm afraid your friend will have to give me some sweets. If she is willing to come out to have dinner with me tonight and go home with me. Then I can guarantee that this job belongs to you."

In order to give his prey confidence, he even deliberately added, "You should know that if I didn't have confidence that I could do this, I wouldn't have made such a request."

As expected, he was scolded again.

"I was right, you are a pervert." The Chinese girl said, "Keep your job and find another girl, my friend won't accept it. Fortunately she didn't come, otherwise she would have lost her appetite after hearing what you said. Don't contact us again, bastard." After that, the Chinese girl stood up and left without looking back.

Tommy was stunned for a moment. He couldn't believe what he had experienced.

Girls who come to be models do so to become famous quickly and earn more money.

  In this line of work, what's wrong with doing business with men?

All girls should know that this is the only way to make their lives easier.

  But the Chinese girl seemed to be the exception, and actually made a fuss about such an issue!

"Hey, don't try that on me!" Tommy woke up and shouted at the Chinese girl's back, "I know you. You girls came to Paris just to be famous. As long as you can be famous, you are willing to do anything. You are just waiting for the price. I bet each of you has been slept with at least ten men. Why are you pretending? You are leaving now, and I will give this opportunity to someone else!"

However, the psychology of the Chinese girl is something he will never be able to understand.

Tommy looked at the girl's back, who didn't even turn around, and only got a middle finger gesture in response.

This kind of ending almost made him introverted.

He was at a loss, not knowing whether to chase her or not.

The reason for chasing is because you are afraid that the other party will raise the price.

But he won't chase it. This is obviously money that is within his reach, and he really can't bear to give it up.

He really didn't expect that he originally wanted to trick others and catch his prey, but in the end, others forced him into a desperate situation.

  What is this called!

However, that’s not all. The Chinese girl lived in an apartment building not far away. She didn’t go anywhere and went straight home.

As soon as she opened the door, she excitedly found her good sister to tell her the news.

"Xiaoxiao, I let you guess. That bitch Tommy is really desperate and is still thinking about taking advantage of you. However, this guy seems to have revealed an incredible news. Yves Saint Laurent seems to be in urgent need of Asian models. We have to give it a try..."

However, the people in the room did not react and just stared at the TV screen.

It was not until the Chinese girl who came back to report the news called her for a long time that she finally turned around, but she talked about other things indifferently.

"Little Stone, Brother Ning is also in France. I just saw him on TV. He seemed to be accompanying Miss Matsumoto to the Cannes Film Festival. He showed up shortly after the British princess made her debut. Can you go to Pierre Cardin to inquire about his situation for me? He should at least report to the head office, right?"

As a result, Shi Kaili was so angry that she stamped her feet. "You, why can't you forget him? You have shed so many tears for him. No, no, I say, sister, he is married, he has his own life, and we have ours. Let's talk about how to make money first, okay? I'm talking about Yves Saint Laurent, the autumn fashion show, you... you are really hopeless..."