I am not an artist when I am reborn

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Opportunity for White Whoring

Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Su Jinxing looked at his completely new self, and nodded in satisfaction.

In my previous life, because of my identity as an artist, I couldn't wear whatever clothes I liked, even if it was everyday private clothes, I still had to choose within the style limits given by the company.

The popular Italian-style suits are in line with the public's aesthetics, but it is somewhat out of date to put them on fashion-forward idol artists.

But now Su Jinxing doesn't have such troubles, hey, buddy is no longer an artist!
"The appearance of the guest Nim is really superior. Have you considered becoming an artist?" The stylist sighed sincerely.

"Artist?" Su Jinxing smiled, "I don't plan to do it."

"Bill, please."

"Inside!"

It was already afternoon when I left the styling studio, I went in the morning and came out in the afternoon.Styling is such a time-consuming process. If you are a woman, this time will only be longer.

Su Jinxing didn't go to the suit shop to order a suit for the time being. First of all, he didn't have so much money, and he had to wait for the release of "Roar" to get money.Secondly, this suit is enough for him now, there is no need to get a suit that is too good, he does not need a suit of this level at his current level.

Although a person's status is not set off by clothes, but his identity and connotation.But Su Jinxing has not reached that point yet, and in a country like South Korea that puts a lot of emphasis on first impressions, your clothes are the most intuitive place for the other party to judge your class.

Through your clothes, the other party will judge whether you and he belong to the same class, and based on this, the other party will adjust his attitude according to different people.

This kind of hierarchical sense is integrated into every aspect of daily life. After staying in Korea for so many years, Su Jinxing must go to the country to do as the Romans do, even if he still doesn't like this habit.

Coming out of the modeling studio, looking up at the sky that didn't bring much warmth, he sighed slightly.

"Should have bought a car."

He looked at the bus stop sign on the side of the road and walked over.

There is a middle school next to it. Most of the schools have club activities in the afternoon. The junior high school students who have club activities will do activities in the school. Some of them who have no activities choose to study in the study room or cram school, and the other part goes home directly with their bags.

Su Jinxing came to the bus stop, surrounded by a few junior high school students carrying schoolbags and chatting with each other. After Su Jinxing, the "Agassi" in a suit, approached, the voice of the conversation quietly subsided. down.

A few little girls sneaked a peek at him from time to time, and Su Jinxing pretended not to see them.

The trainees of the SM family, whoever goes out without being peeped by passers-by, will be laughed at when they go back.

The gold content of South Korea's flower fields!

[Buy a watch, don’t be too high-profile, choose one from the Portofino series of IWC.After that, I will have a meal, I am a little hungry, and I will get up early tomorrow to go to the company...]
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The vibrating mobile phone in his pocket brought back Su Jinxing's thoughts of planning the next itinerary.

He took out the phone that he had forgotten to switch back from vibrate.

Note: Mom.

Line connected.

"Hey, Mom."

The blurted Chinese drew the sideways glances of the surrounding junior high school students who were also waiting for the bus. Taking advantage of the emptiness, they admired Su Jinxing's profile openly.

Feeling the gazes from both sides, Su Jinxing's expression remained unchanged, as steady as an old dog.

"Xiao Su, are you not busy now?" Mother Su's voice came from the receiver.

"Not busy, I'm shopping outside." Su Jinxing looked at the bus time on the bus stop and replied.

"Shouldn't you be practicing in the company at this time?" Mother Su asked suspiciously.

"I haven't had time to tell you yet. My contract with the company has changed from a trainee contract to a producer contract. The basic annual salary is about [-]."

"One hundred thousand? Xiao Su, you haven't been cheated, have you?" Mother Su's first reaction was that her son must have been cheated.

The trainee contract of SM company is only [-] yuan a month. In Seoul, where the price level is the same as that of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, the family has to give Su Jinxing living expenses every month, otherwise he will definitely starve to death.

His bowl of instant noodles costs 2012 yuan. This is [-]!
Prices in Seoul are extremely expensive.

"Mom, don't worry." Su Jinxing is not a real child, of course he knows what his mother is worried about, "It was the company's art director who talked to me personally. Our company's art director is a very good leader. I wrote Two songs were taken by the company, and then the trainee contract was converted into a producer contract for me."

Su Jinxing briefly outlined the process of contract transformation.

"How is this producer compared to a trainee? Are you no longer a star?" Mother Su asked.

"I won't do it. I'm going to go to a good university and then work in a company."

"You..." Su's mother was a little speechless, "It was you who wanted to die and go to Korea to become a star, and now you are the one who voluntarily gave up."

"Ahem, I was young and ignorant at the time." Su Jinxing blushed, he couldn't tell his mother that he was a good-for-nothing, and that he was just an [-]th-line street singer after his debut, right?
"Don't talk about this, what do you want from me?" Su Jinxing changed the subject.

"Send your contract later, and I'll get someone to check if there's any problem. Remember to send the original, and I'll get a lawyer who can speak Korean." Su's mother was still worried, and added.

"Got it, let's talk about it."

"Are you coming back this year for Chinese New Year?"

"It's too early to say, but if there are no accidents, we should go back."

The bus went from far to near, and Su Jinxing took out the Korean won from his wallet with his mobile phone in his hands.

"Do you remember, Uncle Song Ya? Song Ya, who was a doctor in Xiehe Shenwai, came to our house to give you a red envelope when you were 12 years old."

"Remember, what's wrong?" Su Jinxing said casually.

"The little girl in their family wants to go to Seoul to play. They plan to go there for two days in two days. I think you can take them to play if you have time."

"Come to Seoul?" Su Jinxing followed the junior high school students on the bus, and put Korean won into it, "When will you come? I have something to do next Monday, so I may not have time."

I found a place to sit down and opened the window for a little air.

"Wednesday's plane, pick it up if you're free, and forget it if you're not," Su's mother said.

"That's fine, you can push Uncle Song Ya's WeChat ID to me later."

"He doesn't necessarily have WeChat, so I'll give you your phone number." Mother Su said.

Su Jinxing was startled, and then he realized that WeChat has not yet reached the level of popularization among the people in the later generations, and QQ is still the dominant one.

However, the rise of WeChat in the past two years is obvious, and it will be completely popularized in just two years.

"Okay. What's the name of the little girl in Uncle Song Ya's house? She wants to come to Seoul so much? Is there a celebrity she's in love with?" Su Jinxing asked with a smile.

"I guess so, the girl seems to be called Yuqi, right? Song Yuqi."

Su Jinxing: "?"

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(End of this chapter)