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Chapter 5 Five: The Way of the Secret Service—Strength

"Then, please leave first, everyone over the age of 30." Qi Ruixiang said calmly.

A word is like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, most of the people are unfortunately splashed, and stunned after being shocked.

"Why?" a woman in her 30s asked dissatisfied.You must know how much she cherishes this opportunity, even if it is only a temporary assistant, she resolutely quit her original job and came here to apply for a job. Now she is not reconciled to being sentenced to death with such a fluffy sentence.

Qi Ruixiang glanced at her, and said calmly: "Why do you think we need to recruit assistants? We don't have enough manpower? It's a joke. If there are not enough manpower for even the stars, then the human race must be extinct. We stylists with no shortage of experience. There is no shortage of technology, but what is missing is the thinking of young people today, do you understand?"

"But, but..." There are still many people who are not reconciled.

Qi Ruixiang picked up the phone without hesitation and summoned the security guards to take these people out.

The rest of the people feel sad and sad, and feel sad for the death of the rabbit and the fox.

Qi Ruixiang counted the remaining people, a total of 23, clapped his hands, and recruited 23 male and female models without makeup.The models have different styles, some are smiling, some are frosty, some are youthful and beautiful, some are mature and elegant.

"Okay, you can choose your models now."

Everyone acted quickly. You must know that choosing a model is also a science. The more prominent the model is, the easier it is to dress up, while the model that has not yet grown up requires more brains from the stylist, and the ideal effect may not be obtained.

Kong Zixi stands out in the crowd, not only because of her pure and elegant image, but also because of her strolling figure among a group of restless people.

On the judging panel, a handsome young stylist couldn't help shouting to her: "Beauty, have you gone to the wrong place? This is to select stylists, not newcomers."

Confucius held the wrist of an unattended girl model, smiled at the handsome stylist, and said softly: "Mr. Fang, I did not go wrong. I am here to select the stylist."

Fangzheng rubbed his nose, he was only in his early thirties, very young, why did he feel that he could not keep up with the thoughts of young girls nowadays?

The model chosen by Kong Zixi is probably in her early twenties, and she is still young in the modeling industry. The biggest feature is that she has not yet developed her own characteristics. Kong Zixi likes such models because it gives her more room to play. She likes Try and challenge different things.

"My name is Kong Zixi, what's your name?" Confucius asked with a smile on his face, making people feel like a spring breeze.

"My name is Tian Xiaoxiao." The girl replied shyly.

"Is this a stage name?" Kong Zixi blinked at her.

Tian Xiaoxiao bit her lip, looked left and right, leaned into her ear, and whispered, "My real name is Tian Xiaoxiao. Sister Song thinks my name is not distinctive, so I changed it to Tian Xiaoxiao. In fact, I think this name is too vulgar. gone."

Confucius nodded with a smile, as if agreeing with her words, so she couldn't help but continue to talk. "I was pulled to make up the numbers this time. The one who didn't come seemed to be dating her boyfriend, which made Sister Song very angry. Sister Song said, 'The worst models here are better than you!' Then I was pulled here."

Confucius couldn't help laughing "puchi", rubbed Tian Xiaoxiao's head, and said, "Then I would like to ask you to teach me a lot."

Tian Xiaoxiao hurriedly waved her hands and said, "No, I'll teach you whatever you want."

Qi Ruixiang saw that everyone had chosen a good partner, so he directly announced the title: "Now, please make a hairstyle for your model that is the opposite of its style. In order to prevent people from being fooled, a note with the model's style is placed on each model. In hand. The time limit is three 10 minutes. Start the timer now!"

The scene was filled with mourning, and those who thought they had chosen a good model wanted to cry without tears.

The corner of Confucius' mouth twitched as he held the note that said "no style".

After a while, Kong Zixi raised his head and patted Tian Xiaoxiao's shoulder, who was almost ashamed, and comforted him: "It's okay, other people's challenges are no lower than ours. Well, let me think about it, since the opposite style has no ideas, I will try it." My new idea."

Due to the large number of people, dozens of curtains were opened at the scene.Separate each person so that each person occupies about one square meter.

"What are you going to do?" Xiaoxiao asked curiously.

Kong Zixi shook off the square cloth, tied a beautiful bow on the back of Xiaoxiao's neck, and said with a smile: "Now, please close your eyes, our future world supermodel, Miss Xiaoxiao, and the future world-renowned stylist, Miss Kong Zixi, will do it for you." Create the most dreamy country, Nowistheshowtime!"

"Chi—" A disdainful voice came from the next door.

Kong Zixi and Tian Xiaoxiao looked at each other, were silent for a while, and suddenly smiled at each other.

Time passed minute by minute.The stylists on the judging panel were all talking in low voices.

The youngest stylist, Fang Zheng, is still obsessed with his recklessness just now.I couldn't help finding the authority Qi Ruixiang to confide in: "Brother Qi, is it true that I am too old to keep up with the times?"

Qi Ruixiang glanced at him, secretly thinking that he is still young, his skills are enough, his personality is not mature enough, and he is entangled in trivial matters.

In order not to discourage the young stylist with a bright future, Qi Ruixiang explained in a good voice: "Fangzheng, not all handsome men and women like to be stars. Everyone has different pursuits. You can't generalize based on your thinking." Strengthening his persuasiveness, he said, "Just like you."

When Fangzheng heard what he wanted to hear most, he immediately resurrected on the spot with full blood.Looking at the curtain where Kong Zixi is with great interest, I am very much looking forward to the wonderful performance of the juniors who have walked on the same road of no return with me.

"Have you decided to take her in?" Qi Ruixiang asked casually.

"Yeah." Fangzheng didn't look back, and said firmly: "Even if she makes it miserable, I will train her well so that she won't regret stepping on this no, cough, road."

10 minutes soon arrived, and the 23 curtains were opened at the same time, and all kinds of gorgeousness almost blinded the judges' eyes.

After all, all the people present were young people, and almost all the people who walked away were shocked and gorgeous at first sight.However, the idea is good, and the crash is tragic.

Kong Zixi glanced at the gothic sweet smile beside him with a wry smile, and it was really uncharacteristic now.

Although it didn't have the expected shocking effect, everyone still introduced their designs in a stumbling manner.

Most people's level is at the stage where a bucket of water is less than half a bucket of water. It will be a tragedy if a model with too strong style is selected among these people. No matter how to remedy their level, it will be full of contradictions and incoordination.

It's Confucius' turn.

Fang Zheng preempted Qi Ruixiang and said: "That's right, the style is fresh and elegant, simple and unadorned, full of strong natural atmosphere..."

Qi Ruixiang quickly grabbed the microphone, coughed twice, as if he wanted to wait for Fangzheng's bad influence to dissipate, and then said: "Tell me what you think."

Kong Zixi nodded with a smile, and slowly began to introduce: "My model, Ms. Tian Xiaoxiao, has not yet developed a style, so I decided to create a strong and sharp look for her, so I chose a gothic style. I did this It can be said to be a coincidence, but after I practiced, I found that Xiaoxiao’s modeling effect is very good, and I can assert that Xiaoxiao is not so much a style as an all-round model, she is suitable for any shape. I want to say, if you choose her It's my luck."

Just as Confucius finished speaking, he heard a familiar sneer again.She tilted her head to look at the source of the sound, and saw that it was an exceptionally handsome young man. He raised his chin in disdain, and made a mouth shape at Kong Zixi. Because it was exaggerated, it was easy to distinguish it—hypocrisy, childishness , Flatterer.

Confucius' west face froze, and he quickly returned to normal, not fussing with the immature kid.However, in the eyes of an immature kid, her indifference was naked ignorance and provocation. He said angrily, "We'll see," and walked to the judges proudly, "My..."

"Needless to say, you can go down."

"Why!" the little brat roared dissatisfied.

Qi Ruixiang's expression showed a touch of embarrassment, he picked up the phone instead of the phone, hung up quickly with "hmm" a few times, and said decisively: "Next."

The little boy tried to rush forward to argue, but was grabbed by his model.This is an unfortunate male model, whose original handsome face was replaced by a ghost painting talisman, and the creator of the ghost painting talisman shamelessly shouted at the judges: "You are disrespecting me and my abstract art!"

While the kid was still trying to add color to his design, the door opened, and it wasn't the security guards who came in at this moment, but two bodyguards in black uniforms.They bowed to the judges blankly, turned around, and dragged away the yelling brat.

(End of this chapter)