Qin Ze felt that he had overreacted a little, mainly because the anger he had brought back from Aunt's place had not yet cooled down. It had made him irritable.
Lu Xun had once said that when something happened, don't panic. Take some medicine. It wasn't a big problem.
See? A celebrity was a celebrity. His skill at keeping his cool was worth learning from.
He spent a few minutes going over the contract and understood why his sister had agreed to do the photo shoot.
Because Party A had the right to choose the clothing requirements. In other words, his sister could choose not to wear a bikini, not to show off cleavage, and not to stick out her pale, bare ass.
Qin Ze said, "Wouldn't that go against your magazine's principle of constantly pushing the line?"
The cover of Men's Style magazine would have been more than suitable as the cover of a 90s Hong Kong Category III film.
But once it was draped in the garb of art and fashion, everything suddenly looked classy. If the relevant authorities intervened, everyone would say your thinking was backward and that you were a country bumpkin.
Yet similar line-pushing behavior would be suppressed brutally in other industries. For example, Newspaper Selling Young Man, who would never get a recommendation in this lifetime, had an mmp he really wanted to say.
"For Qin CEO to agree to a photo shoot is already the best possible hot topic. We only ask that her clothing not be too conservative," the middle-aged man said.
"Fine." Qin Ze agreed and glanced at his sister.
His sister, who shared an unspoken understanding with him, instantly understood what he meant and nodded slightly.
Once Qin Ze confirmed there were no tricks in the contract, he relaxed and