Ji Shuyao received the photo sent by Lin Fan and zoomed in to examine it carefully.
The ski suit accentuated her shoulder, waist, and leg proportions, and the silver-rimmed ski goggles perched on her nose gave her a cool, edgy look. Even in a cluttered studio, she stood out. Her endorsement fee should probably be lower...
He was silent for a moment, then replied to Lin Fan, "Slacking off during work hours will result in a pay cut."
When Lin Fan saw the message, he felt like his heart was about to stop. He hadn't even had a chance to enjoy his new raise! Brother Yao, don't you have a heart?!
Song Shi'an let Ou Wen modify him, using safety pins and measuring tapes in turn. He asked curiously, "Is the main series ski suits?"
Ou Wen, his hands still busy and a few safety pins dangling from his mouth, mumbled, "The main focus is on the skiing series, including endorsements for skis and the like. We'll be shooting the whole series."
Song Shi'an was completely bewildered; did this mean he still had to learn to ski?
In all his years, he had only ever watched the Winter Olympics on television; his connection to skiing was limited to knowing that snow was white.
But thinking about the 1.8 million he's about to receive, it seems acceptable. It's just falling from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain; he's even jumped out of a plane, what's skiing? But this thing can kill people, right...?
It wasn't until after 8 p. m. that Ou Wen finally put down the safety pin and straightened up. "No problem, it's all altered. I'll just go through this design and make the finished garment for you. We'll rush to finish it tonight, and we can shoot the poster tomorrow morning."
Fang Yancheng quickly said, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Song. The company has arranged accommodation for you and will take you back to rest. Dinner is upstairs at the hotel; everything has been arranged."
Song Shi'an was already starving, and he and Lin Fan went straight to the restaurant on the twelfth floor as soon as they arrived at the hotel.
He was stunned when the elevator doors opened. The entire restaurant was designed with large areas of glass as its main feature, with floor-to-ceiling windows capturing the entire night view, and the city lights spreading out all over the place.
The booths are semi-privately partitioned with frosted glass, and soft, light music plays in the open space. This place doesn't look cheap, and the company is quite generous.
Lin Fan glanced down at the table, then widened his eyes and whispered in his ear, "Bro! This place costs over 30,000 a night! Restaurants start at 10,000 per person!"
Song Shi'an pushed his sunglasses up his nose. "Since someone's treating, what's there to be afraid of? It's a rare opportunity to come, so eat as much as you want."
The waiter led the two to a booth. Lin Fan looked around curiously, and froze when his gaze swept over the booth diagonally opposite him.
He tugged at Song Shi'an's sleeve and whispered, "Brother! Your idol!"
As soon as Song Shi'an sat down, upon hearing the word "idol," he immediately turned his head and looked in the direction Lin Fan had indicated— Ye Qinghe!
She sat by the window wearing a beige cardigan, the light falling on her profile, looking completely different from the radiant diva she was at her last concert.
There was a woman sitting opposite me; she looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place her.
He turned to look at Lin Fan and found that Lin Fan's expression was even more shocked than before. " Lin Fan, what's wrong?"
Lin Fan lowered his voice even further, as if afraid of being overheard. " Su Ling! Didn't they break up over a dating reality show? Their fans are fighting every day."
Upon hearing the name, Song Shi'an immediately remembered that the people next to him at the last concert were gossiping about Su Ling and Ye Qinghe, and he even went back and searched for them on Weibo.
The two fan groups had a fierce online battle over a male celebrity from a dating reality show a year ago. Afterwards, the two went their separate ways and had no further public contact.
The two seemed to be having a good time chatting, is this what you call a falling out? Friendships in the entertainment industry are indeed hard to fathom.
His gossipy nature burned fiercely, and his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the person diagonally opposite him.
The waiter handed him the menu, and he looked down to flip through it. He saw that the portions in the pictures were extremely small, and he really wanted to ask for a whole set, but then he thought that since the waiter was treating him, it wouldn't be good to eat too much.
I briefly ordered two pages and then handed the menu back to the waiter.
The waiter looked at the two pages that had been turned, a hint of shock in his eyes, but still politely confirmed, "Do you want both of these pages?"
Song Shi'an nodded firmly. Just as the waiter was about to turn and leave, he called him back, thinking he wanted to change the menu. But then he ordered three more glasses of juice.
"Yes, sir." The waiter smiled and left, her professionalism preventing her from asking any further questions.
Lin Fan asked curiously, "Brother, why three cups? Is anyone else here?"
Song Shi'an took out his phone and placed it on the table. "No, I'll have two drinks, you'll have one, and the other one is called something like 'Lost in the Evening Breeze Grapefruit,' I want to try what grapefruit tastes like after getting lost."
Lin Fan's lips twitched; he could never keep up with his brother's thought process.
Song Shi'an only found out after opening Weibo that Ye Qinghe had been on tour recently and had just held a concert in this city yesterday.
But what's up with Su Ling? The two of them seem to be having a good time chatting.
The waiters started serving the dishes, one after another, and soon the table was overflowing. They even added a small cart next to it. Dishes like cream truffle soup, pan-fried foie gras, slow-cooked oxtail, and red wine braised lamb shank were served, turning the Western meal into a buffet.
The waiter wanted to continue serving, offering to portion the food and pour the drinks, but Song Shi'an immediately said, "No need, we can do it ourselves, thank you." Wouldn't that just slow down his eating?!
The waiter smiled and left. Song Shi'an took off his mask and glasses, rolled up his sleeves, and started eating.
Lin Fan watched his brother eat with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, his table manners weren't bad, but wasn't the speed a bit too fast?
Didn't I just finish a bag of beef jerky and a box of biscuits when I was altering clothes? My stomach feels like a bottomless pit.
While eating, Song Shi'an kept an eye on Ye Qinghe's movements. He buried his head in his food, took a few bites of lamb shank, and then picked up the glass of "Lost in the Evening Breeze" grapefruit and took a sip.
It was just grapefruit sparkling water; he thought he could glean some profound life insights from it. When he looked up again, the two people diagonally opposite him were gone.
Just as I was about to look away and continue eating, a voice drifted over from the booth next to me. "Have you stared enough, little brother?"
Song Shi'an nearly choked to death on the sparkling water, clutching his chest and coughing for a while.
Ye Qinghe, who had just disappeared, reappeared next to their booth at some point. Her face was mostly covered by a mask, and she stood there with her arms crossed, looking down at them with slightly curved eyes.
He took several deep breaths to catch his breath. " Senior Ye... what brings you here?"
Ye Qinghe tilted her head. "Oh? I've been watching for so long, shouldn't I come over and say hello?"
No way! Was he that obvious just now? How was he discovered so discreetly? Does Ye Qinghe have X-ray vision? He's cheating!!