The Model Association is located outside the East Fourth Ring Road, so there are many model training classes nearby. However, with the development of the times, the training classes have also changed their guns and cannons, changing their routes to go high and high. Such cultural communication companies, brokerage companies, training bases, and their names are very terrible, but in fact they change the soup and not the medicine.

An old community near East Station.

A large billboard hung outside the wall near the roadside, which reads: Xinqiu Model Agency.

There is no storefront on the first floor of the company, only stairs. Only after going up the second floor can you reach the ground.

"Hello sir, are you training consultation or business cooperation?" The front desk was a girl in her early twenties, with fair skin and tender face, and a student spirit on her body. She either worked part-time or just graduated.

"I'll look for Jiang Hai."

After Hui looked around, there was no big change compared to two years ago. The promotional posters posted on the wall were as messy as small advertisements on the corridor, with no sense of design.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked the female front desk.

Yu Hui was stunned when he heard this. The training class with a bigger sesame seeds can be heard in the bathroom. You can hear the whole building. Do you still need to make an appointment?

"I'll make an appointment now." He took out his cell phone and called Fatty Jiang.

"Dou...Dou...Click!"

The phone is connected.

"Dayu, I finally waited for your call. Let me tell you where I'll pick you up." Fatty Jiang's anxious voice came from his ears.

Yu Hui took the phone out of his ear, turned his head to look at the office area, and suddenly shouted loudly into the corridor, "I'm here."

"ah?"

A scream came from the microphone, and then I saw Fatty Jiang hurriedly running out of the general manager's room.

Perhaps in the training class, Fatty Jiang was wearing very serious clothes. He was wearing Zenia's shirt, Armani's trousers, and Feige's Oxford shoes were shiny. He was obviously a successful person.

"Dayu!" Jiang Hai hurried over and said happily, "Why don't you go in and look for me when you come?"

Yu Hui shook his phone, "You are so busy, don't I make an appointment with you in advance!"

Jiang Haishao's fat face immediately turned red. Others didn't know him, so how could Dayu not know?

"Don't hurt me." Jiang Hai smiled bitterly, and then said to the little girl standing at the front desk, "This is Boss Yu. He will come like me in the future. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." The little girl said obediently.

Jiang Hai pushed Yu Hui's shoulders inside, and said anxiously, "Dayu, you are a great god in this industry, hurry up and help me with guidance."

"Stop kidding." Yu Hui pointed to the poster posted on the corridor wall and said, "Your model agency is so big and has so much business. Do you still need my guidance? Professional model class, graphic model class, internet celebrity model class, supermodel training class, dance class, body shape class, performance class, makeup class, folk art... Do you have folk art training class here? Are you teaching crosstalk or learning quick-paced?"

It is said that although sparrows are small and have all the internal organs, they are not only full of rivers and seas, but also have horns.

"Friend, please help me." Jiang Hai said embarrassedly.

Yu Hui glanced at the other party and said nothing.

This kind of thing is self-evident, and it must be introduced to have kickbacks. Many training institutions do this, and it is a kind of kickbacks to take tourists to hotels for consumption by taxis.

But he didn't expect that the fat man would fall into this way.

Some of the good shops are people who come to you, and they rely on their achievements and good reputations from people to people. They never bother to do anything wrong, which is easy to smash their own signatures.

It seems that the fat man has not been as glorious as he looks in the past two years.

After passing the corridor, there was a classroom in class.

More than forty students were walking barefoot in black T-shirts and white shorts.

This is doing tiptoe training.

When walking, your heels are off the ground, your toes are on tiptoe, and your body center of gravity is placed on your toes. When walking, your legs should be straightened and your feet should be stepped on a straight line to maintain your body balance.

It seems like a very simple action, but the standard of walking is not simple.

One minute on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.

Take the pedal as an example. Who hasn’t learned it when going to school for military training?

It can be as short as a week or as long as a month, sore waist and legs, and complain of pain and fatigue.

But who can get out of the posture and rhythm you see in the military parade? Who can get out of the momentum and military power?

Walking is easy, but walking is difficult.

"How is it?" Jiang Hai asked in a low voice, "The conditions of these students are not bad, right?"

"Fresh food supermarket." Yu Hui threw down a sentence and walked towards the innermost office.

ah?

Jiang Hai was stunned and didn't understand what the other party meant.

When talking about students, why are they still related to fresh food supermarkets? The two are not next to each other.

The idea of ​​a genius is a mystery to him, an ordinary person.

He quickly chased after him and asked in confusion, "Dayu, wait, what does it mean?"

Yu Hui walked into the fat man's office and said lightly, "There are all levels. Although they are fresh, they are not processed and cannot be put on the countertop."

Jiang Hai couldn't help but give out his thumbs up. The prisoners were like going to study, and their words were so connotational, level and philosophy.

"The table you are talking about is a catwalk. There are thousands of models in the world. How many people can really get there?" Jiang Hai said indifferently, "I am only responsible for watering. As for what they look like and whether they can be taken a fancy depends on their own luck."

The desks in the office are filled with fashion magazines, including models, fashion, fitness, and at least 180 books.

"If you can say such words, you are worthy of your position as principal." Yu Hui picked up a recent fashion weekly magazine, which was printed with the latest season of popular design fashion styles, and specialized fashion designers and fashion experts teach wearable skills.

"That was the past. I am now the general manager of a model agency. In such a large company and so many employees, everyone is counting on me. I can't let them have no food, do you think so?" Jiang Hai picked up a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.

"Who asked you to lay the stall so big?" Yu Hui looked through a few pages and suddenly stopped, stared at the pictures in the pictorial for a while, and a sneer appeared on his face.

Chen Wei, director of Liya women's clothing design, interprets the summer fashion password for you.

In addition to a few sets of summer women's clothing, there is also a picture of the character next to it.

It was a middle-aged man in a suit and tie, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a top hat and a hook pen in his hand. He had a sharp look and made a point of guidance on fashion.

"It's not okay to not have such a big shop. Look at the model training that used to be a model. Now which one doesn't sign a model? Which one doesn't accept advertisements? It's popular now. If you spread a few more nets, you might catch fish and shrimps on any net." Jiang Hai looked like an industry leader, and just said directly: You are already out of date.

Yu Hui read the content in the magazine for a while and suddenly asked, "Do you know the craftsman?"

"What craftsman? The one who makes sauce? Liubiju?" Jiang Hai asked.

"You are six." Yu Hui gave Jiang Hai a blank look and said, "It's just to focus on one thing and do it to the extreme."

"That's too stupid, right?" Jiang Hai said with a smile. "Now it is a diversified society, which emphasizes comprehensive attacks and comprehensive development. Clothing companies have begun to engage in real estate, computer manufacturers have started to sell mobile phones, and KFC has started to make fried dough sticks. If you have money, you are a bastard."

"Irritable!" Yu Hui shook his head. In comparison, the environment in the prison was relatively simple and down-to-earth.

"It's okay to be not impetuous, brother. If a small company like me doesn't take on other businesses, it's a long time since it's not taking on other businesses." Jiang Hai suddenly sighed deeply, "Actually, I can't get any big job here, most of which are shopping mall activities and print advertisements. By the way, do you know online models? In the past two years, it's very popular, so I'm going to show some clothing companies, wholesalers, and merchants on Tmall and Dogs. I'm very proud of money. I have a little girl here who earned more than one million last year. This makes me jealous."

"Just that little bit of a success? Why are you going back and forth as you live?"

"I also want the girls under my command to take the advertisement and go to the show. Isn't that helpless?"

Jiang Hai seemed very helpless.

Receiving advertisements, making magazines, and going to fashion runners can not only make money, but also increase exposure. The most important thing is that it can increase the value of models and his company can also get the opportunity to promote.

But these are all commercial resources, without any background, no relationship, and no means, and they can't do it at all.

Yu Hui closed the clothing magazine in his hand and looked at Fatty Jiang thoughtfully.

"Maybe, someone would be willing to help!"
Chapter completed!