Chapter 63: Making, Type (3)

Why did Cheng Yifei add this contract?

Cheng Yifei's reason is very simple, he said:

"One: It's because I have so much money that I can't spend it all, and you're my model -- that is, you're my employee, and I don't have to do anything to help you with poverty as long as I want to; I don't want to change models halfway through, so I can't find the feeling and get inspired. ”

Cheng Yifei said: "As a painter, inspiration is very important when creating. Mi Xiaoke, I'm a little skeptical of you, I doubt you can't be my model for a full year. That night, at the 'Big World' bar, I saw your unyielding attitude towards Boss Li, and I knew that you were weak and docile on the surface, but you were stubborn in your bones, and if you recognized a person or a thing, you would not change it lightly......"

I bowed my head and didn't speak.

Actually, I don't know what to say.

Cheng Yifei said:

"I'm worried that one day, you'll lose your temper, or for some special reason, and you won't be my model if you don't want to be my model. Therefore, I think it is better to add some conditions, like this one, if you break the contract halfway, then you have to pay 10 million yuan for breaking the contract, and if you can't compensate, you can only continue to comply. With the contract, it's called hello, hello, hello, everyone. ”

Cheng Yifei's condition is very reasonable - for me, it is not only reasonable, but also too reasonable, as if all the benefits have been taken up for me.

You know, in a year's time, it's only 365 days, but I got the money that I couldn't earn in my lifetime, and I also got a house and a car.

I signed my name on the contract.

Why not? I can't find a job with such a good salary even if I make lanterns. I think, for the sake of Jiang Ziyu, in order to make a lot of money, even if Cheng Yifei asked me to go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, I would admit it.

Cheng Yifei didn't let me go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire.

He just asked me to take off my clothes, take off my fine clothes, and then put on a pose without hanging a 'silk' and let him paint. The first pose that Cheng Yifei asked me to pose was to kneel down naked and raise my hips as much as possible. Cheng Yifei put a simulated black mandala to the extreme, and inserted it in my "chrysanthemum".

The mandala flowers are huge, and the petals hide my private place. Then, Cheng Yifei put a round piece of transparent plexiglass the size of two plates on my back.

That's how I knelt, with my hips up as much as I could, and didn't move.

This action, so unbearable, so shameful, so proud, what dignity, what reserved, all became fragmented, flesh and blood blurred, and then, fell into the dust, disappeared.

But I gritted my teeth and persevered.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, is there such a thing? If you want to get something, you have to pay a considerable price, such as dignity, backbone, pride, etc. But dignity, backbone, pride, in the face of poverty, is nothing.

Fortunately, when Cheng Yifei was working, he hated being disturbed by others, so the workers in Cheng's mansion could not go up to the third floor casually without Cheng Yifei's permission, let alone step into the studio for half a step - that is to say, Cheng Yifei was the only one who saw me wearing no clothes and posing in a red-faced appearance.

(To be continued)