Chapter 31: Models (1)

Cheng Yifei said: "I am a painter. The theme of my paintings is different every year, the year before it was nature, and last year it was people's faces. This year, the theme of the painting is the human body. I'm looking for a young girl to be my mannequin. ”

I was at a loss: "Human' body model?"

Cheng Yifei said: "Yes." Humans' body models. ”

I was stunned: "Me?"

Cheng Yifei didn't answer, he glanced at me, and he asked, "How much do you earn a month as a 'female body'?"

I'm honest: "The boss said, a thousand at a time." Today, it's the second time, and I don't know how much I can earn in a month. ”

Cheng Yifei calculated for me: "One thousand at a time, you can serve dishes at most two or three times at a time." There are 30 days in a month, except for a week of menstrual period, there are 23 days left, that is, if you are lucky, you can earn 46,000 a month by serving food twice a day on average. ”

"Hmm. I said.

Cheng Yifei looked at me again: "If you are my model, I will give you 100,000 yuan a month." ”

"One hundred thousand?" I blurted out, "One hundred thousand, so many?"

"100,000 lots?" Cheng Yifei's voice was full of banter.

I blushed, embarrassed, and whispered, "Yes, a lot." For me, 100,000 is an astronomical amount, and I never dreamed that I could earn 100,000 a month. ”

Cheng Yifei's cold face rose again.

The laughter was earth-shattering.

My face was even redder, and the flush fell straight down to my neck.

Cheng Yifei drove the car, through the square, through the commercial street, through the intersection, and passed one traffic light after another. I sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the night, and suddenly remembered something, and I couldn't help but jump up with a frightened "oops".

"What's wrong?" asked Cheng Yifei.

"You, where are you taking me?" I wasn't afraid, and my voice changed.

"My home. Cheng Yifei said.

"Your home?" I widened, "Why are you going to your house?"

Cheng Yifei's voice was faint:

"I've always liked to drag things around. I'm going to take you to my house if I like you—but don't be too happy, I'm not sure if you're good enough to be my model. ”

I said, "Oh. ”

Cheng Yifei said again:

"I'm very picky about models, but because I'm so picky, I can't find a model that I'm happy with. I, your appearance, figure, skin color, overall, is still good, but I still have to make sure, if there is nothing wrong, I will sign you for a one-year contract. ”

Ah, a year.

100,000 a month, 12 years a year, that's 1.2 million -- this, this is a pie falling from the sky, this is much better than being a "female body".

Models, the classification is many and complicated.

There are photography models, painting models, sculpture models, fashion models, graphic models, advertising models...... Although there are many types of models, in terms of the way they work, and in the eyes of outsiders, there are only two types: one is clothed and the other is not clothed.

The person Cheng Yifei is looking for is the kind of model he is looking for without clothes.

The wind whistled outside the car window.

Cheng Yifei's car gradually drove away from the hustle and bustle of the city and drove to a quiet place - that place is the area where the rich people live in the city, which is not only quiet in the middle of the noise, but also said to be a treasure of feng shui.

(To be continued)