171: Chapter 171 The Models

A large group of little fangirls appeared in the group chat, showering Chen Hao with excessive praise.

When Chen Hao reached the end of the chat log, seeing everyone still boasting, he couldn't hold back. He popped up and typed,

"Actually, earning two hundred million doesn't take a hundred days for me; it only takes about a month."

Chen Hao's subtly boastful statement successfully sent the Models group into an uproar.

"Young Master Chen is speaking! Oh my god!"

"Emoji: Bowing down to the Big Boss."

"Young Master Chen, please take me along! Are you still missing an accessory? I want to cling to your leg."

"Young Master Chen, I want to bear your monkey! Please give me a chance!"

In just one minute, there were over 99+ replies, showing how much these female Models were flattering him.

Chen Hao smiled calmly and typed,

"Don't say it, I actually do have something to tell everyone."

"Quiet down! Listen to Young Master Chen speak!"

"Everyone shut up! No one is allowed to disturb my Male God while he's speaking!"

Chen Hao: "I have a friend who is opening soon in a couple of days. It's for the Goddess Keepsake Specialty Store. The proprietress wants to hire Models to organize and hold a highly artistic street Victorias Secret Show. Those interested, please private message me, and include your quoted price."

After sending this message, Chen Hao waited for a long time, but no one replied.

"What's going on? Wasn't the discussion lively just a moment ago? Have you all fallen asleep so quickly?"

It wasn't that Chen Hao was puzzled; the group chat was quiet, but the Models were exploding privately.

Because Chen Hao had issued such a direct task, everyone was discussing it heatedly. Models who were on good terms were already chatting privately.

"Artistic street Victorias Secret Show? Who has heard of that?"

"It couldn't just be a runway performance for a street opening ceremony, right?"

"I don't think so. Shouldn't there be a professional runway stage?"

"Are you guys getting off track? By the way, have you decided on a price?"

"What price range are you planning to ask for?"

People's psychological activities were extremely complex. As the saying goes, three women make a show, let alone 124 women, each with their own thoughts.

Take the pricing issue, for example. The organizer let them quote their own prices. Quoting too high felt wrong, but quoting too low felt like a huge loss. This was very complicated.

Besides, what kind of power did Young Master Chen possess? Helping him out, just walking a show—asking for too much money felt vulgar. It was better to ask for a favor. As long as they could curry favor with Young Master Chen, even a tiny bit of trickle-down from suitable future jobs could make them rich.

Just as they were discussing enthusiastically in private, a Model in the group chat, whose screen name was "Cute Qiqi," posted a message first, interrupting everyone's passionate discussion.

"When Young Master Chen speaks, asking for money hurts the relationship. Being able to participate in a large-scale street art show is simply my honor. Forget asking for money; even if he asked me to pay a registration fee, I would fight tooth and nail to participate. I only hope Young Master Chen can give me a chance to perform."

Chen Hao read this message over and over several times, confirming there was no hint of refusal, only pure flattery.

Free? That generous!

The other Models in the group saw this. Good heavens, this level of flattery could be canonized!

Most of them thought the same way, but they just hadn't figured out how to phrase it yet, only to be preempted by Cute Qiqi.

Immediately after, the group exploded. Everyone followed suit in praising Chen Hao, saying whatever they could think of.

Some asked about the scale of the show, some asked which big shot would be invited to support the show, and some asked about the time and location to schedule their time slots.

They chattered about a lot of things, but no one mentioned compensation.

Seeing the lively discussion in the group, Chen Hao smiled knowingly and posted a message,

"In any case, first sign up with me so I can determine the scale of the show based on the number of participants."

"Also, appearance fees must be given. Otherwise, I can't quote the proprietress."

After sending it, the commercial van arrived downstairs at the five-star hotel. Young Master Xiao spoke as he walked,

"Brother Chen, what are you looking at? You've been so cheerful all the way here?"

"Nothing."

Chen Hao put away his phone and walked into the hotel with the other three. There was a car show tomorrow, so they would each go back to their rooms to sleep tonight.

In just this short time, the group chat had another 99+ unread messages. Chen Hao sighed inwardly, these women really could chat.

Just as Chen Hao was about to sneak a peek at the screen, he noticed a private chat pop-up from Cute Qiqi in the group.

Chen Hao clicked on it and saw,

"I'm signing up!"

"Young Master Chen, don't call me mercenary, but I don't need a fee. Being able to know someone as promising as you is the honor of my life."

"Helping you is helping myself. To put it frankly, I want to learn how to do business from you."

The other party then retracted a short message.

"In the future, if you have any profitable projects, can you take me along?"

Judging from these few sentences, Cute Qiqi's chatting style was particularly cautious, afraid that her phrasing might be inappropriate and cause Chen Hao to misunderstand.

This kind of ingratiating messaging made Chen Hao empathize, reminding him of how timid he used to be when dealing with big clients during his sales days.

In the blink of an eye, he had become the big client, and now the other party was being timid when communicating with him. Chen Hao felt a surge of emotion.

"You don't need to be so polite with me. As long as you have a good project, contact me anytime. I can invest in you."

He added another line,

"I like your striving spirit. If you need anything, contact me anytime."

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When Qi Qi saw the message Chen Hao replied with, she excitedly bounced off the bed, dancing with joy.

"Yes! It worked! I knew that a big shot like Young Master Chen needed to be chatted with like this?"

"How did you chat? Let me see."

Ding Jia, her Best Friend who shared the room, looked at their chat history and then tried to use the same method to get close to Chen Hao.

Soon, this method spread from one to ten, and then to a hundred, spreading throughout the Model circle.

Everyone switched from the group chat to private messages, all sending messages to Chen Hao, trying their best to cling to him. This made Chen Hao so tired his fingers almost cramped.

Besides giving some verbal assurances, Chen Hao also gradually figured out some useful information from the chats.

First, only Models who had formal contracts with agencies needed to negotiate announcements and follow procedures with their agencies. However, these Models were mostly part-timers, and very few had signed contracts with agencies.

Second, because these people came from all over the country, from all corners of the globe, their gathering in Jiangcheng this time was due to the Jiangcheng Car Show. They came through friends introducing friends to work gigs.

Third, their experience levels varied. Some had only been in the industry for a few months, while others had been in it for several years. Therefore, the fees for participating in events varied, generally falling between 2,000 and 5,000 yuan.

Don't scoff at the low price; this was the rate for car show Models. As mere ornaments and accompaniments to the cars, getting a thousand yuan for a gig was already considered good.

Finally, when hiring Models for a show, food and lodging needed to be provided. Since they were all here for the Car Show, their temporary accommodation and meals were covered by the Car Show organizer. If the opening ceremony was dragged out for too long afterward, this expense would have to be factored into the costs.

Therefore, these Models were all waiting for an opportunity—an opportunity to be noticed by a rich person or a formal agency.

They wanted to get rich and reach the pinnacle of life, either by relying on a wealthy patron or by seizing an opportunity. There was no third option.