C14 Xia Qing Recalled Her Appointment as Mei Feng

I was surrounded by the audience. Under Lin Tianming's protection, it took me a lot of effort to get to the guest seat Linglan prepared for me.

When I sat down, the show was coming to an end. As the music pushed the atmosphere to the climax, all of the audience stood up and extended their arms to the stage. They all shouted in unison.

"May! May! May! May!... "

"I heard that Lin Batian specially invited the most famous popular model for Linglan for this show.

Looking at the performance of the audience, they were really looking forward to the appearance of this famous model.

Only Lin Tianming and I appeared to be too calm, still sitting there without showing any signs.

Tianming's attention was focused on ensuring my safety.

My attention was still on my conversation with Lin Dalee, and I didn't fully recover from it. In addition, I still need to think about how to make Linglan happy. After all, I just messed up the meeting she arranged for the media.

As the gentle green light turned into a dazzling red light, a rose-red figure appeared on the stage. Following that coquettish color, a graceful figure appeared. Everyone was so excited that they waved their arms and shouted the name "May" even harder.

When I saw "May" who was walking over slowly, my breathing suddenly quickened. I could not hear the thunderous cheers in my ears at all. It was as if time had stopped.

It was her! It was actually her!

Under her youthful appearance, there was a bewitching devil hidden.

Lin - Mei -'er!

How could I forget this woman who had the appearance of an angel but whose soul was vicious and cold?

It was her who opened the door to hell for Xia Qing with one hand!

When Xia Qing had turned into a cold corpse, this woman was still shining on the stage, receiving applause, flowers, and honor.

What kind of justice was this?

Why did bad people always get punished?

These bad guys all lived their lives well, yet the innocent had to suffer injustice?

The past was like a flood that opened a gate, surging into his heart.

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Two years ago, when I was still Xia Qing, the first internship I found when I graduated was to be an artiste assistant in Mei Feng Cultural Entertainment.

That was not my ideal career, and it was not appropriate for me to specialize in it. However, at that time, this job was the only one that could stay in the local area, go to work immediately, and have the highest internship salary.

Although Xia Qing's results in school were very good and some companies with better conditions were willing to recruit me, they were all in remote places, and I needed to stay in the local area to take care of my seriously ill mother and old grandparents.

The few excellent companies that the local professionals talked about had only a few spots and everyone was squeezed out.

I don't have a backer, so I can't compete with my parents. Besides, I don't pay attention to social life. I don't have any friends, and I don't participate in any club activities. I don't care about the social practices organized by the student council. At the crucial moment, it was obvious that the students who had practical experience were not as friendly as those who had practical experience. They were more favored by the company.

In the end, I became a student with excellent results, but no company was willing to accept me.

However, back then, I urgently needed a job to earn money to treat my mother. After a few rounds of elimination, I had no choice but to go to the major, but the Mei Feng Culture Entertainment with the highest salary.

At the beginning, I thought that even if the profession was not suitable, at least I learned management and trade. Being able to do some administrative or professional work in such a company was also possible.

However, I didn't expect that the "administrative assistant" and "business assistant 'they were talking about were actually" artist assistants.

The so-called" artiste assistants "were to do chores for the artistes signed by the company and work as living assistants. Even a middle school student could do such things as buying water, fanning, holding umbrellas, and running errands.

But they said that what they wanted was my identity as a double scholar. This way, it would show that the artists of Mei Feng were highly educated, and even their assistants were top students.

Thus, I became an intern assistant under Huang Yong.

Huang Yong was a senior manager in the entertainment industry. He was the director of the fashion department in the Mei Feng and was responsible for discovering, nurturing, and representing the country's model industry.

On the day of his appointment, Huang Yong lectured us newcomers as usual.

When he lectured us, he called us rookies "rookies" and "dregs, and demoted us to being worthless.

I still remember Huang Yong's oily face until now. His back hair that was smeared with thick hair gel, and his finger poke and poke actions that were insufferably arrogant. The folder in his hand might fall on one of our heads at any moment, and his finger that was wearing a Schroehua diamond ring would stab onto our noses without any warning.

When Huang Yong lectured her, he said that the company implemented a performance assessment system for employees, and he mistook the "KPI" as "KIP.

So, I kindly corrected him.

I never thought that I would offend him just like that. I was scolded by him for not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth. He always targeted me and made me the most "new" model in Mei Feng - Lin Meier's help.

I don't know what kind of background Lin Meier has, but I heard that she seems to be the daughter of some wealthy family. She has the support of a great gold master, and she is also a young prodigy. At the age of 16, she received a master's degree in classical esthetics from an international noble school. In short, I am ignorant and ill-informed. I've never heard of that school, and I didn't know there was such a major. Maybe I was only focused on studying and had already gone out of line with the outside world. I don't understand the trends of today's society.

However, Lin Meier was indeed very beautiful. She had a fashionable face and a naturally good figure. She had control over the runway that ordinary people could not compare to. As long as she appeared on the runway, her models would dim and become her foil.

It took her less than a year to go from being unknown to becoming famous in the fashion industry in the country.

The Mei Feng and Huang Yong treated her like a treasure. She would do everything she could to satisfy any request she made. The only thing missing was to get a shrine to support her.

At that time, I didn't know that this was the beginning of my life's disaster. I also didn't understand why all the old employees of the company looked at me with sympathy.

Later on, I found out how difficult Lin Meier was to serve.

She had only signed the contract with the Mei Feng for half a year, but she had already changed twenty-three assistants.

In other words, she changed one assistant per week on average.

This had almost become an unspoken rule that everyone tacitly agreed on. If the director did not like you, he would arrange for you to be Lin Meier's assistant. He would guarantee that you would take the initiative to ask to leave in a week at most.

I am just like all the students who just graduated. With the pursuit of dreams and the desire for a new life, I silently encourage myself to do the first job in my life.

However, ideals are full, but reality is a slap in the face.

On the first day I followed Lin Meier, I was scolded hundreds of times.

A cup of coffee changed from Kabukino to mocha and then grinded iron. In the end, she was told to maintain her body shape and decided not to drink coffee. She changed to vegetable juice.

The air conditioner in the room was on. She turned it off and felt it was too hot. She gave her a fan and felt that the wind had messed up her hair. Anyway, no matter what she did, it was wrong.

She brought the specially custom-made clothes for her. At one moment, she felt that her collar was not good and at another, she felt that it was not good. The buttons weren't right, and the fat, thin, changed them and finally decided it was still the original.

After a day of work, I sent her back to the apartment. I watched her sleep and helped her tidy up the messy house. I was so tired that I fell asleep in the elevator.