On the other side, the Magic City! Fashion Week is held every year as usual, and fashion designers from all over the world showcase their works.
Wang Qingcheng wore wide-leg pants and a chiffon shirt, which matched well and was full of fashion. She looked at the models on the stage lightly and recorded her own comments on each work.
"Ms. Wang, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your works are as dazzling as a star. This is my business card!"
At this time, a man in a suit with vertical stripes came over and handed his business card elegantly.
Wang Qingcheng took it and took a look and found that it was from a famous foreign fashion company. She politely said: "Hello, Mr. Griffin, do you have any works of your own?"
"Haha, can't you get to know a beautiful lady without a work?
In fact, I am very interested in Ms. Wang’s works and want to know if we can cooperate. Of course, I am also honored to meet Ms. Wang!”
The man named Griffin smiled, with a strange light shining deep in his eyes.
His fashion company is also ranked high in the world, and fashion designers around the world want to cooperate with him.
This time, he took the initiative to invite Wang Qingcheng, not only for Wang Qingcheng's works, but also for Wang Qingcheng himself.
After Yidan signed the contract, his freedom no longer belonged to Wang Qingcheng. Hidden, the rules were very simple.
"Thank you. I have no plans to cooperate with other companies for the time being. I just want to create my own brand!"
Wang Qingcheng shook her head and refused. She had been in the industry for many years and knew certain rules.
"Ms. Wang, our company is very powerful. We will be invited to fashion weeks around the world. As long as the company operates on you, you will be more famous than you are now!"
Griffin was a little surprised.
Wang Qingcheng smiled and said: "I don't do fashion design to become famous, it's just a hobby!"
Griffin cursed secretly, as a fashion designer, who doesn't come here to be famous? You're fucking kidding me! "Ms. Wang, I think you should think about it carefully!"
Griffin's tone was less polite.
Wang Qingcheng still smiled: "Mr. Griffin, I know a little bit about your company's reputation, so put away those little tricks!"
Griffin also didn't expect Wang Qingcheng to be so knowledgeable. He said angrily: "It seems that I underestimated Miss Wang a little. But with Miss Wang's reputation in the fashion industry, I think without the support of a certain company, in the end I can only
Anonymous!"
"Don't worry, my husband will help me!"
Wang Qingcheng immediately thought of Lin Chen.
Her husband is not an ordinary person. If he really wants to help her, he cannot be the best in the world, but it is certainly not difficult to be the best in China.
It's just that she doesn't want to trouble her husband with trivial matters.
"your husband!"
Griffin frowned and saw happiness on Wang Qingcheng's face.
Bah! What kind of background does your husband have that he dares to be so arrogant in the fashion industry?
"Mr. Griffin, Miss Wang is already married to a famous woman, please don't disturb her!"
At this time, a cold voice came, and a man in a white suit came.
"Smith Owen?"
Griffin's face changed slightly when he saw the man. This man is the chief fashion designer of Wei Feng Group, and his status in the fashion industry is just higher than him! Smith Owen said again: "You can mess with anyone, but Wang
You can’t mess with the lady, get out!”
Griffin had a sullen face and had no choice but to leave.
As soon as he left, Smith Owen changed his previous dignity and looked at Wang Qingcheng respectfully: "Hello, Miss Wang!"
"I think I've seen you before?"
Wang Qingcheng frowned and looked at Smith Owen.
"I am a dog beside my master, and Miss Wang is my master to me!"
Smith Owen said with a smile.
"Owner?"
Wang Qingcheng looked surprised.
"Yes, my master is none other than Mr. Lin Chen!"
Smith Owen's face was filled with admiration and respect.
Wang Qingcheng suddenly realized that Lin Chen was so capable that even the Waiguo people recognized him as their master.
The fashion show ended soon, and Wang Qingcheng returned to the hotel to rest.
"Ms. Wang, someone asked me to send you a letter!"
At this time, the waiter knocked on the door and delivered a letter.
Wang Qingcheng nodded, gave a tip of two hundred yuan, then closed the door, sat on the bed and opened the envelope.
"Miss Wang, I know the whereabouts of King Gu Jin. If you are interested, please come to No. 83 Baile Street!"
Wang Qingcheng was shocked. His first thought was that he was a liar, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The liar could not possibly know about King Gu Jin. He was probably an insider.
She quickly called Lin Chen.
"Be careful of fraud. Don't pay attention to this matter!"
After Lin Chen learned about it, he became worried about Wang Qingcheng.
"But what if the person who sent the letter really knows King Gu Jin?
Think about it, Sister Xiaoluo is pregnant, and King Gu Jin is watching eagerly. If we don’t find them for a day, everyone will have a hard time!"
Wang Qingcheng said stubbornly: "Why don't I go take a look? If the other party really wants to harm me, they can just arrest me. Why do they need to send a letter?"
What Lin Chen heard made sense, but he still didn't want Wang Qingcheng to be in danger: "Don't be impulsive first, wait until I get over."
"All right!"
Wang Qingcheng pretended to agree, and after hanging up the phone, he first found Smith Irwin, left him a message, and then left.
It was also night at this time, and it was raining heavily outside. Wang Qingcheng called a Didi and said to go to No. 83 Baile Street.
The driver waved his hands repeatedly: "Girl, what are you doing there at night?"
Seeing his appearance, Wang Qingcheng asked curiously: "Are you not allowed to enter that place?"
"It's allowed, but that's Old Shanghai Street. No one has been there for a long time. I heard it's haunted. There was a murder case a few years ago. No one leaves during the day, let alone at night!"
The driver said anxiously.
Wang Qingcheng frowned and said, "Well, you take me there and I'll give you double the price!"
"I'll take you to the intersection at most, and I won't go in. What do you think?"
The driver suggested.
Wang Qingcheng had no choice but to agree, get in the car and drive towards Baile Street. When they reached the intersection, the driver dropped her and drove away.
It was still raining heavily in the sky. Wang Qingcheng was holding an umbrella and looking ahead.
I saw that this street was very quiet. On both sides of the road were old small western-style buildings, with dark lights and no lights on, giving it a very old Shanghai feel.
There are street lights on both sides of the road, the light is dim, and one of them seems to have a bad contact and keeps flickering.
Such an old street is a bit eerie even in broad daylight, let alone at night.
Wang Qingcheng wrapped her clothes tightly, feeling a little cold here, and walked along the old road holding an umbrella.
There were house numbers on the walls less than one meter high on both sides. Wang Qingcheng counted them carefully and soon arrived at No. 81.
Looking up, I saw that this was a small foreign-style building from the Republic of China period. It was three stories high. There were dim lights on the third floor, but it was very quiet inside.
Wang Qingcheng came to the door and knocked lightly. Five minutes later, footsteps were heard inside the door.
"Who are you?"
The voice on the other side was a little deep and familiar.
Wang Qingcheng suddenly thought that this seemed to be Griffin's voice.