I am not an artist when I am reborn

Chapter 13 Opportunity for free prostitution

Author: QGWinter

Chapter 13 Opportunity for free prostitution

Chapter 13 The opportunity for free prostitution

Su Jinxing stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at his new self, and nodded with satisfaction.

In my previous life, because of my status as an artist, I couldn't wear the clothes I wanted as I wanted. Even my daily private clothes had to be chosen within the style limits given by the company.

Popular Italian-style suits are in line with public aesthetics, but they are somewhat out of place when worn by idol artists who are at the forefront of fashion.

But now Su Jinxing doesn't have such troubles. Hey, I don't want to be an artist anymore!

"Guest Nim's appearance is really excellent. Have you considered becoming an artist?" the stylist sighed sincerely.

"Artist?" Su Jinxing smiled and said, "I don't plan to do it."

"Bill, please."

"Inside!"

It was already afternoon when I came out of the styling studio. I went in the morning and came out in the afternoon. Styling just takes time. If you are a woman, this time will only be longer.

Su Jinxing has not gone to a suit shop to customize a suit for the time being. First of all, he does not have that much money and needs to wait for the release of "Roar" before he can get any money. Secondly, the suit he has now is enough for him. There is no need to make a suit that is too good. His current level

I haven't used a suit of this level yet.

Although a person's status is not reflected by his clothes, but by his identity and connotation. But Su Jinxing has not reached that point yet, and in a country like South Korea that places great emphasis on first impressions, your clothes are the judge of the other person.

The most intuitive location of your class.

Through your clothes, the other party will judge whether you and he belong to the same class. Based on this, the other party will adjust his attitude according to different people.

This sense of hierarchy is integrated into every aspect of daily life. After staying in South Korea for so many years, Su Jinxing must follow the local customs even if he still doesn't like this habit.

After coming out of the styling studio, I looked up at the sky that didn't bring much warmth and sighed slightly.

"I should buy a car."

I looked for the bus stop sign on the roadside and walked over.

There is a middle school next to here. Most schools have club activity time in the afternoon. Junior high school students who have club activities do activities in the school. Some of them who do not have activities choose to study in the study room or cram school, and the other group just go home directly with their bags.

Su Jinxing came to the bus stop. There were a few junior high school students scattered around, carrying schoolbags and talking to each other. After Su Jinxing, "Agassi" in a suit, approached, the conversational voices quietly dropped.

Come down.

Several little girls peeked at him from time to time, but Su Jinxing pretended not to notice.

Any trainee from the S.M family who goes out without being secretly looked at by passers-by will be laughed at when he returns home.

The gold content of South Korea’s flower fields!

[Buy a watch, don’t be too high-profile, choose one from IWC’s Portofino series. I’m going to have a meal afterwards. I’m a little hungry. I’ll get up early tomorrow and go to the company...]

Buzz…

Buzz…

Buzz…

The vibrating cell phone in his pocket brought Su Jinxing back from his thoughts of planning the next trip.

I took out my phone that I forgot to turn off vibrate.

Note: Mom.

Line connected.

"Hey, Mom."

The Chinese that he blurted out attracted the glances of the surrounding junior high school students who were also waiting for the bus. Taking advantage of the emptiness, they openly admired Su Jinxing's profile.

Feeling the gazes coming from both sides, Su Jinxing's expression remained unchanged, as steady as an old dog.

"Xiao Su, aren't you busy now?" Mother Su's voice came through the receiver.

"I'm not busy, I'm shopping outside." Su Jinxing looked at the bus time on the bus stop sign and replied.

"Shouldn't you be practicing in the company at this time?" Su's mother asked doubtfully.

"Before I have time to tell you, my contract with the company has been changed from a trainee contract to a producer contract, with a basic annual salary of about 100,000."

"One hundred thousand? Xiao Su, have you not been cheated?" Su's mother's first reaction was that her son had not been cheated.

The trainee contract of S.M Company is only 1,500 yuan a month. In Seoul, where the price level is the same as that of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, Su Jinxing's family has to pay living expenses every month, otherwise he will definitely starve to death.

A bowl of instant noodles costs six yuan, and this is 2012!

Prices in Seoul are extremely expensive.

"Mom, don't worry." Su Jinxing is not really a child. Of course he knows what his mother is worried about. "The company's art director personally talked to me. Our company's art director is a very good leader. I wrote

I wrote two songs and the company wanted me, and then they converted my trainee contract into a producer contract."

Su Jinxing briefly outlined the process of contract transformation.

"How does this producer compare to a trainee? Are you no longer a star?" Mother Su asked.

"I'm not going to do it anymore. I'm going to go to a good university and then work in a company."

"You..." Mother Su was speechless, "You were the one who wanted to go to Korea to be a star at that time, and it's you who gave up now."

"Ahem, I was young and ignorant at the time." Su Jinxing blushed. He couldn't tell his mother that he was a loser and that he would only be an eighteen-tier street singer after his debut, right?

"Stop talking about this, what do you want from me?" Su Jinxing changed the subject.

"Send your contract over later, and I'll find someone to check it out for you. Remember to send the original copy, and I'll find a lawyer who understands Korean to take a look at it." Su's mother still felt uneasy and added.

"I know, let's talk about it."

"Are you coming back for the Chinese New Year this year?"

"It's too early to say now, but if nothing else happens, I should go back."

As the bus approached from far away, Su Jinxing held his mobile phone and took out Korean won from his wallet.

"Do you still remember your uncle Song Ya? Song Ya, who was a doctor at Union Medical College, came to our house and gave you a red envelope when you were twelve years old."

"Remember, what happened?" Su Jinxing said casually.

"Their little girl wants to go to Seoul to play. They are planning to go there in two days. I thought you could take them to play if you are free."

"Coming to Seoul?" Su Jinxing followed the junior high school students on the bus and put the Korean won in. "When are you coming? I have something to do next Monday, so I may not have time."

I found a seat and sat down, opening the car window to let some air in.

"We have a flight on Wednesday. If you are free, you can pick her up. If you are not, forget it." Mother Su said.

"Okay, give me Uncle Song Ya's WeChat account later."

"He may not have WeChat. Let me give you my mobile phone number." Mother Su said.

Su Jinxing was startled, and then he realized that WeChat has not yet reached the point where it will be popularized by all the people in later generations, and QQ is still the dominant one.

However, the momentum of WeChat in the past two years is very obvious, and it will be completely popular in these two years.

"Okay. What's the name of the little girl from Uncle Song Ya's family? She wants to come to Seoul so much? Does she have her eye on any celebrity?" Su Jinxing asked with a smile.

"I guess the girl's name is Yu Qi, right? Song Yuqi."

Su Jinxing: "?"

Thanks to Wenyi book friend for the reward of 100 starting coins!

(End of chapter)