In the following days, she neither saw Fu Yinli nor contacted him. She waited for the versioning departnt to produce the finished product before seeking him out.
The design drafts for the fashion show were finalized, and there were so changes in her work. She was now in charge of selecting models and overseeing the styling for the three haute couture gowns she had designed.
Su Lingzhi participated in model interviews and conducted an initial selection round for the models.
As soon as she opened the door, everyone in the room turned to look at her.
She smiled politely, nodded to everyone, and walked in.
Her white wide-leg pants fluttered as she moved, and a sophisticated light pink off-shoulder fitted knitted long sleeve embraced her body, adorned with two different-sized three-dinsional rose blooms at the shoulder. Paired with a matching color choker, it accentuated her gentle collarbone line, while her slightly wavy long hair naturally draped over her shoulders, exuding a gentle and ethereal charm.
The staff accompanying the models were already captivated, their gaze following her until she seated herself at the center position.
The personnel handed her the resus and introduced in English, "Lindie, all the models scheduled for the interview are here. Two are missing, making a total of forty-eight."
For the models, wearing Lyrae’s haute couture on the runway is a great honor, but at the sa ti, the competition is extrely fierce.
She needed to select three models from the forty-eight for fitting, along with three alternates.
The models stood in five rows, all in black tube tops, shorts, and high heels, with number plates attached to their waists, standing in order, nearly all possessing Northern European features.
Su Lingzhi’s gaze swept over them one by one, pausing for a few seconds on number 8, then addressed them, "Let’s start the catwalk from number one."
At this mont, so staff mbers assisted in clearing the field and inford them of the designated spots for the fashion show,
Up until candidate number 7 finished, Su Lingzhi hadn’t selected a single model.
"Number 8."
As she ca up, Su Lingzhi’s gaze locked onto her, and a glance at her resu revealed she was from Beijing.
Model number 8 had a frail physique and a pure deanor, a visually appealing beauty, yet compared to the other models, her presence was far weaker, and her aura wasn’t what she was looking for.
She looked at her a few more tis because her brow and lip shape bore so resemblance to her mother’s.
However, number 8’s catwalk was not good. Her stage presence was unstable, clearly she wasn’t a professional model.
Su Lingzhi imdiately passed.
"Next."
...
After the screening, Su Lingzhi finally determined the models she wanted and prepared to take them for fitting.
Just as she stepped out the door, a woman in a white suit approached.
"Miss Su, I’m the agent for model number 8. I’d like to have a private word with you."
Su Lingzhi hesitated for a mont and said to the personnel, "Please take them for the fitting first."
Then, Su Lingzhi took the agent to an unoccupied reception room, poured her a glass of water, and they sat down face to face.
From entering to sitting down, the agent’s gaze never left her, staring intently, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
"Hello, what would you like to discuss with ?" Su Lingzhi interrupted her blatant scrutiny.
The agent quickly ca to her senses and reintroduced herself, "Miss Su, I’m Zhang Li, an agent from Huayang Entertainnt. You can call Sister Li."
"What do you want from ?"
"Miss Su is from Beijing, right?" Sister Li tried to establish rapport.
Su Lingzhi nodded slightly, "Say what you want directly, no need to beat around the bush."
Sister Li handed a resu to her, smiling flatteringly, "Here’s the thing, model number 8, Tong Yan, is an artist under my managent. She’s an actress with three million online fans, and her career is on the rise. I wish to ask you for a chance, to let her beco a model for Lyrae."
Su Lingzhi’s expression darkened as she understood the purpose of this private conversation, "As her agent, you should understand her situation clearly. Compared to the other six, she doesn’t et the professional standards for a model."
"Although Tong Yan is not a professional model, she turned down a film for this Lyrae fashion show and has been calmly learning the catwalk for a month. This show is very important for her."
Sister Li pleaded earnestly, "There is still half a month before the Lyrae fashion show; she is sure to apply herself during this ti."
Su Lingzhi’s voice remained restrained, "It’s not a matter of whether she will work hard in the next two weeks. That was just an initial assessnt; later our creative director will review again, and the outco will be the sa."
As her words fell, silence ensued within the room.
Sister Li looked at this young girl barely in her twenties, feeling sowhat bewildered.
From the conversation until now, the girl’s aura remained undisturbed, elegant yet amicable, and her exceptional appearance and deanor suggested she was not from an ordinary family.
"Sister Li, if there’s nothing else..."
Sister Li hastily said, "Miss Su, we are here because of you."
Su Lingzhi was slightly surprised.
Sister Li continued, "You are the only Chinese designer at Lyrae and you’re from our Beijing. I hope you can give us locals a shot at fa. If Tong Yan becos famous one day, you will be our benefactor."
Upon hearing this, Su Lingzhi’s expression changed, her eyebrows knit tightly, "Of the three models I just selected, one is Chinese. There’s no question of not giving Chinese people a chance. I understand your wish to promote your artist, but if she’s not professional, she’s just not professional. Please respect my selection criteria."
Sister Li was speechless, her face flushed with embarrassnt.
"I’m sorry, I’ve already selected the models. Thank you for coming all this way for the interview, but I must return to work and won’t be able to entertain you further," said Su Lingzhi as she stood up, bidding farewell and leaving.
...
In the fitting room, the three models had already changed into their clothes.
Su Lingzhi adjusted each of their outfits, checking the details.
"Your na is Su Lingzhi, right?" asked the model she had selected, who was Chinese.
Su Lingzhi looked up at her, "Do you know ?"
"Last year I walked in a show at the British Fashion Week, and I saw you. I really liked your designs. I can hardly believe I will beco a Lyrae model."
Su Lingzhi smiled but remained silent.
The model introduced herself, "My na is Chu Qingxuan—Qing as in ’green’ and Xuan as in ’xuanji’. Although I’m still a new-generation model, not yet famous, I will strive to beco a supermodel."
The slogan seed a bit naive; indeed, a model’s aura on the runway and their real-life persona can be completely different styles.
She looked to be about twenty, with a sweet appearance and a cool temperant. A key reason for her selection was that during the show, she exuded a balanced and powerful presence.
Su Lingzhi smiled, "You’ve only passed my evaluation. Later, when our creative director cos, make sure to show your best."
"I will, thank you, Lingzhi."
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