Rebirth of the small model of the Republic of China

Chapter 1

Haicheng Daily: [The Ye family and Ye Chi have separated in January this year. Ye Chi's life activities are completely irrelevant to the Ye family. All relatives and friends will not inform each other.I would like to inform you]

This is the morning paper a few days ago, Ye Chi and the Ye family broke away.

"The one in front is the third young master of the Ye family?"

"Have you read the newspaper? It was published in the newspaper earlier. Ye Chi, the third youngest of the Ye family, severed the father-son relationship with the old man of the Ye family, and was kicked out by the Ye family."

"really?"

"Really, the daily newspapers of the past few days."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this Third Young Master Ye used to be a frequent visitor to the ballroom. I heard that because of his family's money, he went to the Lido Gate to have fun every day. He spent a lot of silver dollars, but in the end he didn't get any of them."

The man next to him winked, and added with a smile: "Don't talk about spending money, I heard that I'm still a chicken, so innocent."

"Hahaha, sad, sad."

Several people covered their mouths and laughed, the voice of this discussion was very low, but Ye Chi heard it.

Tsk, the man himself is obviously a bitch.

That's right, the third young master in the discussion is him, Ye Chi.

No, it's him, and it's not him.

Just ten days ago, Ye Chi got off a fashion show and took a taxi home.

The driver was driving tired, and one of them drove under the bridge without noticing, and somehow he got worn on the young master's body.

Not only did he inherit the memory, but he also had the same name as him, Ye Chi.

When he came, Ye Chi had already left the Ye family.Frozen to death on the street because of alcoholism, and at this time, he happened to wear it.

Ye Chi rented a single room with a piece of jewelry left by Ye Chi's mother, and the remaining two pieces were left untouched. After all, these things are relics, and they don't want to move them again, and they will redeem them later.

The scary thing is that Yuan Yechi still owes foreign debts, which are all borrowed while drinking. For the young masters, it's not much, but it's almost two hundred in total.

Forced by life, I can only go out to work.

In Dongcheng, everyone who knew him turned his back on him.Those who don't know him but know him mostly laugh and sarcasm behind his back.

He just failed to apply for the job, but the other party recognized him and waved him away.

Counting this time, there were a total of four failures today.

Walk through a street, sit on a long bench on the street, take a break, be dazed by the way, and think about the next development.

If there is still no harvest today, it means that he can only go in and out for nearly a week.The stalls selling sesame seed cakes around him made him look sideways.

The gold jewelry was sold for more than 20 silver dollars. The place he rents is already very narrow and damp, and the price is three yuan a month.Even if you live frugally, plus one month's food, you still have to spend ten yuan a month.

In two months at most, the money will be useless.And winter is coming soon, and there is a heating fee for charcoal fire.

Ye Chi's current room is unbelievably humid, and the quilt is so damp that people can't get warm under the quilt.Because of this, I have recently caught a cold and my throat started to itch.

The weather in the south is already damp and cold, and Ye Chi's room is at the innermost on the first floor.

———The room that smelled musty as soon as I entered.

It was a little cold on the side of the road, he was only wearing a white shirt, subconsciously folded his arms.

At this time, the wind began to blow.

……

On the other side of the street, a black patent leather car with a long front was parked on the side of the street, and a man in a suit and leather shoes and glasses got out of the car.

"Mr. Fu, wait a moment, I'm going to pick up the letter."

Secretary Zhang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, quickly got out of the car.

The man in the back seat nodded.

His slender knuckles tapped lightly on his thighs, and the man sitting in the back seat was exactly the Mr. Fu that the secretary had just mentioned.

Today's weather is cloudy and rainy, and a dark cloud just floated over. Unexpectedly, small water spots have appeared on the glass of the car window, and it started to rain.

Fu Lin turned his head to see the rain, looked through the car window, and saw the figure sitting across the street at a glance.

The long benches were not in the open air, so the young man in the white shirt didn't notice the rain.

He hugged himself and trembled slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

The straight neck drooped slightly, and the fair skin was very conspicuous in the cloudy sky, and it was almost transparent against the rain.

Fu Lin's eyes stayed on it for a while, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, the young man finally raised his head.

Looking up at the sky, he probably realized that it was starting to rain.

In this one meeting, Fu Lin could see Ye Chi's face clearly.

The first impression except for the thin white neck is the eyes.Clear and pure, looking at the biscuit stall beside him, his eyes did not hide his desire at all.

Thin, white, with a very delicate face, the hair looks extremely soft, from the forehead to the chin, every inch and inch is as delicate as Suzhou embroidery embroidered by a skillful girl, without any deviation.

Even under the unbuttoned white shirt, the collarbone and neck are all southern exquisite.

Further down, curled arms, thin waist, and straight and slender legs.

This street is not wide enough for Fu Lin to watch Ye Chi carefully.

Use that supernatural vision.

"You have been waiting for a long time."

Secretary Zhang finally fetched the letter and got into the driving seat.

"Are you going back to the old house now?" Secretary Zhang asked.

Fu Lin didn't answer, and the secretary didn't continue to ask, just quietly waiting for the answer.

As Fu Lin's secretary, one must be able to observe words and deeds, and, most importantly, be quiet.

"Qiuyang, does the white shirt across the street look familiar to you?"

When Fu Lin opened his mouth, Zhang Qiuyang immediately followed the other person's eyes.After looking at it for a while to confirm, he said: "To tell you, it is the third young master of the Ye family. I met him once in Rongzhuang."

"Ye Family? Is it Nancheng Guzhuang?" Fu Lin frowned and thought.

"Yes, you're right. The third young master of the Ye family reported to the Ye family a few days ago and broke away from the Ye family."

"Is there anything you need me to do?"

Secretary Zhang took a careful look at the third young master of the Ye family, and suddenly felt blessed. Mr. Fu of their family has a hobby, which is painting Western paintings.

And I like to draw the most iconic characters, regardless of men and women.

According to the previous practice, it will be tested first.

And since he became a secretary, their boss has painted three or four, and judging by the results, he is not very satisfied.

The third young master of the Ye family is a sign of good looks, so it's not like his boss is also thinking about it, right?

Sure enough, Fu Lin said next, "Ask for me."

"Good." Zhang Qiuyang immediately took out two umbrellas from under the chair next to him and got out of the car.

Zhang Qiuyang walked up to Ye Chi holding an umbrella, Ye Chi was a little frightened.

When the two were talking, Ye Chi's eyes suddenly saw the car coming. It was raining heavily, and the water was rushing against the car window. Ye Chi didn't see Fu Lin in the car.

After discussing for a long time, Ye Chi got up and took the umbrella.

Zhang Qiuyang knew that before painting, his boss needed to observe for a while, so he coaxed Ye Chi into the car.

Speaking of which, why is this Yechi different from the rumors?Others said he was flamboyant and unruly, but why was he so quiet and gentle just now.

Ye Chi was also a little surprised. He sorted out the other party's words, which roughly meant that his boss liked to draw, and then he fell in love with his own face and wanted to draw him.

Of course, the most important thing is to give money.

Ye Chi doesn't understand this era, and there are not many things he can do. These days, he has applied for a total of three pastry shops, five restaurants, three newspaper offices, two silk shops and one tailor-made suit.

Without exception, those who know him or not don't want him.

Judging from the conversation just now, if what the other party said is true, then it is indeed an errand that is too beautiful to be true.

Of course, the premise is, really.

So I specifically confirmed the identity of the other party.

In Ye Chi's memory, Fu Lin was a well-known big businessman, and nothing else.

He really wanted to knock Ye Chi's head off, dead boy, if you learn more, you'll die.

Since there is no fake, and not everyone can afford to drive a car, he will believe it for the time being.

"Hello." Before getting into the car, he bowed slightly to say hello. One was to be polite, but to look at the other party in case there were any traps.

The light inside the car was dim, but it could be said that I was sensitive, or what.

In this rainy and cold day, when he poked his head inside, he felt as if his blood had been drained, and he froze in place for a moment. It was an indescribable feeling.

It's just that his mouth was dry at the time.

White shirt, black suit, meticulous.The legs are placed casually, the bangs are lifted up, and only a few of them are drooping. The stern eyebrows make people's heart tighten instantly. Although the lines of the side face are sharp, they are neatly drawn.

The tightly pursed lips, like a master of ink painting, loosen and relax, and outline tense lines with just a few strokes.

The man's eyes didn't look at him, and even though the profile was separated by two seats, people could feel the aura.

"Get in the car." A command word.

His voice was cold, and he was used to ordering others.

Ye Chi was inexplicably conflicted, it wasn't that he wasn't used to being ordered, he was already used to it, and he hoped that someone could let him get rid of his entanglement and make a quick decision.

It's just...he always felt that he was incompatible with the other party's aura.

It can almost be said to be two extremes.

Ye Chi reminded himself that one should not judge people by their cover.

Just like when I started modeling, I lived in the basement, I was cheated, I was given a box, I couldn’t eat, I experienced a lot of grievances, and I slowly entered the industry.

He got in the car.

Very politely, he first shook the water from the umbrella outside, then sat in the back seat, keeping a distance from the other party.

The car started.

Ye Chi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Mr. Zhang, where are you going?"

Zhang Qiuyang turned his head and smiled: "Mr. Fu's other building, don't worry, it's not far, it's in the city."

Their boss is indeed a bit scary, and it took him a long time to get used to it, so he tried to be gentle so as not to scare the other party.

Fu Lin didn't speak, but looked sideways.

Ye Chi felt the gaze, and under such oppressive gaze, he started to feel a little nervous.

But he didn't turn his head to look at him. How should I put it, he lost a lot of momentum. Looking at each other is a very nervous thing.

There is no chance of winning.

So he chose to escape.

Ye Chi turned his head to look at the rainwater outside, and he used to watch the water pattern on the glass for a whole day.

Just when he was in a daze.

A voice came from the side.

"Yechi."

There is no air-conditioning in the car, so it is still very cold. It is raining heavily outside, and his leather shoes have leaked and filled with muddy water. Now he is so cold that he wants to shiver.

This icy voice made him shiver.

"Yes, you say."

But after the sound, he stopped talking, Ye Chi was puzzled, and subconsciously turned his head to look, this time, he looked directly at him.

It was so cold all over again.

Fu Lin is just a businessman, why does Ye Chi always think that he has great lethality?

"What day are you free?" Finally, the other party seemed to have confirmed something.

"I'm free for now." Ye Chi breathed out, very cold.

"Yeah." Then there was an "hmm," and there was no more to say.

Talking to this person is so tiring, Ye Chi's heart is broken.

But Ye Chi breathed a sigh of relief, at least he found an errand.

But then he thought of something, and his eyes dimmed.

He hesitated for a while, thinking that he would definitely have to speak in the end, so it is better to make it clear now, so he said, "Mr. Fu, I have a request. If you can agree, I will take over this job."

Fu Lin raised his eyebrows and turned his head, staring at him, "Huh?"

Ye Chi glanced at Secretary Zhang, who buried his head in the car and didn't know anything.

"I'm not a nude model."

After hearing this, Fu Lin raised his eyebrows.

He has no requirements in this regard, because he has plenty of ways to find his own inspiration.

After a few minutes of silence in the car, secretary Zhang was in a cold sweat, why didn't his boss speak.

The windshield wipers frantically brushed the front window. Not far away, a majestic annex gradually grew larger in the field of vision, and slowly twisted in the water flow.

The black foreign-style iron door was opened from the inside, and the car drove directly to the door.

Just before opening the car door, Fu Lin finally said, "Okay."

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