Chapter 50: Impact
Among the sixth batch, several of the print male models had even more outstanding looks. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them exceptionally handsome.
Zhang Yang walked over. Although he could also be considered quite handsome, with well-defined facial features, among these professional male models who relied purely on their looks for a living, he seemed somewhat unremarkable.
"Bro, which modeling agency are you from?" one of the handsome guys with a Japanese-style look asked Zhang Yang curiously.
"Me?" Zhang Yang laughed. "I don't have an agency. I just saw they were recruiting print models here, so I thought I'd come over and earn some money with a part-time job."
Several of them suddenly understood. "So you're a freelance model!"
No one regarded Zhang Yang as a competitor. After all, he had no agency, no experience, and his overall looks were not particularly outstanding. Most likely, he was just here to make up the numbers.
Aisha Fashion's large conference room had been transformed into an interview site.
For the sake of speed and efficiency, they called people in batch by batch.
Zhang Yang waited outside in boredom, watching groups of handsome men go in and come out one after another, like an assembly line. He couldn't help but sigh a little.
So what if you're handsome? You still get picked over by others.
Fortunately, he didn't rely on his looks to make a living. Coming out to do this part-time job for that little bit of money was only for the task and for experience points.
Finally, the fifth batch went in, and the next batch would be theirs.
The guys in his group had all kinds of styles-Japanese, Korean, and Western-and they all rubbed their hands together, preparing to go in.
"I heard Aisha's fashion director, Irene, is on site today. A famous she-devil!"
"Hiss, that woman has a sharp eye and very high standards. Now I'm suddenly not so confident."
Amid the chatter, the people from the fifth batch gradually came out.
"Sixth batch, the sixth batch come in," a staff member shouted loudly outside.
Zhang Yang followed along with a calm mindset.
Inside the spacious venue, at the center of the interview panel sat a glamorous woman with a powerful aura, examining them. The other interviewers beside her seemed almost like background figures, not even daring to breathe too loudly in front of her.
"Director Ai, this is the basic information for the sixth batch of models," a staff member beside her bent slightly and handed over the resumes with a flattering smile.
Irene, known in the company as the fashion female devil, flipped through the resumes, then looked up to compare them one by one. Her brows furrowed slightly.
The people beside her didn't dare make a sound.
"There are clothes over there. Go change into them," Irene said, no longer looking at the resumes in her hand, pointing to the distance.
Staff immediately took out the clothing needed for this shoot and arranged for them to change.
The several print male models in the sixth batch looked at each other and quickly took off their outerwear, preparing to change.
"Take off what's inside too. Leave the upper body bare," Irene tapped the table lightly with her pen and said calmly.
They froze for a moment, but still efficiently removed their shirts or T-shirts.
Under the lights, their physiques each had their own strengths.
There were the tall, thin, fair-skinned types of the Japanese and Korean style, and the tall, muscular types of the Western style. Regardless of anything else, each of them had quite obvious abs.
After all, in ordinary aesthetics, having abs means having muscles.
Irene calmly observed the men before her, occasionally exchanging a few quiet words with the staff beside her, nodding and shaking her head from time to time, seemingly judging whether they were suitable.
"You over there, why aren't you changing?" Soon, everyone present noticed the somewhat hesitant Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang was indeed hesitant.
Taking off his clothes to show his physique in front of so many people-he wasn't a professional print model after all, and he couldn't do it that naturally.
At this moment, after forcing himself to prepare mentally, Zhang Yang finally began taking off his shirt.
"You're called Zhang Yang, right? I see from your resume that you don't have any industry experience. Is that correct?" Irene looked at the figure in front of her, checked the resume, and asked directly.
"Yes." Zhang Yang didn't deny it and nodded.
"If you don't have any industry experience, you're probably not suitable for us here. After all, we still need-" Irene suddenly stopped mid-sentence, staring straight at Zhang Yang, who had just taken off his jacket.
When he was wearing the jacket it wasn't obvious, but now that Zhang Yang had taken it off, the muscle lines on his body could no longer be concealed by the T-shirt.
Then, he pulled the T-shirt up from below and took it off.
Immediately, a suppressed gasp spread around the room.
"Holy damn!"
"This physique, this finely sculpted physique!"
"Perfect! This body is unbeatable-absolutely flawless!"
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the invincible physique with perfectly clear muscle lines everywhere, unable to stop exclaiming in amazement.
Yes, the face above the neck didn't look particularly striking.
But below the neck, it was simply flawless-completely outstanding. In the field of print modeling, it was practically a gift from heaven.
"It's you!" Irene slapped the resume onto the table.
Who cares about resumes? Who cares about work experience?
The only thing that mattered was whether the person was suitable.
It wasn't that being a print model required muscles, but the key point was that this time their theme and style determined that this was exactly the type of male model they needed.
The impact of a perfect physique almost perfectly matched the theme of this shoot.
The few guys in the same sixth batch were all dumbfounded.
"What kind of rookie is this? This is clearly a max-level boss coming to the beginner village to mess with us, right?"
"We thought he was bronze, but he turned out to be a king!"
"How the hell do you train to get a body like that?"
Among models, no one doesn't manage their physique. It's just that their goals differ-some for balanced body proportions, some for muscle growth.
But a body like the one in front of them-anyone who has worked out knows this is one in a million.
Alright, let's go, let's go!
"That's it?" Zhang Yang himself was a little surprised.
He was a complete newcomer with no work experience. He had come here with a try-it-out mentality, and after just one round he had already passed?
It seemed he had still underestimated the power of his physique.
His looks were only at the average level among male models, but his physique was at a one-in-a-million peak level. With such a combination, interviewing for a mere print male model position-wasn't that instantly dominating the entire room?
"Notify them that today's interview is over," Irene called over her assistant and gave the order.
"Huh? Sister Ai, shouldn't we at least finish seeing the rest? Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate?" the assistant asked hesitantly.
"No need to see them. He fits my standards the best. There won't be anyone more suitable," Irene said decisively, shaking her head. Then she looked at Zhang Yang. "Coordinate with them. Prepare for the shoot this afternoon. Oh, and pay him according to the highest hourly rate."
She stood up and left first. Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Zhang Yang a few more times.
A moment later, Zhang Yang finished coordinating with the staff from Aisha Fashion.
Originally, the pay for this job was five hundred per day. But just now, Director Ai from Aisha Fashion Weekly personally gave the order-this time Zhang Yang would be paid by the hour, and at the highest hourly standard.
All calculated together, just completing this afternoon's shoot would earn him fifteen hundred.
"Being a male model really does make money fast," Zhang Yang thought happily.
He calculated it. He still needed ten thousand yuan in part-time income, but in just one afternoon he had already completed fifteen hundred of it. The progress was incredibly fast.
However, he didn't lose himself in it. Taking this temporary part-time job was purely to complete the task. Making a living from this? What a joke. Old Zhang here had an annual income of nearly twenty million-playing around with this?
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