Charity Banquet

Song Qianming was preparing for the shoot. He had no idea that his royal brother had come to this world before him. If he knew, he would be overjoyed.

If Song Qianxian knew that his beloved royal brother had no choice but to work as an actor in order to survive in this world, and was even ostracized and insulted by others, he would probably be heartbroken.

"Yes, that's it." The photographer directed Song Qianming to do all kinds of poses, and the excitement in his tone was beyond words.

Today, he was here to shoot a new promotional photo for Shen's Food's drink that he had endorsed. Back then, the drink had gone viral on the internet as soon as it was released. If the reason for its popularity at that time was due to the strange taste and the Shen Corporation's signature brand, then the reason for the increase in sales now was because of Song Qianming.

'Frost Falls' had brought him a huge amount of traffic, and his fans discovered that he had no other works other than 'Frost Falls'. As for his previous performance as a singer and dancer at Xi Le, it was needless to say. His style was too unsightly, and his fans did not even want to acknowledge his 'dark' past.

In order to support him, his fans didn't have much choice but to buy the only product he endorsed, which was this strange-tasting drink.

Although many people weren't used to it, those who could drink it basically liked it very much, so the fans weren't afraid of wasting it when they bought it back. After all, there were so many relatives and friends, and there would definitely be someone who liked it.

After the sales increased, the Shen Corporation wanted to strike while the iron was hot and quickly shoot an advertisement and a promotional video as well.

"Shen Corporation would like to sign another advertising contract with you. Do you have any intention?"

"What do you think, Sister Hong?" Song Qianming didn't agree or object directly. He wanted to hear his manager's opinion.

"The Shen Corporation is considered an established brand in the country and has a relatively high public appeal. Although their marketing is not as fashionable as the new and popular online brands, they promised that if you agree to sign the contract, they can hire someone to design the advertisements for their next product. What I mean is that you can only take on one or two more advertisements for food products like this. In the future, you should wait for more works to be produced before you try to get in touch with other brand styles."

"Back when I wasn't famous, Shen's Food had the courage to hire me. I can't be ungrateful. Since they've already asked, I'll take it."

"Alright, I'll discuss the follow-up with them. You should get ready to join the crew."

"Okay."

"Also, there's a charity banquet tomorrow night. Many investors, directors, producers, and actors in the industry will be there. I've gotten you a ticket. I'll take you to get your styling done tomorrow afternoon. Don't sleep too late."

Song Qianming frowned as he had heard some rumors, "What do I have to do?"

Sister Hong understood and then smiled. "When we signed the contract, we have already agreed that we wouldn't force you to do this kind of thing. Boss will be there tomorrow too. She's just taking you to meet people and make you familiar with those directors."

Song Qianming heaved a sigh of relief. He had thought that he would be sent to do some ridiculous things. As a dignified prince, and he would never yield.

On the other side, the assistant placed an invitation on Song Qianxian's table. "Boss, this is an invitation from Bihua's side. They said there's a charity banquet tomorrow. Are you going?"

"I'll donate one million Yuan in my own name. I won't be going. Please help me apologize to Bihua's CEO."

"Understood." The assistant took the invitation back. Afterwards, every time Song Qianxian remembered this scene, he deeply regretted it. If he had went for the charity banquet, he would have been able to reunite with his brother earlier.

The next afternoon, Sister Hong brought Song Qianming to a styling studio. The stylist of this studio had worked with the most famous fashion stylist abroad for two years. Later, he had worked for several luxury brands. It could be said that he knew the fashion circle inside out.

After he returned to the country, not only did he maintain a harmonious and friendly relationship with major brands, but he also established his own fashion brand, which was very popular with domestic stars.

If not for the fact that the boss of the management company Song Qianming signed with was his friend, based on Song Qianming's current status, this styling studio would not have accepted him at all.

"Sister Hong, is this the newbie you're managing?" A man who was dressed in a androgynous manner sized Song Qianming up, and his gaze made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Jack, our Xiao Song already has a child," Sister Hong suddenly said something irrelevant.

Song Qianming saw the man's eyes filled with disappointment, but he still asked unwillingly, "Are you interested in getting to know me?"

No matter how stupid Song Qianming was, he knew what kind of person this man was.

In his last life, before his royal brother had ascended to the throne, some officials liked to raise beautiful boys at home. If they were willing, it would be fine, but the vast majority of them were forced.

After his royal brother ascended the throne, this kind of thing was not allowed to happen in the officialdom. However, there were still many private music houses that raised little boys.

After coming to modern society, especially after entering the entertainment industry, Song Qianming's thinking had become much more open-minded. He now respected people with different sexual orientations, but it definitely did not include those who had already been rejected and still tried.

"Song Qianming," he said, squinting his eyes. "Male, likes women."

Jack sighed sadly, "It's not easy to find someone who's my type. Forget it. Are you guys here to get styled for tonight's charity banquet?"

"Yes, our Qian Ming is a newcomer, so we'll have to trouble you." Seeing that he didn't pester him too much and was instead doing his job properly, Sister Hong's smile became more sincere.

"Don't worry, I promise you'll be satisfied. At least I'll give your boss some face."

Then, he took the ruler and said to Song Qianming, "You don't mind if I take some measurements, right?"

Seeing that his gaze was no longer flirtatious, Song Qianming opened his arms and said, "I don't mind,"

However, Jack sighed as he measured, the regret and pity in his eyes could not be hidden.

Song Qianming was handsome and had a good figure, which was thanks to his daily exercise.

He was 1.85 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a thin waist, and especially long legs. Even his butt was perky at just the right angle, and his muscles were evenly distributed. No wonder Jack coveted him at first sight.

It was no exaggeration to say that with his figure, he could look good even if he wore a piece of sackcloth. However, Jack still carefully chose a suit for him.

The suit was already very fitting, and it was also a big brand, but Jack was still a little dissatisfied. "If it was customized, it would definitely look even better than this."

"I'm already in contact with the company for the custom-made clothings," Sister Hong said with a smile.

It was rare for Jack to offer help when he had not achieved his goal. "If you have any difficulties, you can contact me."

"I'm relieved to hear that. I'll definitely praise you in front of the boss later."