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Upon hearing Lin Wanyu's words, Zeng Xiaoxian seemed to have activated some kind of switch.
He stood up and spoke righteously, as if owning such a magazine was a great honor.
"This is not a magazine, this is a benchmark."
"This isn't a magazine you can just buy with money; there are only two thousand copies in the entire city of Shanghai."
"Do you even understand what two thousand copies means?"
"This means I'm a man at the top of the fashion world, one of the top two thousand in the entire Shanghai fashion scene, and not even last!"
Everyone present couldn't help but twitch at Zeng Xiaoxian's words.
Lu Zhanbo asked curiously.
"Teacher Zeng, it must have been very difficult for you to get this magazine."
How did you obtain it?
Zeng Xiaoxian hesitated for a moment, but finally had no choice but to tell the truth.
"I got it as a prize in a lucky draw when I bought fried dough sticks!"
“Pfft~~~”
"Hahahahahaha!"
Chapter 159: A Unique Thought Process
interesting.
It's really interesting.
The magazine, limited to 2,000 copies, was indeed won by buying fried dough sticks.
This looks like a cheap tabloid, and you call this high-end?
Only Zeng Xiaoxian, that guy who's so obsessed with saving face that he suffers for it, is still renewing his subscription.
Anyone with a modicum of common sense would know this is a scam to cheat people out of their money.
As a result, Zeng Xiaoxian was foolish enough to believe it.
She's so desperate to be a celebrity.
Moreover, all the information on it is just gossip.
So-and-so cheated on their boyfriend, so-and-so's boyfriend is a male model, so-and-so has found a younger girlfriend.
It's all gossip and entertainment news, utter nonsense.
"Hey, what's so funny?"
"As a well-known radio host, is it wrong for me to have this magazine to enhance my image?"
Zeng Xiaoxian was still stubbornly denying it, even though he was already regretting it terribly.
He's still arguing with others.
Lin Wanyu, on the other hand, casually tossed the magazine in her hand aside.
"Yeah, don't discourage Teacher Zeng, it's all free anyway."
But who knew that Zeng Xiaoxian's face would fall down as soon as he heard Lin Wanyu's words.
"How could it not cost money?"
"Only the first three rounds were free. After that, I was asked to do a survey for no reason, and then I was upgraded to a member."
Lu Zhanbo blinked, asking curiously.
"What are the benefits of upgrading to a membership?"
"We can't upgrade and then get no benefits at all."
Memberships must offer different benefits, especially for fashion magazines.
Otherwise, why would they upgrade?
Zeng Xiaoxian's lips twitched.
"Regular members receive one issue every two weeks, gold members receive one issue weekly, and platinum members receive two issues per week."
"Then who are you?"
"Diamond members receive three issues per week!"
Lu Zhanbo asked in surprise.
"That's it? That's all?"
Zeng Xiaoxian shrugged and spread his hands.
"Gone."
"No wonder my brother-in-law said this thing is useless."
"Teacher Zeng, besides having several hundred yuan deducted from your paycheck every month and having so many extra magazines at home, you haven't gotten anything in return!"
Lu Zhanbo was speechless.
This is supposed to be high-end? It's just a money-grabbing scam.
He wouldn't even take it if it were given to him for free.
Zeng Xiaoxian naturally knew this principle, but he just couldn't help himself.
Especially when the receptionist said that he was one of the two thousand most fashionable people in Shanghai's fashion circle.
He couldn't help but continue spending money.
Moreover, he was not ashamed, but rather proud.
"Don't you think it's a good deal to spend a few hundred dollars a month to become one of the two thousand people in the fashion industry?"
Everyone was speechless at his thought process.
Bai Tianyu couldn't help but speak up sarcastically.
"Teacher Zeng, this isn't fashion, it's being ripped off."
"You believe whatever people say casually."
"Look at your current situation, and you still call yourself fashionable?"
It's not that Bai Tianyu is belittling Zeng Xiaoxian, but rather that Zeng Xiaoxian is in a similar situation.
He was just an ordinary person, and the clothes he wore were very ordinary.
Fashion is something only rich people do.
Zeng Xiaoxian, come on.
Lin Wanyu also strongly agreed with Bai Tianyu's words.
"Teacher Zeng, I don't mean to discourage you."
"Fashion is really not something ordinary people can do. I studied fashion when I was studying in the Free Country."
"True fashion is not about looking at magazines and calling yourself fashionable; it's about changing yourself from the inside out."
"You really can't do it. If you could become fashionable just by reading magazines, then everyone would be an empress dowager."
Zeng Xiaoxian blinked, puzzled.
Who is the Empress Dowager?
"Empress Dowager Cixi?"
Lin Wanyu pursed her lips speechlessly, indicating that she didn't want to talk to Zeng Xiaoxian anymore.
What a lunatic! And he calls himself fashionable.
Even Karl Lagerfeld, the chief designer of Chanel and the fashion icon, didn't recognize him.
You still call yourself fashionable?
I'm really impressed by Zeng Xiaoxian.
The others looked at Zeng Xiaoxian speechlessly.
They've all heard of the Empress Dowager's name, but this guy doesn't know it; he's really pretending to know what he doesn't.
"You bastard Zeng, are you out of your mind?"
“Look at the two wealthy people in front of us: one is the CEO of a company who started his own business, and the other is the beloved daughter of Lin's International Bank.”
"Look at when they bought this 'manly' stuff. You, who tells ghost stories in the middle of the night, got fooled and spent so much money on this junk, and you still call yourself fashionable?"
"Are you kidding me?"
The words may be rough, but the principle is sound; Hu Yifei may have spoken somewhat crudely.
But what he said makes sense.
Zeng Xiaoxian, who tells ghost stories every night in the middle of the night, still aspires to become a fashion icon.
They're really desperate for fame.
"me……"
Zeng Xiaoxian hesitated for a long time, but couldn't say anything.
He knew he was wrong, but every time he went offline to unsubscribe, the receptionist would exaggerate and make grand promises.
He couldn't help but start daydreaming, and before he knew it, there were more and more magazines.
By today, the ash has piled up under his bed, almost lifting him up.
So I couldn't stand him anymore and went again.
Then the receptionist bombarded him with empty boasting and sent him back.
So he thought he would divide the magazines up and put the extras in the bar downstairs to see if they would accept them.
He can sponsor it at worst.