Chapter 129
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Qin Guan was stubborn enough to lower the price to 200 yuan per frame, even though his fellow countryman had asked for an exorbitant price of 800 yuan per frame.
Qin Guan threw down a 400 yuan bill and was about to leave the counter with his loot. The unkind fellow chuckled to himself.
The counterfeit frames, which cost 50 yuan in southern China, were easily sold for 200 yuan. The man looked as if he had gotten a great bargain. There was nothing more fun than killing an acquaintance.
(Do some students who wear glasses have experienced this before? There was a period of time when the price of glasses was terrifyingly high)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio In less than a second, the atmosphere in the Golden Five-Star Market became tense. Several inspectors in work uniforms ran straight down the aisle with briefcases under their arms, causing chaos among the surrounding shops.
"Quick, check the fakes. Hide the goods quickly! “
"Run! Take the fake goods to the warehouse! "
The shop owners, who had put fake goods on the stands, took remedial measures in a hurry.
The young man hurriedly closed the leather case and tried to hide it in a compartment under the counter.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? What are you hiding? Take it out! And you, young man! Did you buy something here just now? "A sharp-eyed cadre noticed the abnormality at first glance.
Qin Guan pulled his foot back and said as if nothing had happened, "No, I was just passing by and chatted with my fellow townsman."
The inspector walked up to him doubtfully and knocked on the glass cabinet impatiently. "Take it out! I saw it! Are you going to hide it?"
The bespectacled young man dragged the small suitcase out with a frown, and just like that, it was opened under the watchful eyes of the inspectors.
"No fake goods? Didn't he catch one just like that? And you! Don't go! What did you buy here? Don't you know that these people only make fake goods because their customers demand them? Tell me, how many goods have you ordered here? "
Qin Guan let out a sigh of relief. He put on his purest smile and told the staff, "I'm not a merchant. Actually, I'm a student from the nearby University of Finance and Economics."
The inspector was dazzled by Qin Guan's smile. He blocked the nonexistent light in front of him and said with a sigh, "Young man, you can't buy fake goods even if you are not a retail merchant. Besides, you are a student of a famous university. You are breaking the law knowingly."
Qin Guan smiled even more brightly. With his fake eyes, he continued calmly, "You misunderstood me. How could I associate myself with such a person? I'm here to buy some daily necessities. When I passed by the stall, the glasses guy saw that my glasses were very fashionable, so he chatted with me for a bit. I didn't take the initiative to buy them. "
The young man looked at the leather case that had been taken away by the investigators and cried silently in his heart, "Liar!" Lies! Don't believe him. Look carefully at the glasses he's wearing. He bought them from me! Don't be fooled by his face! "
The inspector was almost convinced by Qin Guan's words. Qin Guan added more weight to his lie, "Actually, I've told you the truth." Qin Guan took off his glasses. "I'm a part-time model. You are always dealing with famous brands and fakes, so you must pay attention to fashion trends. I've done advertisements for many fashion magazines."
The inspector looked at Qin Guan, who was even more dazzling after taking off his glasses. He believed his words completely. He shook the fake glasses in his hand and looked at the number of the stall. Then he gave the glasses guy a final ultimatum.
"You want to sell your fake goods to such an outstanding young man? Save your breath. You'll have to pay the fine at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau tomorrow! "Then he left with his colleague with his loot.
The bespectacled man's eyes were misty with tears. He was speechless and choked with sobs. He had just made a few hundred yuan from a single deal today, and then he was robbed. God, please open your eyes! Let's see who you can beat!
Qin Guan shrunk his neck apologetically. Taking advantage of the chaos in the market, he sneaked out of Golden Five Star, leaving the guy alone.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Sister Xue was very satisfied with his new style. He was ready to be famous, which was enough to make her happy.
At the headquarters of LEE, the editor of Rayli Magazine and Sister Xue watched nervously as the director of the Advertising Department looked Qin Guan up and down. After ten minutes, he nodded affirmatively.
They were all relieved. Qin Guan's first advertisement was in his hands. Sister Xue watched the money flow into her bank account. She was so happy that her nose started to bubble.
Qin Guan was a man who could earn foreign currency. An international career was in front of him.
Looking at the thick red envelope Sister Xue had given him, Qin Guan sighed inwardly. The price of the photos was more than five times the standard price of a runway show. What a rich man he was!
Qin Guan arrived at the studio with the help of LEE staff. It was said that their model was John from Kansas, an American native. Qin Guan would show him LEE's classic styles, including a pair of worker's pants and a pair of jeans from the Z series with typical Lazys stitches. LEE had attached great importance to the posters.
Since LEE had officially entered Asia in 1995, this was the first time they had chosen an Asian model for an official advertisement.
The manager of the Asian store was optimistic about the domestic market. They had never received such treatment in Japan or South Korea.
As a lucky guy, all Qin Guan wanted to do was to do his job well. (Actually, you are aiming for the US dollars.)
At the studio, Qin Guan was shocked by LEE's generosity. There was only one series of posters, but there were as many as three backgrounds. None of them had been skimped on.
There was a safety staircase outside the building. The mottled rusty shelves were crisscrossed together, as if describing the decadence of the indifferent city.
That should be Qin Guan's first scene. When he came out of the dressing room, Sister Xue's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. No one had told her that Qin Guan was going to get a haircut.
The makeup team had shaved his hair until it was only three centimeters long. If it was any shorter, it would look like a ring scar on his head.
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