Only then did Qin Guan realize what he had done during the interview. He was speechless at the way he had been drinking. It was so troublesome. Fortunately, his body had memorized everything. He didn't need to worry too much.
The last demonstration ended with the trainer's words, "Tasting wine is like tasting tea. It's like ploughing an ox drinking a ditch."
It was another blow to Qin Guan's heart. He took the documents and walked out of the conference room with a gloomy expression on his face.
When they went out, the freckled assistant handed everyone a small piece of paper. On it was the location of the exhibition, the way to gather, and the time to gather.
Qin Guan put the slip of paper in the folder and decided to check on Wng Lei.
When he arrived at Wng Lei's cubicle, he saw a thick pile of questionnaires in front of him. Qin Guan picked up one of them in surprise and asked in an exaggerated tone, "Did you do all this in the morning?"
Wng Lei had just hung up on a phone. He answered casually, "Yes, I'll be paid according to the quantity and degree of completion. This job suits me well."
Wng Lei planned to strike while the iron was hot in the afternoon, so Qin Guan decided to go back to school first. He looked at his watch and dragged Wng Lei out for lunch.
At that time, foundations were being dug and new buildings were being built in the World Trade Center. Dust was flying everywhere. They thought it was too troublesome to eat Western food, but they also thought that the hotel buffet was not cost-effective. There were not many restaurants around the World Trade Center.
Qin Guan took Wng Lei to a small alley that hadn't been demolished yet. Pointing to a row of small restaurants, he said generously, "What do you want to eat? It's my treat! "
Wng Lei looked at the restaurants, which included Chongqing snacks, S County snacks and Lanzhou Ramen. He curled his lips. "Brother, can you order something expensive?"
The two of them chose a small restaurant. After sitting inside, they ordered a large plate chicken, two roasted pancakes, and an extra bowl of noodles.
When the plates of Dapan Chicken were served, they felt it was worth it. On the huge round plate, there was a thick layer of snow-white noodles.
The noodles were then covered with sauced chicken, potatoes, onions, and green peppers. They were also seasoned with red peppers and Sichuan peppers. It was an appetizing sight.
The two of them ate heartily with the charred naan, chicken, and potatoes.
When the two of them settled the bill, they only spent 32 yuan. It was really cheap. Qin Guan wiped his mouth, said goodbye to Wang Lei, and went back to school.
In the evening, Qin Guan asked for a leave of absence from Huang's mother. He told her that he might postpone the tutoring next week in case the exhibition was delayed.
Huang Jiajia's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she asked Mr. Qin the reason for the delay. Qin Guan didn't think too much about it. He told her about his part-time job.
Huang Jiajia expressed her support for Qin Guan's work. Furthermore, he took the initiative to say that he could postpone the teaching time and told him not to worry.
Qin Guan was very grateful to Huang for her support in her work.
They ended the lesson in a friendly atmosphere. Of course, they had to ignore Huang Jiajia, who was giggling like a fox stealing a chicken after Qin Guan had left.
When Qin Guan returned to his dormitory, he called Cong Nianwei and told her about his part-time job at the exhibition next week. He sincerely asked for a leave of absence and expressed his regret that he could not go to QH to see her.
Cong Nianwei did not say much on the phone, which made Qin Guan feel depressed.
The next day, Qin Guan's cell phone rang while he was in class. He had set it to vibrate, but he didn't answer the call.
After class, Qin Guan called back and asked about the situation. The receptionist told him an address in a sweet voice and told him to try on the clothes on site.
Qin Guan wrote down the address and checked his classes in the afternoon. I have enough time. I don't need to hurry. If I go there after class, I can catch the tailor trying on the clothes.
Qin Guan felt strange during the afternoon class. It had only been one day, and they were already making clothes. That was too fast.
After class, Qin Guan hurried to the place he had been told to go to.
At five o 'clock in the afternoon, Qin Guan pushed open the glass door of a tailor shop in Xidan. The receptionist led him to the tailoring room. Qin Guan was late, so he was the only one left in the shop.
The tailor was busy with the molds. When he saw Qin Guan, he nodded and told him to change into the clothes provided by the wine dealer in the fitting room.
It was a standard three-piece suit in black and grey, with a white shirt that hadn't been taken off the label yet.
Qin Guan entered the fitting room and took off all his clothes, leaving only a pair of underpants on. Then he put on the clothes one by one.
The design of the suit was really good. There were no armbands or collar tags on the clothes. The shirt was not from a famous brand either. It seemed to be an emergency purchase.
Qin Guan buttoned up the last button of the shirt, put on the suit jacket, and walked out of the fitting room.
The tailor, who was busy with his work, didn't pay attention to Qin Guan. He just pointed at Qin Guan and said, "Go to the fitting mirror and look at yourself. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."
Qin Guan followed the order and went to the fitting mirror. Looking at himself in the mirror, Qin Guan was still in a trance. He had looked at himself in the mirror so many times, but every time he looked at himself, he felt dizzy. This body was truly blessed by the heavens.
Qin Guan was not being narcissistic, but the tailor was looking up at him in a daze.
That's right. The tailor looked up to see the result of Qin Guan's fitting. If there was anything wrong, he would trim the clothes.
This suit was a secondhand one that the exhibitors got from a rental shop. It was a regular version of Givenchy. It was not designed by itself, nor was it made by a professional. Even such a suit cost RMB: 25000.
Although BATEAU was a mid-range brand, it was well-known in the world.
Since both brands were from France, GIVENCHY had agreed to rent the suit to the exhibitor for free.
The tailor thought that the suit was perfect for Qin Guan. He wanted to make the trousers narrower to make Qin Guan look sexier, but he gave up on the idea of Givenchy's style, which was simple, refreshing, considerate, and soft at the same time.
The tailor didn't say much. He asked the assistant to put on the suit and let Qin Guan finish the fitting.
After the fitting, everyone in the shop left. The tailor opened the notebook with Qin Guan's measurements and read them carefully. Then he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
The call went through. The tailor calmly said to the person on the other side of the phone, "Hello? Is this Xue Wanyi? I'm Lao Liu. I have a good boy here. He's not from a modeling company. He's a part-time student. Let me tell you his basic information. "
The two of them talked on the phone for a full five minutes before they hung up. The tailor uncle tapped the small notebook in his hand and pursed his lips in a smile. Whether the result is good or bad, it all depends on whether you work hard or not.
On the day of the exhibition, Qin Guan got up early and showed off his good looks in front of the mirror for the first time.
His roommates also got ready. Except for Wang Lei, who had a part-time job, the rest of them planned to support Qin Guan's career and accompany him to the exhibition.
Qin Guan looked at them helplessly. He knew exactly what they were thinking. They were not there to support him. They were there for the female part of the exhibition.
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