Lying on the carpet, Qin Guan burst into tears. Why is the carpet so hot? I'm such a coward. If I had been more shameless, I would have gotten a chance to go to bed.
Stop dreaming, kid. Go to bed. You have work to do tomorrow.
The next day, Qin Guan put on his best clothes under Cong Nianwei's doubtful gaze. He had to go for an interview.
The Capital Fashion Week was about to begin in September. The Autels in the east of the city were crowded with dozens of domestic and foreign brands. There was a huge demand for models.
Several Asian countries with a thriving model industry had also sent their top fashion models to the capital to seize a share of the market.
Due to geographical restrictions, some European and American brands couldn't bring their own models to the show. They needed to find some good talents in China.
How could the Plaster Flag and the Pickle Nation let go of such an opportunity? In addition to the fact that they had their own brands to release during the fashion week, their proximity to China was their biggest advantage.
To put it bluntly, they had come to snatch food from our bowls.
Holding a stack of resumes under his arm, Qin Guan stared at the altair, which had been changed beyond recognition.
It used to be a European-style building, but now, all the shops on the street were provided to the exhibitors for free. They were specially used to deal with matters before the release of the Fashion Week.
The street had been transformed into a flea market by all kinds of trendy people in the fashion circle.
A big brand sign was stuck outside the door of an office. Messy clothes racks, finished and semi-finished designs and accessories were casually hung on them. Small ornaments, buttons, and scarves were casually piled up in baskets and boxes.
The most dazzling sight was the tall models holding onto their information sheets as they weaved through the crowd of brands, trying to find a plan for a live interview. If they were lucky, they would get a chance to walk on the runway.
There were English, Japanese, and Korean models there. It was like a gathering of first-rate and second-rate models. Ignoring the thick smell of gunpowder, it was a beautiful visual scene.
As soon as Qin Guan handed his car keys to Sister Xue, he stepped into the square with a thick pile of documents in his arms. He attracted the attention of the other models waiting for their chance.
(Due to the trouble of translation software, I won't write the plaster flag language, pickle language, etc.)
Everyone was on high alert when they saw Qin Guan walking towards them. Now that another strong competitor had appeared, wouldn't he have one less chance?
"Koinu-Kun, is this a model from our country? “
"No, I've never seen her before. She should be a local model from China."
"Nothing! It's a lie, right? The brands we're competing with won't clash with the brands he's interviewing for, right? "
"Don't worry. The models here are not up to our standards in terms of performance and charm. The brand we are interviewing for has very high requirements for the model's temperament. Even if the model's appearance has reached a certain standard, we don't need to pay attention to it! We have to look down on the enemy strategically. How can we be discouraged? "
"Hi! I am still too young! "
That was the conversation of the Plaster Flag Country's small group. They were being polite, saying that Qin Guan had a shell but no temperament. Look at the Pickle Country.
"Ha ha! Look at the handsome models from the Pickle Country. None of the models from other countries are as good as us. Look at the country bumpkins from China and the short legs from the Plaster Flag Country. Hahaha! "
"Fighting, Senior Park! Seumida! Senior Park, look at the Chinese over there! "
Senior Park looked at him. He was wearing a black round-neck T-shirt, which showed off his long, straight legs. His rough jeans showed off his buttocks perfectly.
He walked over to the group of models leisurely and greeted Ouyang Fen, who was pretending not to know him. "Hi! Ouyang Fen! "
Ouyang Fen shrank back into the group of Chinese models. Qin Guan is really good at attracting hatred. The venue had been divided into four groups. There were one group of Chinese models and a few compatriots from Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan, and one group of European, American and Latin models. After all, they were of different races.
The atmosphere between the two groups was quite harmonious. According to the brand designers' emphasis, there was not much conflict in the results of their interviews. However, the plaster flags and pickle flags on the other side made it clear that the models from the Kimchi Country were different from the people in China.
In the year 2000, Asian male models had yet to shine in the major international fashion weeks. However, Plaster Flag's booming fashion magazine industry had quickly produced a number of famous models in Asia.
JJ, Ray, Sweet and other fashion magazines had sprung up in the Plaster Flag Country like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. Kurihara and Ueda Daiura were the new stars of the Plaster Flag Country. They had entered the Asian Fashion Week in China confidently.
Unlike the Plaster Flag Country, the Pickle Country was a country of self-production and self-marketing. Their entertainment was comprehensive. Their models didn't have any achievements in the fashion circle, but they turned to acting because of their beautiful appearance or figure.
The resumes of several generations of models were enough to fill a book. The Pickle Country was known as the most unprofessional model country.
The first generation of pioneers were Che Shengyuan and Song Chengxian. Their performances had exceeded expectations, and the film and television industry had opened an entrance for the model circle.
The Pickle Country's models couldn't be stopped. They tried their best to appear in all the major shows, trying their best to increase their exposure. In the new millennium, the Pickle Country's model circle saw the limitless light of fame.
Zhao Yincheng and Jiang Dongyuan had laid the foundation of beautiful men. With their unsurpassable appearance, they had completely defined the model circle as beautiful men.
Therefore, with the good examples set by their seniors, the male models from the Kimchi Country weren't as calm as the Plaster Flag models, who had just toured abroad and appeared in a large-scale fashion week.
They sent their representative, a slender and harmless-looking male model, to ask Qin Guan for information. Of course, they spoke in standard English and strange Pickle English.
"Hello, sir. We are from the Pickle Country. May I know which brands you will be interviewing for today?"
Qin Guan was surprised by his straightforwardness. There was nothing to hide. He checked the schedule of the fashion week. There were nine days in total. If Qin Guan was more relaxed, he could arrange one show per day.
He was confident in his professionalism. The model stared at Qin Guan in shock as he announced that he would be interviewing at least 30 brands. It was as if he was announcing the names of dishes.
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