All the models were shocked. What about the style? All the models had their own brands that suited them.
For example, Ouyang Fen would choose a brand with a tough design style for the interview. If it was a model of the Plaster Flag, they would choose some novel, culturally rich and personal design concepts for the interview.
As for the Kimchi Country, they would choose elegant, gorgeous, and majestic brands and design concepts for the interview.
But this big brother must be crazy. From formal wear to casual wear, he wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop. Did he not even leave a way out for them? If you go and ask, why do you have to audition for so many shows? Qin Guan would tell them that he was attracted by the high salary offered by the runway brands.
According to Qin Guan's current level, the supporting roles in films and TV series had not brought him international fame, so the designers would only pay him according to his level as a model.
If Qin Guan participated in nine shows, he would earn 40,000 yuan in nine days.
Once the designers officially opened their offices and started to prepare the goods, the models started to move.
The Kimchi Nation whispered to each other, laughing at Qin Guan's overconfidence.
The Plaster Flag, on the other hand, looked at their former rival with contempt. Qin Guan was so vulnerable that he could not withstand a single blow. A model with no idea is nothing to be afraid of. As for the noisy Kimchi Nation, let them enjoy themselves.
Qin Guan was not in a hurry. He kindly invited Ouyang Fen to join him for a quick interview, but Ouyang Fen refused him mercilessly.
Do you know that you are the public enemy of the whole square? Not only are the Asian models trying to oppress you, but some European and American models are also trying to do the same to you.
Qin Guan and his team were competing against all the male models. Qin Guan started with the big show on the first day. His first choice was "Te-Tiger Manchurian Tiger".
After 20 years of accumulation and development, the brand had become a top luxury brand in China. It had launched evening dresses, Chinese wedding dresses and wedding dresses.
As a local brand in China, it would appear on the first day of the Fashion Week.
Several groups of models rushed to the show at the same time. In order to get rid of the biggest opponent, the small interview room was instantly filled with pickles and plaster flags.
The interview process for the designer was very fast. The chief designer was a burly man. From his appearance, it was impossible to tell that such a delicate and gorgeous fashion design concept came from this person.
The models from Plaster Flag started to walk on stage. The designer had a strange smile on his face. When they walked down the ring, the big man sneered coldly, "Short legs!"
A stab to the chest was too much of a character, wasn't it? After the Kimchi Country confidently went through the motions, the burly man still said, "Small eyes!"
After the group of eyesores was chased away, the designer was so angry that his nose was crooked. These two shameless countries really dared to come. Why was he so angry? Qin Guan browsed through the opening theme of the conference, "Cheongsam, Hanfu", and the background of the founder of the brand.
The founder of Manchurian Tiger was, of course, a northeasterner. The concept of the show was to commemorate traditional Chinese culture. How could these models, who didn't even know the boundaries of China, be qualified to appear in this show? It seemed that the designer was also a nationalistic youth.
The European and American models were more self-conscious. They gave up the interview voluntarily. This was what it meant to know the boundaries of China.
Qin Guan was curious why he had been the last one to be interviewed, even though he was not late.
Hiding in a corner of the fitting room, Shao, who was observing the situation secretly, would never admit that he had spared no effort to make things difficult for Qin Guan.
After all, there were so many models. If the designer was satisfied with the model, the rest would have to leave.
The fashion show was not just a matter of Qin Guan's company. The whole domestic model circle was involved.
There would be 36 male and 36 female models in the opening show, which was a traditional Chinese custom. As more and more models got their offers, Qin Guan's chances became slimmer and slimmer.
The designer was a little tired. He counted the number of models left. Compared with female models, the number of male models in China was much smaller, and correspondingly, the level of their level was not up to par.
There were only three male models left, and there were still more than ten people waiting for interviews outside. The designer didn't want to waste time on poor models, so he generously asked his assistant to move all the junk out of the hall and let all the waiting models in.
The designer lined up the messy crowd and said concisely, "Those who are under 186 centimeters are not qualified."
Several models walked out of the crowd and left the studio with annoyed expressions.
The designer pointed at the two models in the crowd who were trying to muddle through. "You, and you, your height is not right. Get out! "
Good eyesight! One is 185 centimeters tall, and the other is 2 centimeters taller. You are talented!
The designer glanced at the lower limbs of the models. "You, you, get out!" He didn't even give a reason. What nonsense are you talking to short legs?
"You guys, get out too!"
Whoosh! Looking at the overall ratio, another five people were eliminated. There were only four of them left in the studio.
The big man rubbed his eyes and looked carefully. Then he pointed at Qin Guan and said, "Leave the materials here. Go get an announcement."
What is this? That's it? Shao frowned when he saw the interview through the gap. I've contacted many people and interviewed nearly 20 minutes in advance to get the Manchurian Tiger show. What is Qin Guan's interview? Is he picking cabbages? Is he even skipping the runway?
No, the designer didn't hesitate at all. The moment Qin Guan entered the studio, he was stared at.
His elegant steps, charming figure, noble temperament and handsome face made him look like a prince.
He would be the crown prince if he wore a yellow robe. What's the point of the interview? The designer is capricious.
Qin Guan was quite happy. He had won the first interview without any effort.
Sister Xue was drinking iced coffee at the open-air cafe by the door. Under the envious gazes of the other agents, Qin Guan handed her the first notice of passing the interview.
By the time Qin Guan arrived at the second brand, the designer was in a dilemma. It was a brand from Singapore. A group of models from the Pickle Nation and the Plaster Flag had passed the interview, so the candidates had been decided.
The designer expressed his deep regret for missing out on such an excellent model. Qin Guan took the business card from the designer and walked out gloomily.
On the square, the Kimchi Nation models, led by Senior Park, and the Plaster Flag models, led by Puppy, were smiling at Qin Guan, some mocking him, while others were pretending to be profound.
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