Because of the difficulty of the suit, the model had to appear in an inconspicuous position. Qin Guan's mandarin jacket was not overshadowed by the gorgeous clothes of the two models.
The dress, which the designer had been worried about the most, passed the test of the show perfectly with Qin Guan's rhythm. This was closely related to his excellent figure.
It was enough for the designer to remember Qin Guan and think of him as a model. In the following days, Qin Guan won several shows thanks to John's help.
Finally, after nine days, it was time for Qin Guan's final show to end.
It was late at night, and the lights were shining brightly. People from all over the media, distributors, fashion designers and brand agents were all waiting for the start of the fashion feast.
Qin Guan went backstage and saw several groups of people standing in a clear line. He was helpless about their childish behavior. He handed his luggage to Sister Xue and went to the dressing room first.
When he entered the dressing room, Qin Guan was amazed by Cabin's generosity.
Every suit was neatly hung in the compartment. The shoes and accessories were also in place. The socks and cufflinks of the same color were within easy reach.
Huh? His shoes were a little crooked. He took his black leather shoes off the shelf.
"Ouch! What's this?" Qin Guan put his fingers into the shoes and pulled out a paper clip, which was commonly used to fasten clothes. If Qin Guan didn't have the habit of checking his accessories before changing clothes, he wouldn't have found it.
If he had put his feet into the shoes in a hurry, he wouldn't have hurt his tendons or bones, but he would have gotten a cut or a hole.
Qin Guan looked at his fingertips and the beads of blood flowing out. The point of the paper clip was sharpened.
Such a trick could only be used on the staff of the show and the models. It was almost impossible to install a camera in the dressing room.
If they wanted to find out who did it, it would be more difficult.
Qin Guan couldn't just swallow his anger though. He walked out of the fitting room with the shoes and told Sister Xue what had happened to him.
It was time for her strong backing to step out. As a small model, she had better calm down and finish the show in a down-to-earth manner.
He changed into shorts, a gorgeous silk shirt, a round casual suit, and a curly, nostalgic hairstyle. He looked like a fashion geek.
The assistant listened to Sister Xue's description with a serious expression. The more he listened, the angrier he became. He had seen a lot of hidden battles between models. Designers and brands turned a blind eye to it.
To them, models were like cabbages on supermarket shelves. They would bring home whichever one was pleasing to the eye and make it into their favorite delicacy. When they were done cooking and appreciated, they didn't care whether it was spoiled or thrown away. In any case, their value had already been used up.
However, before these ingredients were put into the pot, if they poisoned each other because of their problems, it would affect the feast! That was something the host of the show couldn't tolerate.
In the lounge, the designer told the staff calmly, "We can't tolerate it. Ask more questions. We'll find some clues."
Then he waved at Qin Guan and patted him on the arm encouragingly. "Are you in a good mood? Can you perform well in this show? "
"Yes!"
"What are you waiting for? Go on! Show me what you've got! "
Qin Guan was blasted to the preparation table for no reason. Fireworks exploded in the sky, and a dreamy flame ignited on the side of the stage. One by one, models dressed in unrestrained and bewitching clothes walked onto the stage in the most unrestrained manner.
The model from the Pickle Kingdom looked at Qin Guan, who was walking gracefully and steadily. Not far from him, everyone was staring at him, including the cameras.
His eyes darkened, and he subconsciously looked at the seats of the fashionable entertainment crowd outside the arena. There was a new friend of his from China, a gentleman called Shao Xiaobing.
He knew that once the show was over, his feelings for Shao Xiaobing would dissipate like bubbles, and their fragile friendship would cease to exist.
He had made a rough, imperfect plan, but it didn't work out for Qin Guan, who was always successful in shows.
Would Shao, who had failed to get an interview for an injured substitute, be disappointed by Qin Guan's ability and break off contact with him?
The model from the Pickle Kingdom didn't want to think about it.
Shao looked at Qin Guan calmly as he turned around and returned to the stage perfectly. He was like a burning flame in the dark of the night on the U-shaped T stage, so hot and bright.
He glanced at the model expressionlessly and lowered his eyes indifferently.
What an idiot! He had promised to make trouble for Qin Guan and dragged him to the finale show of the Fashion Week.
Did he say that he would get a chance to substitute for Qin Guan? Don't make me laugh. If anything happened to Qin Guan, the other models would swarm over like flies to rotten meat.
He had wanted to see Qin Guan's miserable situation. He didn't know what it would feel like to miss the finale show. The idiots from the Pickle Kingdom were stupid.
Before the show was over, Shao Xiaobing took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was on the stage and quietly left the stage.
If there was a chance, he would suppress Qin Guan. Qin Guan's status was equal to his own.
Everyone crowded around the designer of the show, the chief designer of Cabin. Amidst the applause of the audience, he ended the perfect display of his work.
Then, all that was left was the messy changing of clothes and the serious confrontation after everyone left.
The models from the Pickle Kingdom and Qin Guan were left alone in the designer's office, looking at each other in dismay.
"Tell me, why?" the designer asked. Qin Guan was curious.
Qin Guan had aroused public anger because he had interviewed too many models, but he could earn more if he had the ability. He couldn't resort to such a despicable method just because he was good enough.
Besides, Qin Guan didn't think that they would hurt a local model over such a trivial matter. It would be too presumptuous of them.
At first, Qin Guan thought it was the work of the Plaster Flag Nation. In their comics, school violence was always depicted with a razor stuck in the sole of a sneaker. (It's just a comic, but it's true in the Plaster Flag Nation.)
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