Chapter 170
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They threw flowers at Qin Guan as if they were worthless. He even picked one up and put it on his head.
"Damn it! It has thorns! "Of course, it would be better if the newcomer had a higher IQ.
Qin Guan was twisting on the stage like a madman when the tragic music changed again.
"Little cabbage! Yellow in the field! You lost your mother when you were two or three years old!"
Hey! Don't play with me, brother! Can't we have fun together? Qin Guan had an idea.
Qin Guan had an idea. He thought of the modern dance he had learned before.
He rolled on the ground. "Ouch!" "You're dead! You look like you're in pain. It's really painful. It's not an act. Qin Guan rolled on the ground, raised his head and stuck out his chest.
He stretched his arms and ran away. He took a small step and a big leap. When he landed, he rolled on the ground and did a perfect split. Then he closed his legs and hugged them. He looked like he was in pain.
It was enough to express the soul of this tragic song in the way of modern dance.
Of course, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel. Qin Guan's performance was remarkable, and some older customers had bought flowers.
His trousers were too tight, and the sound of fabric ripping could be heard as he jumped in the air.
When he rolled down, there was no hindrance when he did the split. It was extremely smooth. His crotch was split open.
No one noticed it, except for Qin Guan and Ouyang Fen, who had seen it clearly.
Ha ha, you're finally in my hands!
Ouyang Fen pushed away the sound effects at the side and switched over to Little Cabbage that was currently playing. He immediately played a passionate and fiery dance song.
Shame on you! Qin Guan! Show them your embarrassment in front of the whole company! Ouyang Fen was looking at Qin Guan's pants proudly, but he was surprised.
Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh in his heart. I'm not afraid. I'm wearing long legs and big pants. Hot dance? Even hotter.
Qin Guan took off his suit jacket. Because of his wild movements, the buttons on his jacket burst open.
The fans were excited. The highlight was here. New Silk Road was indeed a leader in the modeling industry. They really knew how to play.
Boss of the company … Who arranged this? Step forward!
Qin Guan took off his jacket and shirt. The shirt that was stuffed into the trousers was pulled out, and the buttons on the sleeves and collar were undone.
The flower baskets were crowded with people, but Sister Xue hid to one side. If she stayed there, she would be trampled to death by the girls.
"Oh! He took off his pants! Oh my god, my heart! "
"Oh! Take it off! Take it off! "
When the live performance was at its most exciting point, Ouyang Fen realized that the boss's face was ashen. He seemed to have caused trouble! That bastard!
Ouyang Fen changed the music to the part where the athletes left the field at the closing ceremony.
Qin Guan put on his suit jacket and walked off the stage in a natural and unrestrained manner. It was not appropriate to tie his belt on the stage.
The boss of the company was in a gloomy mood. At this moment, the company's biggest modeling partner walked over to him.
His first thought was, I'm screwed. That partner is a famous antique in the fashion circle.
If the partner's business hadn't been close to the fashion circle, he wouldn't have looked at the model. He must have protested because of the impromptu performance on the stage.
The owner had been prepared to be bullied, but the old man's expression changed to one of euphemism.
"Is the model on the stage from your company?"
"Yes, he's a newcomer. He's an affiliated model. I'll warn them when I come back."
"Really? No, I think it's pretty good. You're creative, have your own ideas, and are very quick-witted. To be able to improvise like this, I'm very confident in your company. "
The CEO's face immediately brightened up. He replied modestly, "It's all thanks to your support."
"Can I get an autograph?"
？？？ The owner was confused. Is the old man chasing stars? When he saw where the partner was pointing, he realized what was going on.
"My daughter likes them."
The girl was only four or five years old, and she was a sweet, sweet girl. She waved happily at her father and the boss of the company, and handed a hundred-yuan bill to the person in charge of selling the flowers. She told her in a childish voice, "I'll buy ten for the handsome brother."
The business partner shed sad tears on the side. His position in his daughter's heart was replaced just like that. If it wasn't for the sake of his baby. Who would have cared about that crazy man in sexy trousers?
Qin Guan was having a good time. He went backstage and asked Sister Xue to borrow the sewing bags of the participating designers.
The designer was willing to sew Qin Guan's trousers herself. The boss, the partner and her daughter saw Qin Guan in a pair of flowery trousers.
"Dad, you know what? He looks handsome in his trousers. I still want his autograph. "The partner's father's heart was about to be crushed to pieces.
"But I still love you, dad. You always care about your image. I'll marry you when I grow up." The partner's heart was instantly healed. Rookie King kid, your butt is perfect. I'm starting to like you.
Qin Guan had no idea that there were so many grievances between them. He signed his signature on the girl's writing board, which he had practiced for a long time.
He even inexplicably received a warm handshake from his father.
"The trousers are a good color," the partner said.
Sister Xue was busy at the front desk. The designer brought good news and bad news to Qin Guan. The good news was that Qin Guan's crotch had been mended, while the bad news was that his shirt had been torn during the dance.
Then, Qin Guan appeared in a clean suit. At least he looked normal on the outside.
Only the collar of his shirt was left hanging. Then he put on the suit.
Anyone who had heard about the past events of the 1960s and 1970s would be familiar with them. At that time, there was no money to buy a white shirt. A fake collar would be the same as a white shirt.
Qin Guan didn't realize how popular he was until he returned with a full load. Other winners had performed at the annual meeting, but they were nothing compared to Qin Guan, who had won several flower baskets alone.
Qin Guan watched Sister Xue count 1,000 yuan from her "Selling My Kidney" wallet and put it into her purse. He knew it was going to be a cut again.
Is performing at the Annual Gala also counted as receiving work? I object!
My protest failed, so they went home.
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