Although it was a hot summer, Qin Guan could still feel the wind blowing through his trousers. I'd better leave as soon as possible. I'm a performer now, but I'll be a beggar if I stay here for a while.
When he got home, Qin Guan put the exquisite gift in a small storage box on the dressing table.
He felt like he had forgotten something during the summer vacation, but he forgot about it when he thought about his work the next day.
In the evening, Qin Guan replied to Bu Qinglu's account with the help of his One Finger Zen. Thanks to his photographic memory, it took him less than five minutes to find two mistakes. He replied to the email while drinking his cold beer.
Ever since Qin Guan had gotten Bu Qinglu's accounts on the right track, auditing had been as easy as drinking water for him.
Bu Qinglu was still in a daze when he received Qin Guan's reply. All he needed to do was to show off in front of the new accountant.
This was not the first time Bu Qinglu had done such a thing. The young accountant in the office looked at him with more and more admiration. Bu Qinglu, who had always been known as the wisest man among them, was even more deserving of his title.
When Qin Guan left home the next day, he received an email with only one word: "Awesome". As he drove, he thought about asking for a raise.
It was said that the shortcomings of the domestic Jeep Cherokee had finally been fully displayed in this hot summer, which was rarely seen in a hundred years.
The broken air-conditioning system and the defective car made it hard for Qin Guan to feel cool, even though he had turned on the air-conditioning.
Thirty minutes later, the air in the car cooled down and Qin Guan arrived at his destination.
If he hadn't been going abroad, he would have changed his car for sure, even though it had only been two years.
Qin Guan got out of the car slowly and observed the familiar building in front of the parking lot.
The headquarters of VOGUE was really interesting. It happened to be in the building next to ELLE.
Great! Yin Yan could have VOGUE in her left hand and Rayli in her right. Maybe C Magazine would be working in the building opposite her.
Qin Guan put the car key in his pocket and walked into the VOGUE headquarters with the black Harley mirror on his head.
The girl at the front desk watched Qin Guan enter the building and take off his sunglasses. She held back her desire to scream and called her chief editor.
She was a fashion fan, different from the fans of the entertainment industry. She had a copy of all the posters related to Qin Guan.
Most importantly, she was a data queen. She had compiled all the news related to Qin Guan.
Up to that point, he had participated in 17 shows for brands, two magazine covers, five TV commercials, three TV commercials as a background model, one brand endorsement, two TV commercials as a main model and three posters as a background model.
Every step of Qin Guan's journey had been recorded by the girl.
Qin Guan was sitting on a chair at the front desk, listening to the girl recite his modeling history. He started to wonder if even his agent, Sister Xue, could tell him what posters he had done in a certain year, month and day.
Their conversation was overheard by Qu Xuemei, the chief editor of VOGUE, who was passing by after a meeting.
She thought it was necessary to go out and have a look at the upstart model that ELLE had been using ever since it had entered China, and the girl at the front desk with the clear data.
As the sound of Qu Xuemei's slender high-heeled shoes rang out, the receptionist suddenly stopped talking as if she was being stared at by a snake.
Confused, Qin Guan looked at the woman walking towards him slowly from behind the counter.
She was about 170cm tall, but she was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, which were standard for white-collar workers.
Even though it was a scorching summer day, she still wore a serious and slim gray suit in the company. The collar of her shirt was perfectly fastened.
She wore a gold-rimmed square-framed mirror, and her meticulously combed hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head. The only bright spot on her body was the golden chain hanging from her gold-rimmed glasses. The chain slid along her temples as she walked, adding some liveliness to the serious woman.
Hearing the sound of the high heels, the girl realized who was behind her. She made a nervous expression.
Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh at the funny girl.
Qu looked at the male model, who was wearing a tight white cotton T-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. His long legs were straight and slender, and his eyebrows were like a painting.
Qu blushed inexplicably. She coughed to cover her embarrassment and said, "You're Qin Guan, right? My assistant will take you to the dressing room later. You'll be briefed on the details of the shoot. As for you, Zhang Yuan, come with me to my office."
The young receptionist followed behind the serious-looking chief editor, trembling with fear. Even before she entered the room, she did not forget to look at her male idol with a terrified expression.
He was already unlucky enough today. If he could take a look and earn a glance, he could die with no regrets!
The door of the chief editor's office was closed with a bang. Qin Guan looked at the girl with sympathy. He touched his chin and walked to the room the assistant had shown him.
Interesting. The chief editor of a fashion magazine was usually a top expert in the fashion circle. Their style was passionate, unrestrained, artistic, and avant-garde.
The chief editor of VOGUE in Asia was really surprising. She didn't look like a free and unrestrained American. Instead, she looked like a disciplined German.
She didn't look like a chief editor of a fashion magazine, but more like a financial elite on Wall Street.
This is interesting. I wonder what surprises VOGUE will bring to the industry under the leadership of such a chief editor.
Before Qin Guan could think about it, he was led to the dressing room of VOGUE.
There were actually as many as three rows of independent mirrors. It was indeed a big deal.
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