They didn't dare relax too much. The first semester's exams were coming. Even though they were all straight-A students, the atmosphere in the dormitory was tense.
They were all aiming for scholarships for their majors, which were the main source of income for straight-A students.
As soon as Qin Guan hung up, his cell phone rang.
Qin Guan picked it up. It was an unfamiliar number. He felt strange. Except for his parents and friends, few people would call him.
When Qin Guan answered, a pleasant voice came from the other end of the line, "Is this Qin Guan?"
Qin Guan put the phone to his ear. "Yes, it's me. Who's this?"
"Hello, do you know Master Zhao?" the woman on the other end of the line said.
"Who is Master Zhao?"
"Didn't you model for Red Wine once? Master Zhao is in charge of tailoring your clothes. "
Qin Guan remembered. He answered, "Yes, I know him. What's up?"
The other party continued, "I was introduced by Master Zhao. I'm calling you to ask if you're free tomorrow. We have a small print advertisement here, and we want to find a student to shoot it."
Qin Guan checked his schedule. He had turned down his part-time job that week because of Christmas, but he couldn't do anything due to the thick snow outside. Since a job had come to him, he might as well give it a try.
Qin Guan asked for the time and place of the interview and waved his phone proudly at his roommates.
They gnashed their teeth in anger. Some pinched his face, some pulled his legs, and some shouted that Qin Guan would treat them if he passed the interview.
Lao Si was still sitting calmly on the bed. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Qin Guan. "You can rely on your face to earn a living. I'll collect the national scholarship for you."
Qin Guan was fighting with his roommates. Hearing that, he said with fighting spirit, "Nobody will know. I'm not only handsome, but also smart."
His roommates saw that he was getting more and more arrogant, so they punched him and knocked him down to the ground. How dare you be so presumptuous?
The next morning, Qin Guan rushed to Chaoyang Park. There was a small studio there, which was used to shoot advertisements for foldout companies.
When Qin Guan arrived, the small workshop, which was dozens of square meters, was full of people.
A busy man pointed at a place to let them try on the clothes.
The filming this time was a shirt advertisement that could be ordered over the phone. The audience was not small, but the standard was quite low. This brand was the channel for telemarketing. Through the promotional posters, the phone calls, the factory delivers the goods, and the payment is made on delivery.
Good quality and low price were the biggest characteristics of this brand. Many versions of shirts were imitated by this brand, and the sales were quite good.
Unfortunately, the company launched a new product line that focused on youth. It turned out that the company's models were all tough guys, which didn't match the concept of the shirt.
The big boss slammed the table and ordered for the commercial to be reshot and a new model to be found.
He was comfortable, but the marketing department was depressed. This series was not the main focus of the company. One or two advertisements were enough. It was a waste to hire a professional modeling company for these one or two advertisements.
The marketing manager suddenly thought of a modeling agency and found Sister Xue, who was a freelance model.
Xue Wanyi had started as a model in her early days. She had retired from the stage after one or two years due to her limited image, but she had used her unparalleled PR skills to get to know a group of freelance models, some on the runway, and some on the print market.
Her friends were at the bottom of the fashion industry. They were everywhere. There were only things that you couldn't think of, but nothing that you couldn't find.
Master Zhao had gotten to know Xue Wanyi because he had been a tailor for several shows, and they had become good friends. If there was a good seedling in his hands and he was working alone, he would recommend him to Xue Wanyi.
That was how Qin Guan had gotten the call.
None of the models Sister Xue had hired had passed the interview, so Xue Wanyi had called Qin Guan to give it a try.
While he was waiting in line for the interview, his phone rang. Before he could answer it, Sister Xue, who had followed the sound, stopped him.
"Qin Guan? This is Sister Xue. " “
This is Qin Guan. I'm waiting for the interview. May I know what I need to pay attention to? "Qin Guan shook hands with Sister Xue.
Sister Xue introduced her experience to Qin Guan without hesitation. Of course, she was amazed by Qin Guan's qualifications.
Before it was Qin Guan's turn, Xue Wanyi started to talk to Qin Guan about recruiting an agent and the service fee.
Qin Guan told Sister Xue honestly, "Sister Xue, I'm a freshman. This is just a part-time job, and it can't affect my classes. If it doesn't affect my classes, I can accept it, but it might be difficult for me to get it."
Sister Xue started to pinch him from head to toe. He was a top talent, but her net had caught him. She had to find a way to block the hole in the net. She couldn't let him escape.
Sister Xue didn't try to persuade him. She just promised Qin Guan that it would be fine.
Soon, it was Qin Guan's turn. The marketing manager held a pink shirt in front of Qin Guan and waved his hand to let him pass.
Sister Xue and Qin Guan looked at the ridiculous interview with their mouths wide open.
Confused, they went to the makeup team to get their makeup done. Sister Xue kept muttering beside Qin Guan, "You're such a bully! My models have to choose from three or four, but you're the only one who's going to pass?"
The marketing manager was also very depressed, okay? Where is the youthful aura? A group of female models with heavy makeup and a group of feminine male models. Are you kidding me?
Qin Guan, who was clean, was the most dazzling one among them.
The makeup artist was an independent artist who often appeared in small magazines. As soon as his fingers touched Qin Guan's face, he couldn't bear to touch anything else. Putting makeup on his face would ruin him.
The makeup artist put some light powder on his face and brushed his eyebrows carefully. Then she told him to change his clothes.
By then, the studio was empty. The interview was over and most of the irrelevant people had left. Qin Guan put on the pink shirt. It was the right size, as if it had been specially made for him.
Pink shirts were very picky. Most people could wear pink in all kinds of rustic styles. Qin Guan happened to be one of the people who could control this color.
It was a youthful shirt with a round hemline and a standing collar. Qin Guan buttoned up every button carefully, put the shirt over his jeans, and strolled to the center of the studio with his hands in his pockets.
The photographer asked the lighting and his assistant to get ready. He picked up the camera and made some adjustments.
For the advertisement, only two photos were needed: a full-body ad and a half-body ad. The requirements were very simple.
Following the photographer's instructions, Qin Guan stood in the designated position and rolled up his sleeves casually.
Qin Guan had to finish rolling one side first, and then the other.
As Qin Guan moved, the photographer shouted his requirements, "Yes, yes! Attention! Raise your arms a little bit, yes, keep it, and turn your arms inward a little bit. Okay, go on, yes..."
In less than 10 minutes, the first set of photos was finished. The photographer replayed some of the photos, and then they saw the next set of photos.
A bright and handsome young man was smiling warmly against the light. He was wearing a pink shirt that stuck to his body. His collar was meticulously buttoned, giving people a comfortable and safe feeling.
The boy was about to do something. His left arm was exposed, and his long, beautiful fingers were unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. The small buttons looked very delicate in his fingers.
Qin Guan's action had made the 100-yuan shirt a second-rate brand. Customers who liked casual, bourgeois shirts would definitely pay for it.
The marketing manager felt excited when he saw the photos. Isn't this a transformation from a rural enterprise to a fashionable white-collar brand?
They took a deep breath and started the second set of photos.
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