I found that although Mr. Qin is a rising star in the domestic modeling circle, his status in the film and television industry is relatively low. "
"As far as I know, Mr. Qin has only participated in two dramas, and both of them are supporting roles. Is his influence not enough?"
Sister Xue clicked her tongue awkwardly and explained, "This year, Mr. Qin has acted in three TV series and three large-scale TV commercials. He was also the cover model of the first issue of VOGUE in China. The black and white photo you see is his recent photo."
Sister Xue continued, "Besides, this is just a preliminary contact. I think we should meet the model in person first."
"I know the person in charge of the branch company will hand over the endorsement to the marketing department, but Editor Qu recommended me to you."
"This indirectly shows how careful you are in choosing your spokesperson. So, you have to meet my model in person."
Shanchuan subconsciously looked at Mr. Changchuan. The old man, who had been an outsider, suddenly said, "You are right. Citizen is very strict with the selection of the spokesperson for 2002."
"That's because we launched a brand new product, the Women's Photokinetic Watch. This time, the spokesperson for the men's mechanical watch and the spokesperson for the Women's Photokinetic Watch have to work together."
"Therefore, due to the importance of product promotion, we have to be cautious."
"Then may I have the honor to see the Mr. Qin that Ms. Xue mentioned?"
Aiyo? What kind of twist was this? Shanchuan Youer and Sister Xue looked at Mr. Zhuchuan at the same time.
"Why not?" Zhuchuan Longfu laughed.
Sister Xue's face lit up as she raised her voice, "Of course you're welcome. If you don't mind, I'm a local tyrant. I'll decide the place and time. What do you think?"
Mr. Zhuchuan rubbed Qin Guan's photo with his finger and smiled. "That's a deal, Ms. Xue."
Sister Xue said goodbye to the two directors of Citizen solemnly. He had to go back and think about it properly.
Now that she had the right people, she just needed the right time and the right place. If she couldn't get this endorsement, her surname wouldn't be Xue.
Sister Xue made Qin Guan suffer. Afraid that something might go wrong, she invited Professor Li to join them.
Professor Li touched her chin thoughtfully and said, "Listen to me. You have to talk to Teacher Rong."
Confused, Sister Xue and Qin Guan drove Professor Li to find Lao Rong. When Professor Rong opened the door of his house, he saw the three rare guests.
She calmly invited them in and said, "Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
When Teacher Li heard this, she was not happy. "Oh, so I can't look for you if I have nothing to do? But you're right, I do have something to talk to you about. "
The four of them told the story again. Teacher Rong pouted at Qin Guan disdainfully and said, "You guys are really promising. Since when did we pay so much attention to a small Japanese brand?"
Professor Rong, who was in charge of history, said indignantly, "It's a remote island country."
Sister Xue said flatteringly, "That's right. That's why they're just a springboard. There's nothing we can say about them. Qin Guan wants to rush out of China and go to Asia, right? "
"Besides, look at your yard. It has a long history and artistic conception. Those Japanese bumpkins will be shocked by it."
"Let me tell you, the thing that the Japanese respect the most is the ancient Chinese culture. Even if they flatter us, they can't catch up, can't they?"
Professor Rong was a little happy with Sister Xue's flattery. It was not a big deal. He just wanted to leave a deep impression on Qin Guan.
Since he was going to do it, he had to do it to the best of his abilities.
Teacher Rong looked at Qin Guan from head to toe and told Sister Xue, "Tell him to come here tomorrow. I'll find a place for you. My yard is too small. Don't we need a good foundation? Just wait for a while. "
Sister Xue nodded hurriedly. Professor Li looked like she understood. She knew her old friend very well. Whenever it came to spreading the prestige of our country, she would do it perfectly.
Several days passed by. The day of Qin Guan's appointment with the person in charge of Citizen had arrived. It was the end of September in the capital. The air was clear and the scenery was pleasant.
Zhuchuan's business car was heading toward the inner city of the old capital. He was dressed casually that day. Sister Xue didn't wear the formal business attire she had worn to the company. He looked very comfortable and casual.
He looked through the window at the gradually antique and historical scenery. He could not help but hit his palm with the folding fan in his hand. "You're right. If I want to feel the essence of the old capital, I have to go to Shichahai."
For the capital, which was a waterless city, Shichahai was a very precious body of water.
It was a bridge connecting Zhongnanhai with the Bell and Drum Towers, Song Qingling's former residence, and Prince Gong's Mansion.
If I could have a courtyard house there, I would be able to cultivate behind closed doors and see the sea when I go out. How comfortable would that be?
The more Zhuchuan drove to the meeting place, the more surprised he became. He was not a local, but he could sense the scarcity of houses in Shichahai. Who on earth was this man?
When the MPV arrived at Crow's Alley, Mr. Zhu Chuan was shocked beyond words. There were only three courtyards on the entire street. What did that mean? This meant that the houses on this street only had three owners.
Shanchuan was even more shocked than Zhuchuan. Dumbfounded, he kept thinking, "Is Qin Guan not just a model? He's an unknown star. Does he have an extraordinary background?"
With the same puzzle in mind, the two of them walked to the front of the courtyard house with two stone lions standing on both sides and a tall door with a big roof. Shanchuan raised his head and gestured for the assistant to greet and bow. Then, he walked up the green stone steps.
The red lacquer door looked even taller as he got closer. The assistant had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the copper ring hanging outside the door.
Clang! Clang! Clang! An ancient and mysterious sound of metal clanking was heard. Before long, an authentic capital accent was heard. "Who is it? Who are you looking for? "
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