Chapter 248
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Satisfied, Wang Jingcao dragged the photo into the 'To Use' folder. This was a very attractive photo.
For the patriotism of the Chinese, being worshipped by foreigners would always resonate with the ordinary people.
Wang Jingcao recalled the incident with the military flag suit a while ago and snorted coldly.
Instead of complimenting Japan and South Korea, it would be better to compliment Japan and South Korea. That's true ability.
Wang clicked on the second photo and spat out a mouthful of water on the monitor. What the hell is going on?
In the photo, the curvy signboard in the background was clearly written in Korean. Two girls wearing different school uniforms were tearing each other apart.
However, the two poor children did not know that behind them, there was a boy who had secretly taken the last magazine to the bookstore owner while they were arguing.
The boy didn't know that there was a wretched old man at the back door of the bookstore, who had recorded the whole scene.
Wang Jingcao laughed heartily. This photo was also a piece of material that could be bought by the media. However, this photo could be used to create more explosive news.
As for the best-selling photos in China, Wang chose the one with the most people queuing up. She had never expected Qin Guan to be so charming.
The operation of the powerful company was going on quietly. The boss of Huayi handed over a promotional bill about Wang Jingcao on the table.
He looked at his secretary doubtfully. "Did Wang sign a new artist?"
"No, it's said that she's working for the company. He's not a contracted artist. He's from the fashion circle."
"It's hard to say what kind of artist he is, but he's already famous in the film and television circle."
The boss picked up Qin Guan's photo on the table. He recognized him at first glance. He was a newcomer that his company had failed to poach.
He knocked on the table and asked, "What's the relationship between Huayi and Qin Guan?"
"Sister Wang said that it's a cooperative relationship. We have a suitable role for him. If our artist fails, he'll be a substitute."
"There's a detailed contract. Sister Wang said that it's better than letting other entertainment companies take advantage of him."
The boss nodded unconsciously. "Let's show him our strength. If he has enough opportunities, he'll be recruited by Sister Wang."
"Good idea. I told the agents in the company to learn from Wang Jingcao when they have time. They should learn the art of a top agent."
"Everyone else has failed. How could Wang think of a roundabout way to save the country?"
The boss checked the bill, which was not expensive, and signed his name. "In the future, all applications for this artist will be under Wang Jingcao's name. But he is not contracted by the company, so he will go daily."
"Yes, sir." The secretary took the bill and left the boss' office respectfully.
It seemed that his evaluation of Sister Wang had to be improved. His boss trusted her so much, which showed how important she was to the company.
An entertainment company with a mechanism was extremely fast in the operation of publicity and promotion. As soon as the big machine of the company began to operate, all the relevant departments began to move.
With the combined efforts of print media, the Internet, and television, the news had unwittingly infiltrated the people who paid attention to the entertainment industry.
"China's top male model makes an appearance in Asia, tens of thousands of limited edition Citizen themed photo albums are selling like hotcakes."
"The most cost-effective representative of Citizen."
These were all normal headlines. They were published on several large national newspapers in the form of small pieces of entertainment tofu.
The editor of the newspaper looked at the latest edition of Southern Weekend with satisfaction. Not only could they get first-hand news, but they could also get some writing fees. Huayi was indeed generous.
He opened the envelope in his hand and took out the money inside. Bah! 'And so he began to count.
In this era where the average white-collar worker's monthly salary was less than 2,500 yuan, it was also an objective amount of extra income.
The editor knocked on Qin Guan's photo in the entertainment section proudly and said in a low voice, "Thanks, buddy!"
As for the news on the Internet, it was a complete mess. The Chinese were most interested in the foreigners' admiration for China. This made everyone feel a sense of pride.
The young people of that era were most eager to be understood and accepted by the world.
Due to the unequal communication channels, there were too many misunderstandings between countries.
Patriotism was a national sentiment, not only among middle-aged people. The Internet was also a gathering place for nationalistic youths.
As soon as the news about Qin Guan leaving China for Asia was published, the comments section was full of people.
The comment section of this piece of news instantly received thousands of replies.
At a time when the Red Planet didn't care about its image, Qin Guan's news had come at the right time. It had given the confused young people an outlet to vent their frustrations.
The comments section was in full swing. Netizens on Haijiao and Goupu, who were synchronized with the news section, started to forward the news.
Looking at the exaggerated photos from Japan and South Korea, the netizens started to taunt them happily.
"Chinese men are indeed beautiful. It's said that the less plastic surgery a model is, the more popular he is with top brands and designers."
"Exactly! Inspiration in the fashion industry comes from the pursuit of beauty. A wildflower that has been naturally carved is a hundred times better than a plastic flower that has no special characteristics. "
"Could it be that I'm the only vulgar person who noticed that the legs of these two Korean girls are thicker when they fight? They have never had plastic surgery, have they? "
Don't be so mean, kids.
All kinds of comments and praises appeared one after another. Goupu, which had always been making fun of Qin Guan, was surprisingly calm that day. Everyone on the forum was applauding.
By then, Qin Guan had become the symbol of national honor. The netizens, who wanted to criticize him, felt suffocated.
While the news was fermenting, different local TV stations broadcasted Qin Guan's news at seven or eight o 'clock in the evening.
Timely insertion of news was also a way to ensure viewership, and the fact that there were a few photos that sold like hotcakes confirmed the authenticity of the news.
Qu Xuemei opened the door of her house and casually threw her high heels out. Her doghouse was even messier. She looked at the small room and living room that she had made look like a garbage dump.
No one would have thought that Qu Xuemei, who was smart, capable and a little obsessed with cleanliness, was actually a lazy girl.
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