"Stop fooling around. We're at the most exciting part …" Cong Nianwei looked at Qin Guan, who was getting closer and closer to her. She couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
"Wait and see. Let's watch it tomorrow." Before she could hesitate, Qin Guan kissed her.
While Qin Guan was enjoying himself, Sister Xue was busy with her work.
She communicated with the president of his fan club and asked them to organize an activity. Then she discussed the promotion plan with Qu Xuemei, who had recommended him.
While they were busy, there were naturally people who were equally important doing the same thing.
Fang Meiya was dealing with official business on the top floor of a building in Singapore. Suddenly, her phone rang.
After Fang Meiya picked up the phone, the secretary's pleasant voice became respectful. "President, Mr. Shao is visiting. He is in the lounge on the first floor."
Fang Meiya rubbed her sore forehead. The screen in front of her was showing the voting page for Asian Fashion Man.
She hesitated for a moment before she told the secretary, "Not today. Tell him I'll contact him when I have time. Oh, and I'll help with the voting, but it depends on his ability."
The little secretary was a little surprised and hung up the phone. This was the first time that the regular visitor of the president's office was turned away.
Ever since Shao had appeared in their president's life, they had lived a sweet life together for several months. All the employees believed that their president was serious this time.
It was just that their relationship had been going on for a long time. What did the president's last words mean?
If Shao was good enough, would he still be willing to give up?
As a low-level employee, she did not neglect Shao Xiaobing because of the rules of the workplace. She politely expressed the president's words to Shao Xiaobing.
Shao couldn't help but smile. He put on his sunglasses and left the lobby of the Medea Building under his agent's worried gaze.
As expected, Fang Meiya, who had always been known for liking the new and hating the old, had probably found a new target. Shao's endorsement contract still had half a year left.
If he succeeded, he would be able to negotiate with Fang Meiya. If he lost, he would be beaten back to his original state. Half a year later, what awaited him was to go back to China to make a living.
Shao couldn't bear it. How could he let a model who had entered the circle fall into the dust?
No way, I can only win this selection, I can't lose.
He told his agent, who had been with him ever since he had been a model, "I'm going to win the Asian Fashion Man. You have to help me!"
His agent supported him wholeheartedly. "Don't worry. I've found the best companies. We won't lose."
Fang Meiya was only slightly distracted by Shao Xiaobing's visit, and her attention was immediately attracted by the pop-up window on MSN.
The avatar on the pop-up window was a tanned, wild man. His handsome and unrestrained appearance and sexy mermaid lines were everywhere, showing off the masculine hormones that emanated from his body.
Fang Meiya rushed to the seat and clicked on the flashing pop-up window. The label above also betrayed the identity of this sexy man.
Chang Jin: Male, Mr. Singapore, 22 years old, ancestral home of Taiwan.
His playful nature allowed this playful man to easily become this year's Mr. Singapore. Naturally, he caught the eye of Fang Meiya, who loved handsome men. Unfortunately, the prey this time was also a veteran. This kind of mutual consent would make it more interesting.
As for Shao, he was an ambitious man. Fang Meiya felt sorry for him after getting the endorsement from Cartier.
If he worked hard, he would stand at a higher position. Of course, Fang Meiya didn't want to raise a useless man. If there was a better candidate, no one would want to fight for money.
That man called Qin Guan …
Fang Meiya was a little dazed. The gentle smile and the warm teacup that night were still fresh in her mind...
Fang Meiya shook her head to get rid of her thoughts. She put on her cynical mask again and started flirting with Chang Jin on the computer.
Who knew how many surprises this rough and wild man could bring to the bed?
The machine of the company was rumbling forward, and the data of the public relations company was continuously reported to Shao's agent.
Early the next morning, Qin Guan stared at Sister Xue in disbelief.
A day had passed, and his votes were neither up nor down among the 20 candidates. He was stuck at the tenth place.
Shao's votes were far ahead of the rest.
Sister Xue was so angry that she shouted at him, "What kind of artist would I be so worried about? What? All the other contestants are getting more and more energetic. Please help me out too. "
Qin Guan scratched his head. What can I do? Sister Xue can handle them one by one, can't she?
Of course, there was one thing in the world that Qin Guan couldn't handle: the human heart.
Compared with models from other countries, Qin Guan's biggest advantage was his large base.
China was the most populous country in Asia, and he was a star in all aspects of film, television, and fashion. His power was slowly fermenting.
People who followed him just wanted to have fun voting for him.
People who didn't know much about the fashion circle would be attracted by Shao's resume, which was more sophisticated.
He was the only Asian male model in the local fashion circle. Compared with Qin Guan, who was still wandering in the mainland, he felt a sense of national glory.
However, Qin Guan's fans, the brands he had endorsed, the advertising agencies and the magazines he had always used were not interested in him.
As a model who had left the China circle, his performance had nothing to do with us. However, as our ambassador in China, his performance would affect our image and vision.
A.M was the first to lose its cool. As their exclusive model, Qin Guan's popularity on TV was closely related to them.
The first thing they did was to promote the new brands. Qin Guan's commercials were the best-selling ones.
As a well-known name in the industry, if Qin Guan lost to a model who was not as famous as him, would it mean that A.M was not professional enough?
The staff of the Public Relations Department started to move. They used the method that advertisers were best at, which was publicity.
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