The next morning, Qin Guan stood on the stand in the outdoor square in a thin suit against the biting cold wind. The northwest wind was blowing through his body.
The real estate dealer was speaking passionately on the stage. His saliva was flying everywhere, and the customers were wearing warm clothes. Qin Guan sniffled. It's not easy to make money.
When the ribbon-cutting speech was over, Qin Guan and another male model held a lucky draw box and asked the buyers to draw 10 winning numbers. Each winning number could be exchanged for 10,000 yuan worth of house purchase funds.
After the lucky draw, Qin Guan would be guided to the sales office to see the model houses. That would be the end of Qin Guan's work for the day.
When Qin Guan got off the stage, Sister Xue handed him his coat. They took a cup of hot water from the lounge of the sales office. Qin Guan took a sip of it.
When he drank the hot water, a warm current spread through his body, making him feel better.
Sister Xue asked him with concern, "Are you cold? It's not easy to work in this industry. It's not a big deal for models to suffer from the cold. “
Qin Guan was a little confused. Sister Xue was always energetic and full of infinite power. She was not like her at all.
Sister Xue didn't stay silent for long. She patted Qin Guan on the back. "Are you still cold? That's the end of today's work. Go home early and we'll continue tomorrow. " “
Qin Guan watched Sister Xue leave, but he was not in a hurry to leave.
The new real estate for the exhibition was in Fangzhuang, where a large community was being built. New buildings were rising and falling one after another.
Qin Guan walked around the exhibition hall. The prices were not high. It was a pity that he was poor at the moment. He had to think about investing in real estate later.
Qin Guan had to leave with regret. Then he went to shoot his second advertisement.
This advertisement was easier for Qin Guan. All he needed to do was pose.
I don't know if everyone has seen the old magazines in the past? Readers, Youth's Digest, etc. There are learning machines and Quick English advertisements in them.
There was a full-page introduction of the product. At the bottom right corner, there was a photo of a student holding a product or a book.
The students in the photos would express their desire for the product, thereby increasing the credibility of the product and increasing people's desire to buy it.
Qin Guan was taking a group of photos of that student. His movements were simple, and he was wearing black-rimmed glasses. Hoho, he looked like an idiot.
The boss of the training school was satisfied with the photos. He wanted to give Qin Guan some French lessons, but Qin Guan saw through his evil intentions.
You're only giving me a few lessons, but what about the rest of the lessons? Should I pay to listen to them? Still not listening?
Sister Xue didn't waste any time. After the shooting, she received the fee and left with Qin Guan.
Qin Guan was her most potential cash cow in the future. He had always attached great importance to his studies. If he went to a cram school, would he have time to work part-time? How could Sister Xue make money?
Outside, Sister Xue advised him, "Qin Guan, take it easy. You have to strike a balance between work and rest. Don't tire yourself out. “
He wanted Sister Xue to understand that studying was a simple thing for him, but he had to attend school at all times.
Qin Guan was not studying at a film school, but at the Capital University of Finance and Economics, which was famous for its rigorous style.
Less than a day later, Qin Guan received a call from Sister Xue. She had driven a small Lada to his dormitory to pick him up.
Fortunately, everyone was still on vacation. Otherwise, there would be more stories about the Prince Charming and the middle-aged woman of the University of Finance and Economics.
That night, on the second floor of the Chang 'an Club, the colorful lights on the dance floor were slowly lit up. Delicate snacks were placed on the independent tables.
The music master was playing soothing music in the background. Several people dressed casually but with details were sitting together in twos and threes, chatting leisurely.
Qin Guan and a group of models were waiting backstage. They were all dressed up and ready to go.
The male model in charge of holding the exhibits was dressed in a normal black suit with a bow tie. The female model, on the other hand, was dressed a bit too spicy.
She was wearing a dress made of silver sequins, which was so short that her underwear could be seen. Qin Guan felt a little dizzy when he saw her white legs.
Sister Xue coughed to remind Qin Guan not to make a fool of himself. Qin Guan looked back at her and gave her a reassuring look.
Their employer, who was also the initiator of the cocktail party, asked his assistant to tell them to take their places. Qin Guan went to the stand with a display tray covered with red velvet satin.
The entire venue was dimly lit except for the booths, which were brightly lit by strong lights.
A model in a silver skirt walked into the crowd leisurely, holding a tray with champagne on it. She swayed her slender waist, showing off her enchanting figure under the swaying lights.
The atmosphere of the cocktail party changed. Qin Guan couldn't see the audience from the shining stand, but he could feel the rising atmosphere.
Occasionally, someone interested in the products would stroll up to Qin Guan's tray, pick it up, take a look, and leave, shaking their heads.
Qin Guan stood on the stage for more than an hour before his assistant told him to leave.
Rubbing his sore calves, Qin Guan glanced at the audience unintentionally as he went backstage.
Some of the female models who had come with him had stopped serving drinks. They were either leaning on someone's shoulder or putting their long legs on someone's lap.
Her plump lips, her fair legs, and her nonchalant smile made everything seem so luxurious and luxurious.
Qin Guan didn't know what to feel. He was still in a daze as he changed his clothes backstage.
Sister Xue lit a cigarette and told Qin Guan in a low voice, "They are not professional models. You do this job for money, and so do they. It's just that they get more money in a more convenient way."
Qin Guan didn't answer. After changing his clothes, he looked at Sister Xue deeply. "I like money, but it has to be honest."
Sister Xue smiled. "I know. That's why I want to take you with me. You can't go far if you don't have an honest background. It's getting late. I'll drive you. "
Qin Guan smiled. "I trust you. You're good at taking jobs for me."
Sister Xue drove Qin Guan to the university. Qin Guan waved at her and entered the dormitory building.
Leaning against the driver's seat, Sister Xue looked at Qin Guan's back and murmured to herself, "I hope you'll remember what you said today. I hope you'll never forget your heart."
On March 5th, 1999, the Spring Festival, the university reopened.
The school welcomed a wave of homecoming. Everyone in the dormitory had arrived. Everyone hugged each other warmly. Everyone took out local specialties from their bags and shared them with their roommates whom they hadn't seen for a long time.
The one who benefited the most was Liu Xiaoyang, the sixth boy in the dormitory. As a local boy, most of the local specialties were for him.
Liu Xiaoyang was happily holding the dried leg of lamb that Mu Lejiang had brought for him. Yes, Liu Xiaoyang was holding a whole leg of lamb in his hand. Mu Lejiang had carried it all the way from his hometown to Liu Xiaoyang in front of so many people.
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