"Qin Guan, you should consider the president's suggestion. If you think the Drama Club is just a small club, I can recommend you to the Actors Guild on Broadway."
"Our Actors Guild has very strict rules. Even large theaters don't dare to break the rules. Plus, you only need to pass the guild's test or get the approval of a famous teacher."
"You could fly on the Broadway stage!"
Qin Guan turned around and shook his head. The Broadway Opera System was an indispensable part of the American entertainment industry, but the Broadway Opera System was an important part of the American entertainment industry.
However, it was only a small part of the entertainment industry in the United States. Not to mention the dismal musical films on the big screen, just the small audience of musical and dance dramas was already very embarrassing.
Plus, the long rehearsal schedule and the tour schedule, which could last three months or even two years, didn't fit his schedule at all.
Out of respect for Wendy's friend, Qin Guan told her about his plan seriously.
Everyone had their own ambitions. No matter how much she loved Broadway, she couldn't force others to be like her. She gave up on Qin Guan, who seemed tough but was actually a sensible girl.
Unfortunately, neither Qin Guan nor Xu Xiaoxiao noticed the dazzling light in Wendy's eyes.
Xu knew about Qin Guan's plan, but he didn't want to give up the opportunity. He decided to explain the benefits to Qin Guan.
Being in the drama club is not the same as being an actor on Broadway.
"Eh? Brothers? Are you stupid? With your standard, you'll definitely be the one to take on the leading role in the Drama Club. I haven't seen many students from the Arts Academy who can do better than you. "
"Do you know that with such a rich resume, it will be very beneficial for you to intern or stay in New York to get an offer from a big company? Why did you reject it? "
Qin Guan turned around and bared his teeth at Xu Xiaoxiao. "Do you think I care about the flag flying above my head?"
Xu Xiaoxiao was choked by his bright smile. As he followed Qin Guan, he thought of the old photos of his grandfather. "Is China so good?" he asked suddenly.
Qin Guan was stunned, but he nodded without hesitation. "Yes! Very good. "
"Does he have the financial atmosphere of New York, the movie sunset of Los Angeles, or the steel plane of Seattle?"
Qin Guan's smile widened. "Yes, and no. You have to experience it yourself. If you have a chance, go to China. I'll treat you. After all, that's my home ground."
Xu Xiaoxiao didn't say anything more. He made up his mind that he would go to China someday, but he had heard that tea eggs were no longer available in China.
His days were smooth. Thanks to his previous experience, he lived a regular life.
First was a routine exam in the morning, which always ended at noon. Then came the exercises in the afternoon. Unfortunately, Qin Guan, who was getting more and more familiar with the routine, was well prepared. He saved most of his time in the day.
Now that they had some free time, it was time for them to work on their business in Manhattan. No wonder they were thinking about part-time jobs in less than a month.
The two of them hadn't done anything yet, but they had spent $3,000 a week. That day, he had wanted to take Cong Nianwei to a hair salon in Times Square, but when they had left, he had found out that they had spent a week's worth of food expenses.
Cong Nianwei hadn't had a hair dryer. She had just gotten a simple haircut. The price of New York could only be described as "f * ck".
John was calling Qin Guan at the headquarters of LEE in Kansas. Thanks to his recommendation, the designer of this year's autumn collection, who had hired Qin Guan at the Beijing Fashion Week, had sent him an invitation.
Looking at his schedule helplessly, Qin Guan apologized to John. "I only have one day off in October. I can't accept your T show at the anniversary of the Country of Origin."
JOHN was so angry that his eyes and nose were crooked. He roared at the other end of the phone, "Don't you want to consider the future development? I'm making it easier for you to get in through the back door.
Don't you know that the New York Fashion Week will be held at the end of October? It's one of the top four fashion weeks in the world. I'm making a good start for you, so you won't have to go through the auditions with brands and designers.
"How many people will hire an Asian model who is unfamiliar with the place and the people?"
Qin Guan thought about the posters on the main gate of Columbia University. Most of the part-time jobs were in Manhattan.
If the old men who taught economics at the university knew that their favorite student skipped class because of a part-time job, they would probably be beaten up by them in a fit of anger.
Qin Guan took a deep breath. Sometimes, it was necessary to give up. "John, who am I? I used to be a model. I could run away before. Why can't I run away now? Don't you know what I'm capable of? "
"Believe in me! I'll see you at the New York Fashion Week! "
Qin Guan hung up the phone, full of ambition.
JOHN looked at the beeping sound on the phone. The old bar's gramophone was singing a melodious song. On the wooden bar chair, a hot girl with long leather boots was sitting on it. She looked at the tall and handsome American boy on the other side of the phone and lifted her short skirt. The sound of leather boots hitting the wooden floor could be heard.
"Honey, let's have a drink."
It was a seductive night. John forgot about his Asian fairy for the time being.
Qin Guan sorted out his resume and uploaded his homework for the next day. He wondered if Times Square, which was home to the most famous fashion designers and design companies in New York, would offer him a part-time job.
At the mention of New York, other people's impression of it was that it was the center of finance and news. In fact, this was very one-sided. New York had a beautiful and important port, the seriousness and conservatism of the East Coast, and the center of New York was the largest fashion gathering place in America.
Such a collection of contradictions was perfectly reflected in Times Square and Chelsea Street.
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