Chapter 341
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Qin Guan put on his clothes and saw Lisa looking at him with shining eyes. He nodded at her politely with a smile before he turned around and waited for his turn to go on stage.
A short-haired girl beside Lisa stared at her with curious eyes and asked intimately, "Lisa, who is he? That's a rare Asian face. Do you know him? "
"Well, not really..." Thinking of this, Lisa was a little sad. The male model in front of her had clearly seen the embarrassing scene that day. To be honest, she was a little nervous and depressed.
She didn't even know the other party's name, so how could she be considered to know him?
The hot short-haired girl didn't stop talking to him. "Eh? He's your type, Lisa. But I'm really worried about this Asian model. I wonder if the old fogeys in the operations department will allow an Asian face to appear in such an important press conference. "
"Even if this small press conference passes, the New York Fashion Week will be KO'd …"
When Lisa heard her friend's words, she couldn't help but feel nervous for her benefactor. Meanwhile, the short-haired Venica curled her lips in disdain.
"E-116..."
Qin Guan's aura changed when he heard his number. All the models around him turned to look at him.
It turned out that this was the real ability of an Asian model, who had a place among the gorgeous and unique models. When he didn't need to show off, he was so low-key and reserved.
With the sound of military boots rubbing against the empty floor, the relevant staff in the studio all looked at the new model.
A couple of white-haired senior managers of the operation department were shocked by Qin Guan's costume, but they couldn't stop them from frowning when they saw his skin color.
An Asian...
They didn't say anything, but the two leaders of the photography team had completely different expressions on their faces. Sam, who had taken photos for Qin Guan, was so excited that he kept pressing the shutter even without the help of the camera.
The other person in charge of the photography team was Jones, who had been ruined by Qin Guan the other day.
He recognized Qin Guan immediately. He was the culprit who had caused the incident that day.
A sense of humiliation from being deceived and teased instantly filled Jones's chest. Since this kid dared to pretend to be a worker and stir up trouble, don't blame him for returning a tooth for a tooth.
Thinking of this, Jones really did it. He said to Douglas, the most old-fashioned man in the operation team, as if nothing had happened, "Speaking of which, CK is really going global. If we do that, we will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the top ten brands in the world."
"I wonder if the other brands in this year's New York Fashion Week have the same idea? “
Old Douglas did not say much. He just put his hands together without saying a word.
When Jones saw that Lin Li did not respond to his words, he awkwardly withdrew his attention from Lin Li.
By then, Qin Guan had been approved by the tailoring designer. After a careful examination, the flaws were measured.
Qin Guan's final test was coming. The chief designer spoke.
"November 5th to 8th. Can you spare some time according to the schedule?"
"Yes," Qin Guan answered calmly.
"You are Mr. Asian Fashion Man this year? You are also the first male model to appear on the cover of VOGUE Asia. What made you come to New York? "
It seemed that everyone present regarded him as the representative of Asian male models who were going to break out of Asia and enter the world.
Suddenly, the fierce aura he had created to match his clothes disappeared without a trace.
He seemed to be recalling something warm, or maybe he had recovered his student temperament. He answered the chief designer in a serious tone. Actually, he was talking to the top managers of the operation team.
"Actually, I came to New York to study. Out of my passion for the modeling industry, I decided to take a part-time job to continue my career without affecting my studies."
"Really?"
Only then did the audience become interested. Due to the low age of the modeling industry, many men and women who were engaged in modeling started their careers at a very young age.
Becoming famous as early as possible had almost become the motto of the modeling industry. There was a model who had traveled across the ocean to study in the United States, which was enough to arouse everyone's interest.
"Are you 22 years old? A college student?"
"No! I'm a graduate student. "
"State University of New York? City College of Art? Community college? "
The person who asked this question was simply an insult to the fashion circle. He was simply catching them all in one fell swoop and enraged everyone.
Photographer Jones didn't know what he had said until he opened his mouth. Being wise to protect himself, he quickly shut up and stopped his sarcasm.
"Uh, Columbia University School of Economics. The MBA focuses on accounting research …"
What are you talking about? Did you go to the wrong building for the interview? Wall Street is further north, and it's close to the sea. Do you want a room full of people to jump with you?
Douglas, who had been wearing a serious expression, finally opened the file in his hands and said, "Don't worry about it.
"Why isn't this part written on the model's profile?"
"Standard elements of the model's profile. No personal information irrelevant to the profession."
"Yes, it's a low-key style. That's the style of Columbia University."
What does he mean? Does he appreciate me?
Before Qin Guan could react, Douglas handed the file to the chief designer.
"Good!"
It was the first time that all the old men nodded in unison. The chief designer was flattered. Jones didn't dare say anything else. Qin Guan's identity had been confirmed.
But just you wait, kid. It's easy to deal with the King of Hell, but it's hard to deal with a little demon. When we really work together, I'll show you what a photographer's skills are.
Qin Guan had sensed Jones' malice the moment he had stepped on the stage, but he didn't take it seriously. He had achieved his goal. That was enough.
Qin Guan left the CK headquarters, unaware that Douglas had asked the chief designer to stay behind.
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