"I'm a receptionist at Armani's headquarters in New York. The Asian model submitted his resume to us a month ago."
"He is a solo model. At the time, he came to the agency with sincerity. At the time, I am sure he had not found a job at CK yet."
"Are you sure?"
Armani's assistant was no longer humble in front of Giorgio Armani. Instead, he showed his shrewdness in front of the receptionist.
"I can swear that because he was so good, I took out his resume and added his information to our model database."
"This is impossible." The assistant shook his head with certainty. "If that's the case, we should have found information about this Asian model during the New York Fashion Week."
The HR department of Armani would never miss such an excellent and expressive model. "
"It's true!" Under the pressure from Armani and his assistant, the receptionist complained indignantly, "You can check my registration record when you return to the company in New York. I personally handed my information to Jimmy in the personnel department."
"Qin Guan is an excellent Asian model. I memorized his information. Qin Guan, 21 years old, Chinese, winner of the first Asian Fashion Mister in 2001, one of the most popular male models in China, endorser of the Asian brand XXX, spokesperson of the Asian Station of Citizen, and poster of LEE Asia …"
"Really! His first choice is our Armani! "
Giorgio Armani and the assistant looked at each other calmly. Finally, the assistant said, "Let's go back and talk about it. Send me a copy of the specific information you recorded."
Then Giorgio Armani, the Italian old man, seemed to have thought of something. He asked the front desk assistant, "Do you remember his basic data?"
"I remember!"
After the assistant reported a series of data, the old Italian man's brows relaxed.
"He is indeed outstanding. He is even better than Chad. Chad is an athlete after all. He has the taste, but he doesn't have the golden ratio of a professional model."
"Go back and investigate this matter. Even Armani can't afford to lose a top model this time."
"Plus …" Giorgio Armani straightened his back. "We still don't know how the New York Fashion Week will comment on our and CK's designs …"
"Perhaps, this time, we will suffer a huge setback because of this brand that started with underwear!"
"Gather the reports from the print media as soon as possible tomorrow …"
"Yes..."
Chad was chatting with his agent on the sidelines, but his eyes were fixed on Giorgio Armani. At this time, Armani would probably come over to praise his performance, and his agent could also talk about his next endorsement.
Unfortunately, things did not go as he had imagined. A group of serious-looking staff and Armani left in a hurry after the show, leaving the assistants to deal with the rest of the models.
Chad shrugged at his agent. He was confident in his ability, so he didn't ask too many questions.
After the Fashion Week, he had numerous endorsements waiting for him. The representative of Citizen would be his new client. Chad's agent was very happy about the Japanese manufacturer's generous offer. He would be more satisfied with his decision after seeing Chad's performance.
The person in charge of Citizen was none other than Qingmu, who had negotiated with Sister Xue in Tokyo. He was sitting on the stage, which looked like a crystal castle, with mixed feelings.
The rejection in Tokyo was still fresh in his mind, and he saw Qin Guan at his first fashion week in New York. It was not some random brand, but CK, which was strong enough to compete with the top 10 brands. It was the first show of the autumn and winter collection.
She was not inferior to Chad, the Armani model. Instead, she walked out with her own elegance. Aoki regretted it very much. There was a weak voice in his heart reminding him that he might have made a wrong decision.
Just as Takagi was about to get up from his chair, he didn't have the mood to watch the show anymore. However, he saw that the seats next to him were suddenly filled with people.
When Greenwood saw who it was, a flattering smile appeared on his face. Even if this person beat him up, he wouldn't leave.
Giorgio Armani, along with his personal assistant and other staff members, sat in the audience.
This was the stage for LEE's first show at the New York Fashion Week. There was no overlap between the business policies and products of the two brands. Armani was interested in denim, which made the fashion media feel that something was different.
By then, Qin Guan had put on his LEE uniform backstage. He had transformed from a rich businessman into a farm boy. He shook his head and put on a brown cowboy hat. The tassels on both sides of the hat swayed to his rhythm mischievously.
The smell in the backfield changed from the slightly intoxicating champagne to the coarse smell of tobacco and the dream of a cowboy who was as free as the wind.
A group of bold and unrestrained men with their hands in their pockets stomped on the ground with their boots. Their names were L, W, and J, and they were all full of strength. They had changed their oily image when they had first met Qin Guan.
The background music of American country music, coupled with a bit of light rock, opened the green curtain at the back, as if they were looking at a boundless grassland.
Dressed in overalls and jeans, the Armani staff watched the LEE show expressionlessly, which was worth dozens of dollars. It was a unique scene, attracting the attention of the audience.
"Here he comes..."
His assistant reminded him in a low voice. Giorgio Armani nodded slightly. Qingmu, who had been eavesdropping, was very curious.
Who's here? Who's here?
Qin Guan is here...
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