Chapter 365
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Qu Xuemei listened calmly to her old rival's roar. After a long while, she continued to threaten him.
"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. When have I ever misjudged someone? When have I ever cheated you? "
During my internship after graduation, you've been suppressing me in every way. When you become a permanent employee, I'll do my internship. When I do my internship, you give me a raise. When I get a raise, you give me a promotion.
Tears of indignation welled up in Richard's eyes. Just as he was about to reject her righteously, the other party made the threat that he was most afraid of.
"If you don't agree, I will go back to the headquarters tomorrow and apply for a transfer. I have all the jobs in Asia. I think the Asian department needs a new chief editor."
"Don't! Sister! You are my sister! I'll give, I'll give you the full version of the inner seal. This is the most I can do! "Richard's heart was pounding as he tried to stop this invincible strong woman. She had finally bowed down to the evil forces.
"That's more like it. Listen to me. If you are brave enough, use him as the cover. I'm sure you will be promoted to chief editor." Qu Xuemei sighed. I haven't seen Richard for years, but he hasn't grown up. He's too timid.
Richard hung up the phone, trembling. He had to listen to her to prevent the world from being destroyed and to maintain the peace of the VOGUE headquarters.
After the fashion week tomorrow, I'll go and meet the Asian model Qu Xuemei is willing to use every means possible. "
In the middle of the night, the suburban printing plants were rumbling. Colorful newspapers were presented to the hurrying crowds on the streets of New York in the early morning as scheduled.
The photos from the fashion week were published in the New York Times. Not to mention the reaction of the New York Post, even the Wall Street Journal did not forget to give a special place to the fashion week.
Sharp fashion critics shared their analysis of the fashion week and the designers' products. Their sharp opinions often embarrassed the famous designers.
"Are the old top design brands unable to continue, and the new design styles are emerging as a new force?"
"Newcomers, new faces. CK's vision …"
"The Asian male model is here. Are you ready?"
The newspapers with the highest sales volume had published different kinds of articles on Qin Guan's show. They had spared no effort in commenting on Qin Guan's photos at the show.
The same CK and Armani models, the first model and the last model, were maliciously arranged by the reporters, which aroused the readers' interest.
On the left was Chad's black Armani suit, and on the right was Qin Guan's CK Iceberg. It was a collision of ice and fire, a combination of two different design concepts.
The critics and designers, who stood at the forefront of fashion, expressed their opinion in the interview that Armani's autumn collection was too ordinary and lacked highlights.
On the contrary, CK's design was different from the past.
Such an article was naturally placed on the desk of the Armani headquarters, and the serious receptionist in the office confirmed that what she said was true.
Jimmy, who was in charge of collecting the information, was now pale as he waited for the final judgment he was about to face.
"Very well, now that everything is clear, we want to know why you took the initiative to throw the model's file into the waste box."
The HR manager and the person in charge of the selection department were holding the discarded files that had not been destroyed in time in the abandoned archive room.
They waved the files in their hands, indicating that they had been lying in a corner for a long time.
"Armani is a top fashion brand in the world. Elegance, fashion and nobility are our standards and ideals."
"Those mediocre Asians, those dark-skinned blacks, they can't display the most elegant demeanor. What's there to consider about them? What's so special about this kind of small model? "
Jimmy looked fanatical and ferocious. He didn't think he was doing anything wrong. He was just thinking about the company.
The personnel director and the person in charge looked at each other, and one of them made a serious conclusion, "I'm sorry, due to your subjective consciousness, it has affected our normal work. Based on the assessment of the importance of this job, we believe that you are no longer competent for this job."
"I'm sorry to inform you that you are fired."
"What?" The hysterical middle-aged man stood up from the table agitatedly after hearing the news. "You have no right to fire me! I'm going to complain to the senior management. You are abusing your power! "
After saying that, he even tried to grab the tie of the HR manager opposite him to express his greatest degree of protest.
"Let go! Security! Security... "
After a moment of chaos, two or three security guards rushed into the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass conference room. These big guys spent a lot of effort to drag this crazy and paranoid man out of the entrance of the building.
In the independent office, the assistant respectfully looked at the old man who was resting with his eyes closed.
"Arrange a time for me to meet this young man alone."
"Why? Are you going to let him try Armani's clothes? Yes, this young man is really good. I have seen his three-digit data. Even among the top models, there are few who have such a perfect body. "
"No." The elegant old man suddenly laughed like a naughty child. "Have you forgotten our new product line this year?"
"Are you going to let him try that one?"
"Yes. We have been suppressed by Chanel for too long. Maybe this Asian model will bring us a surprise..."
"Yes..."
Qin Guan had no idea about the game between the big shots. He had just finished the "THE FACE" show and was about to go home when he was stopped by a serious-looking reporter.
"W" The short man handed over his business card with burning eyes.
"Yes..." Qin Guan put the card in his pocket.
"What?" William was surprised by Qin Guan's calmness. All the models knew about W, which was one of the oldest fashion magazines in the United States.
Models that could win the favor of W were usually top models or rising stars in the fashion circle. However, the young man in front of him took his business card calmly, as if it was a free tissue from a supermarket across the street.
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