Chapter 367
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"Although our magazine mainly focuses on cosmetics, we also publish news about fashion …"
The freckled girl's voice became softer and softer. In the end, her head almost dropped to her chest. She had seen from a corner that two of the top five magazines in the US had found this Asian model.
The little girl was well aware of the competitiveness of her own magazine.
"Okay, send me the specific time. After tomorrow, my work at Fashion Week will be over …"
Qin Guan didn't refuse arrogantly. In his opinion, NYLON was doing a good job. It was just that it had been established for a short time.
That kind of development direction was just in line with the needs of today's fashion brands.
"Really?" The freckled girl's eyes were sparkling. She looked at Qin Guan, who looked gentle in the light of the lamp.
"Yes..."
The little ponytail turned around at the corner of the street and waved her arms with all her might.
Standing at the brightest spot on the table, Qin Guan smiled in the direction of the farewell. In an instant, the snow melted and flowers bloomed in the background of the intoxicating night sky.
The freckled girl fell into a daze. Bang! His head bumped into a telephone pole.
"Ouch!" Rubbing the freckles on her forehead, she took the opportunity to cover her eyes and cheeks to hide her embarrassment … Smack! She almost fell on the ground again.
He is really an interesting person.
Often, when a person was slightly deficient in one aspect, he must be incomparably strong in another aspect that was different from ordinary people. Little Freckles was a special existence in NYLON.
Thanks to her keen sense of beauty, the new magazine, which had been established only two years ago, had gained a foothold in New York City.
The impact of the New York Fashion Week on the public was not over yet. Newspapers and magazines were still hotly speculating about the scandals of the fashion week.
Qin Guan stepped into the New York headquarters of Armani once again. It was the first company he had invested in and the starting point of his New York career.
This time, he had been invited. Giorgio Armani's assistant had sent him an invitation during the fashion week.
Qin Guan passed by Chad at the door again. Chad had a certain impression of the Asian model who had passed by Armani's office.
He was the Asian model who had been compared to him by the mainstream media on the first day of the fashion week. The critics had exaggerated that he was a newcomer who could keep up with him.
Another guy who didn't want to give up and came to Armani to look for opportunities. Chad put his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose in disdain as he left. Once this guy became famous, paparazzi would follow him everywhere. It was really inconvenient.
His agent was not as optimistic as Chad. He had seen Qin Guan for many years, so he had felt a deep sense of crisis the moment he had seen him in the backcourt of CK.
"What?" Qin Guan walked into the headquarters of Armani. His agent looked back at him worriedly. "Is the Asian model here for an endorsement contract?"
Chad was a little impatient because his agent thought too much about it.
"You're overthinking it. Armani is a high-end custom-made company. Do you think the global tycoons would buy an unknown Asian? Let's go. We still have to meet the Japanese from Citizen … "
Unbeknownst to them, Qin Guan had been taken to a spacious white studio. There was a white-haired old man in a black casual suit. It was Armani.
The old man didn't say anything. He just smiled at Qin Guan and pointed at the center of the room. Then he made a gesture to his assistant.
Then he saw his personal assistant trotting to the white wall, pulling open the handle on the side, and a tall woman slowly walked out from inside.
She didn't say a word. Her long black dress flowed slowly on the white floor. Her white toes were painted with transparent nail polish, reflecting the cold light.
The wide gown design exposed her sleek and smooth back perfectly, hiding her sorrow.
Her blonde hair and blue eyes were as deep as the Aegean Sea. She only had eyes for Qin Guan.
"Raquel Zimmerman, Qin Guan, please stand together. Shoulder to shoulder..."
178 and 186 were in harmony. They were like two people who had walked out of a fashionable city. They were incomparably compatible.
That kind of cold face set off the incomparably elegant temperament of this female model.
"Good. I think IMG has already told Raquel about the endorsement contract. Do you have any objections, Qin Guan?"
What a willful old man! What a willful company! Why don't you tell me what the endorsement is? How do you know that I can't refuse?
The old man noticed Qin Guan's confusion. He waved at his assistant.
"We know that you are a contracted model of New Silk Road China. According to your resume, we found your agent. The contract was confirmed on the third day of the New York Fashion Week."
"Your agent, Miss Xue Wanyi, has already taken over the work for you. Of course, due to the time difference, you might get the notice later."
"According to the contract, if your performance is in line with the style of our main model, the contract will take effect automatically."
"Congratulations, Mr. Qin Guan. You will get a contract for a single Armani product in 2003. We will inform you regularly. Please cooperate with us according to the contract."
"What will I be endorsing?" Qin Guan asked the question in Italian. He realized that the assistant had been the one to speak English, and he knew that Armani could speak Italian.
Besides, even if you're Armani, you can't just say that I'm going to design a new product or field. If you develop an Armani condom, I have to be grateful and endorse it, right?
PS: I collect junk in the immortal world. Please try my poison.
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