Chapter 368
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Qin Guan decided to ask the old man in charge of the main points of the conversation.
Armani's eyes lit up when he heard Italian. "Perfume," he said in an unprecedented tone.
Nice perfume! How elegant it is! Qin Guan tried to hide his joy. I can't be timid in front of others, or I'll lose face. Trying to control his facial muscles, he replied in Italian, "Okay!"
For the rest of the time, Qin Guan was more cooperative.
"Bring out the feeling you had when you walked the runway for CK during Fashion Week … No, wait, Sean, go find him a black outfit …"
As Giorgio Armani spoke, the assistant on the side was speechless. It was too troublesome to go to the sixth floor of the building and see if there were any leftover ready-made clothes.
Wasn't it time to show the flexibility of humans?
Without further ado, the assistant pulled out a black velvet cloak. He dragged it over to Qin Guan and wrapped it around him.
The feeling came immediately. The black robe that was also hanging on the ground drew a dazzling rose on the white floor.
The two models, one male and one female, both wore the same cold expression on their faces. The blue reflected in the black, and the black was immersed in the blue, outlining an intoxicating and noble feeling.
"Not bad …"
The old man had decided their fates. Qin Guan was going to be the perfume ambassador.
Lasalle lowered his long eyelashes like small brushes, leaving a lonely shadow on his cheekbones.
This Asian male model was too contrasting, just like her, a Brazilian model. She didn't have the hot summer feeling of a fanatical Samba. Instead, she had the unique cold outline of an ancient European woman.
That was probably why Armani chose her as the spokesperson of this perfume.
The designer left the black-and-white studio. His assistant asked Qin Guan some questions all of a sudden.
"According to your China agent, your focus will be on magazine shoots? Even VOGUE and W offered you an olive branch? "
"Yes." Did Sister Xue use that as a selling point when she negotiated the contract with Armani? She's really the first to use it.
"That's not a big deal. Our company regularly advertises in these two magazines."
"But I heard that you promised NYLON magazine to shoot a cover advertisement for them?"
"Uh, yes …"
"Young foreign models are so inexperienced. They don't even know how to do their research when they come to New York. It would be a great honor to have you on the cover of such a mediocre magazine."
"But now you have the endorsement of Armani, which means you are flattering it. It doesn't matter. NYLON is not ambitious and only focuses on cosmetics, which suits your current image."
"They're barely qualified. They won't make much of a difference."
"Your cover and our advertisement will appear in the same NYLON magazine. You don't have to worry about the details."
"Hehe, NYLON Magazine has hit the jackpot by hiring you …"
Qin Guan couldn't help but blink at the thought. That means I've boosted the sales of a magazine.
With Armani's advertisement, the tepid magazine was bound to enjoy a wave of sales. Xue Wanyi was a smart girl, so she must have informed the boss of J Clothing in advance to advertise while it was cheap.
The next time he went to NYLON for a cover shoot, he would know the answer.
When he returned to Armani, the old man was not among the busy staff. Hu Dou was in charge of the follow-up work.
This Hu Dou, who was 80% similar to Britain's Mr. Bean, was worthy of his pure British blood. He did things by the book and pursued the details.
This newly launched Armani perfume was in line with the upcoming Halloween. If they could promote it well, this series of perfume would surpass COCO and become the favorite of young girls during the prom season.
In order to cater to young people's taste for beauty, the perfume bottle had been changed to a cold, flat glass bottle, similar to the silver flat-mouthed bottles used by sailors in the navy.
The transparent bottle contained a light green perfume like tourmaline. The Armani carving on the bottle looked romantic and ethereal, as if it were floating on a clear lake.
Qin Guan walked out of the dressing room backstage in European court style clothes. His white ruffled collar and sleeves were shining against the golden threads.
His white silk bow tie fluttered in front of his chest like a butterfly. It was a traditional costume that could only be seen in European palaces, but the Asian model was wearing it with a sense of age.
This was because he was an ancient person, a true son of the devil that existed in the legends. He was immortal and had no rhythm to his heartbeat. Only the burning blood of beautiful women could allow him to experience what it was like to be human, to be alive.
In the advertisement, Qin Guan played a vampire count with pale skin, black hair, and black eyes.
The machine rolled along the track until it reached its designated position. The complicated set had separated the background from the lighting. In order to achieve the desired effect, it was naturally more expensive than an ordinary advertisement.
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations When the actors and actresses finished their make-up, the assistant invited the director out of the lounge. It was Armani's longtime director, Lucan.
He had been a film director for many years. Occasionally, for the sake of his dreams, he would guest star as an advertising director for high-end brands. This way, he could earn money to continue filming and he could feel the blessings of God among the top models.
Of course, it would be perfect if he could get some movie stars for himself.
Lu Rang was sitting on a folding chair with both sides flipped outwards. He looked at the director's assistants in front of him, who were busy with pre-shooting tests. He nodded in approval.
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