Some people, for the sake of convenience, also entrusted this part of the work to QC accounting firms in the form of personal agents.
After a while, Qin Guan suddenly thought of the Shawshank Redemption. That old banker was as good at statistics and practical operations as he was.
In front of the makeshift table, the Chinese employees automatically lined up in a few rows. When fellow countrymen saw fellow countrymen, their eyes were filled with tears. This made the tax filing activity very lively.
Not only did the Chinese living near Chinatown hear the news, but it also spread like wildfire. The Chinese scattered all over Manhattan gathered together.
China was a country of courtesy. In the United States, work was work. We didn't care about favors. Look at the group of people sitting in front of Qin Guan though.
"Young man, you are so young and promising. Help me check my taxes this year. Here are my previous payslips..."
"That's why it's so troublesome. In China, you have to pay as much as you want."
A middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties handed him a paycheck from the New York Stock Exchange. As a janitor, her salary was quite high even on Wall Street.
She also handed Qin Guan a bundle of spring onions and a bag of eggs. It seemed like she had gone to the supermarket before coming to New York.
"I don't want it, ma'am..."
"How can that be? Look at such a handsome young man, he's just a little skinny. Look at my family's Yazi, that's what you call sturdy. He weighs at least 100 kg …"
Are you sure you have chosen the right profession? It would be a pity if you didn't become a breeder.
In half an hour, Qin Guan had a pile of gifts under his feet.
There were pickled cucumbers made by Chinese chefs from Michelin restaurants, a small toolbox from a fireman on Fifth Avenue and a Chinese medicine bag from a pharmacist. I am so grateful to all of you.
Qin Guan wouldn't have known about the Chinese infiltration in New York if he hadn't done this kind of work. It turned out that Chinese people were everywhere in New York. They just lacked the motivation to unite.
Night fell, and the crowd dispersed. Many of the yellow-skinned people had joyful smiles on their faces. These simple and honest people had taken root here, but they always forgot about the power they wanted to enjoy.
"Mr. Qin, business is booming. Treat us." Xu Xiaoxiao was holding a toothpick in his mouth. His hair was like a bird's nest as he poked his head out of a pile of data forms.
Beside him, the women automatically turned to look at their boss. They saw the man, who was calm and charismatic at work, grit his teeth and took out the card from his pocket.
"I have a gold card for this restaurant … It's my treat, you pay …"
"Oh, by the way, don't forget to find two big bedsheets for me. I've received a lot of gifts as a favor. They're all very practical. After all, they're Chinese."
"Unlike those Americans who come to your house for a meal and give you a flower as a gift …"
As soon as he finished his words, his beautiful subordinates were annoyed.
"Boss, how can you say that about me? But I really like the pastry inside …"
"Hmm, this homemade chili sauce looks delicious …"
Qin Guan looked at the sparkling eyes of the girls around him. Like boss, like employee. These girls who had inadvertently fallen under his banner were all a bunch of foodies.
After holding the gifts in his arms for a few minutes, they were all divided up in the blink of an eye.
One had to make some bad friends in one's life. The laughter in the restaurant could not hide the tears on Qin Guan's face.
Sitting in the headquarters of VOGUE, if he had a doll, needle and thread in his hand, he would have written Qu Xuemei's birthday on it.
On the conference table in front of him were numerous work forms. Qu Xuemei had arranged everything for him, including the time and place. Everything was arranged perfectly.
An IWC Universal Watch, a Tiffany jewelry, an Armani perfume endorsement, and three exclusive models for Haute Couture. Then there were more than a dozen jobs for other brands.
These huge amounts of work fees and contracts were summarized at the end of the form. They hadn't even gotten a solid endorsement deal yet, but the income from these jobs had reached as much as 20 million US dollars.
Even though Qin Guan was a big boss now, he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the price.
"Don't be too happy yet. The results of your and Chad's contest came out the day before yesterday. You won VOGUE's exclusive model for the next three seasons with a 40% advantage over Chad.
"Congratulations, Qin Guan! Sign the contract!"
"Bang!" Qu put a stack of documents as thick as English-Chinese dictionaries on the table.
"Take your time, there's no hurry …" The man in suits left the conference room without any hesitation. When he reached the door, he seemed to have thought of something.
"Oh. Sister Xue told me to cut down on indie films, so you won't have to show up in front of the general public."
"But you're in a rush right now, so I'll make the decision for you. After you sign the documents, go to the TV production team for an interview."
"I think the flexible and efficient way they shoot every week is more suitable for your current work pace."
The arrangement of the work schedule was going to cut off his pursuit of art.
Qin Guan felt a slight pain in his teeth, but it was still a good experience to be able to act in the film.
After all, American TV series actors and movie actors were two different systems.
All the actors who could act together were the main characters.
By the time Qin Guan's wrists were sore, he found the thin script at the bottom of the document. He would play a supporting role in the first episode of the sixth season of "Sex and the City".
There were only a few words behind the actor's requirements: tall, handsome, sexy.
Qin Guan grinned. He finally understood Qu's criteria. It was easy to act as himself.
It was indeed effortless. Beside Wall Street in New York City, the drama revolved around the lives of four women in the city. Whether it was love or sex, it was always a permanent topic.
PS: Author of "Gourmet Wholesaler", Happy Young Master Chef - _ - | |
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