At this time, it was time for the limited-edition killer. It was a competition between the financial resources of jewelry enthusiasts and the heartbeat of jewelry collectors.
There were Saudi tycoons, European billionaires, American nouveau riche and China's women's group.
Otherwise, the most powerful fighting force would definitely be produced by the nation with the longest history. None of the five sets of women's jewelry were bought by the Western countries.
In your next life, you are richer than the Asians. What surprised Westerners the most was that a small group of less than 10 people from China had bought three sets.
Qin Guan stood on the stage for three minutes with the jewelry boxes in his hands. When he came back down, the representative of Tiffany was grinning from ear to ear.
The crystal curtain of the small hall was lowered slowly, and the European-style chairs were gently removed. The company that was cutting the jewels and transporting the security guards in the backstage was busy working.
Before the auction ended, Cong Nianwei had finished her tour of the building. She and Qin Guan were quietly packing their belongings for the trip back to the hotel.
While Cong Nianwei was sharing the characteristics of modern European architecture with Qin Guan, the representative of Tiffany & Co. walked up to Qin Guan with some Asian faces.
"These are the jewelry buyers. We just found out that they are in the same trade. They are also from China. They wanted to meet you before leaving. "
Qin Guan was stunned. The representative of Tiffany & Co. left to deal with the follow-up work after the introduction.
"Hello, Qin Guan. I'm Zhang Li from Daimonde. I'm in charge of global material procurement for Daimonde Jewelry." It was the elegant middle-aged woman who had spent a lot of money at the auction.
She held out her hand with a smile, and Qin Guan touched her hand politely.
Before Qin Guan could withdraw his hand, two fat claws reached out and grabbed it.
Qin Guan looked down subconsciously. This pair of chubby little hands was really lucky. There were small dimples on the back of them …
It was the girl with the round face. Her facial muscles were twitching as she rushed up to Qin Guan.
"You are so handsome..."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Even Zhang Li, who was at the side, couldn't bear to watch any longer. Her warning cough made the other party immediately retract its claws.
"I'm here to see the first Asian male model in a top jewelry show. I also want to know if you're interested in being our global ambassador."
Daimonde was the most popular jewelry brand on the mainland of China. It was one of the must-visit stores for ordinary people in Chinese.
An ordinary model would have been overjoyed, but Qin Guan hesitated for a moment. "Thank you for your recognition, Ms. Zhang. My agent has signed a contract with Tiffany & Co. for me. They have the priority to appoint me as an agent."
It seems like you need to discuss the details with my agent and the representative of Tiffany. "
That was the status of a top model. It was not a dream for them to wait for opportunities. All they had to do was sit there quietly and wait for calls.
Qin Guan didn't go back to the US with his team. It was a rare vacation, so he had to stay with his girlfriend.
Switzerland was a country that people's first reaction was clocks, chocolates and knives.
In fact, Basel was different from the impetuous modern products. It had a deep, ancient flavor.
The winding and narrow paths had different slopes. Before the sun rose, Qin Guan opened the curtains of the hotel on the old street.
Outside the window, a warm streetlight illuminated the foggy path in early spring, making it exceptionally enchanting.
The street lights were like those of ancient European kerosene lamps. They looked very cold from the French windows.
Cong Nianwei spread out a detailed map and started their one-day trip to Switzerland. It was a special feeling to leave as soon as possible as a couple.
The breakfast provided by the hotel was simple. A huge loaf of bread was placed in the middle of the buffet table. It was too hard for Chinese people. Without good teeth, they wouldn't be able to break it.
The hard bread, which required a saw to cut, was like the dead dough that Chinese soldiers brought when they went to war.
Qin Guan, who was touching the jam on the bread, saw a small bamboo basket in the distance. It was filled with all kinds of round objects.
Qin Guan thought it was fruit. He didn't forget to turn around and talk to his girlfriend.
"Wei, what fruit do you want to eat?"
"Puff!" The pair of tongs in his hand tightened, and the eggs in the basket were pierced through.
Yes, you're right. Qin Guan turned around in surprise and found that the eggs in Switzerland were colorful. He didn't know what kind of immortals the chickens were.
The eggs were laid.
White, red, green, and even orange with zebra-like patterns …
Were those eggs laid by the ancient Angri Star?
No, the Angri Star was a rooster. That was its mother, the Old Mother of Blackfoal Mountain. Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei ate the priest's brother.
Cong Nianwei watched Qin Guan bring back a few colorful eggs. She turned around and couldn't help but smile. How could my boyfriend be so cute?
After breakfast, Cong Nianwei set off in front of them. She was wearing a wide-brimmed baseball cap, while Qin Guan, who was following behind her, kept burping. He had eaten eggs of four different colors in the morning.
As for the smell of burping, there was no need to explain it in detail. At that moment, the two of them were shocked by the red Basel Cathedral in front of them.
As a historical relic of the architectural style of the 19th century, the bricks used to build the entire building were all specially fired red bricks. The mottled feeling of the times, the winding green moss, and the white wear and tear on the shady areas made this ancient building full of cultural colors.
As he slowly walked past, Basel's City Hall, which corresponded with the color of the city, was a shade of red that resonated with the city.
The European version of the City Hall was painted with bright red paint.
There were golden yellow murals painted by skilled craftsmen and decorated with green lace. It was full of a foreign style, and it was unexpectedly open to the public.
PS: Recommended book, Great Times 1958, about the Cold War period. This author is my idol. Because his book deals with politics, he has already written several books. I pretended to cry for him. Sob ~: (
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