Chapter 570
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Then Qin Guan pointed to a shop in the middle of the street. "Here we are!"
A small shop with a veil as its door curtain vaguely revealed its true appearance.
Out of curiosity, Sister Xue lifted the green gauze and heard the sound of a sewing machine. In the innermost corner of the small shop, where the light was the brightest, a person was working hard with his head down.
"Why does it look so dazzling?"
Sister Xue covered her eyes with her hands. Before she could finish her words, the people in the shop heard the noise and looked up.
How could it not be dazzling? His huge bald head was illuminated by the light.
"Feel free to look around. Tell me if you like anything..." The bald man didn't stand up to greet them. Instead, he went back to his work.
Sister Xue and Qin Guan stepped into the shop and looked carefully at the finished and semi-finished clothes hanging on the prosthetic models.
When Sister Xue finished looking at all the designs in the shop, she let out a long breath of satisfaction.
He was a very talented designer. His current designs were already qualified to hold a small fashion show on his own.
Yet, such a designer was now holed up in this cramped shop. It was simply a reckless waste of God's gift!
Sister Xue tried to hide her excitement and started to bluff Qin Guan.
"Excuse me. Did you design all the clothes here?"
The bald man noticed that the two customers didn't flee like his previous customers after seeing the price. Instead, they asked about his designs. Therefore, he happily put down the work in his hands.
"Yes, that's right. The clothes here, from the design to the tailoring, are all made by me. Look at the fabric of this dress. It's traditional Chinese silk."
"The most eye-catching part of this robe is the embroidered pattern made of sequins and feathers."
The bald man stood up and walked to the center of the shop. When he saw the two customers clearly, his body twitched as if he had suffered a stroke.
"You... You are Qin Guan! A top Asian male model! "
The man recognized Qin Guan at a glance.
"Hello! I'm Qin Guan! Nice to meet you, Andrew Gn. " Qin Guan was not surprised that his identity had been exposed. He just smiled and stretched out his hand to the man.
"How do you know my name?"
"Am I wrong? That's the name of your shop. I thought it was your name. "
Sister Xue looked out of the room and saw some shining words embroidered on the green gauze curtain. That was the name Qin Guan had mentioned.
Which customer would be able to notice such a well-hidden method?
The bald man's face turned red with excitement. He rubbed his hands together and shook Qin Guan's hand. "Nice to meet you too. Don't call me Andrew Gn. Call me by my Chinese name, Yin Changtao." “
"I've read about you in all the major magazines and newspapers. You know, although you've been developing your career in the United States, you've always been featured in European fashion magazines."
Now I finally see you in person. You are even more wonderful than your photos. I'm very excited! "
"You are the source of inspiration for designers like us. Thanks to you, countless ideas are popping up in my head. You are amazing!"
Sister Xue stared at Yin Changtao, who had no intention of letting go of Qin Guan's hand. She couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth. He had a rough head, broom-like eyebrows, drooping eyes, and a fierce look on his face, but he was as obedient as a large dog in front of Qin Guan.
When Yin Changtao finally calmed down, the three of them began to have a preliminary discussion about the purpose of their visit.
When Sister Xue told him why she had come, the bald man's eyes turned red.
Tears rolled down his square face without warning, and then he used his arm to wipe them off.
"Thank you. I'd like to join your studio."
Sister Xue didn't have the heart to cheat him.
"Bring your work and luggage to New York in a few days. You can read the details of the contract. After all, you are an independent designer. You have a lot of autonomy."
"Thank you!" "The big baldy started to cry again after hearing the considerate words.
Guess what?
If Sister Xue and Qin Guan hadn't shown up, he would have been forced to work at a construction site.
Ever since he graduated from St. Martin's School of Design in London in 1996, he had been living beyond his means. This shop didn't attract a corresponding customer for him, so naturally, it couldn't increase his reputation.
Yin Changtao was about to give up. Maybe his style was not accepted by the mainstream fashion circle. Maybe it was time for him to give up on his childhood dream.
That day, Qin Guan had appeared out of nowhere, pointing out his future path and leading him to the top fashion circle. He had given him and his brand a stepping stone to the top four fashion weeks.
The only classical book he had read was "Dream of the Red Chamber", which his grandfather had given him when he had been 11 years old.
He could only think of a saying, "A drop of kindness will be repaid with a spring of gratitude".
He didn't need to worry about the rest of the details. While Sister Xue and Yin Changtao were discussing the details, Qin Guan walked to the toy store at the corner of the street.
The light green glass was tightly locked by the aged wooden door frame. On the other side of the glass was a charmingly naive humanoid or animal doll.
He squatted down and stared at it for a long time. Suddenly, he stood up and pushed open the door of the red-painted wooden toy store.
"Welcome! “
Behind the tall counter was an old man with gold-rimmed glasses. He greeted Qin Guan calmly and went back to repairing the tin soldier in his hand.
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