The reporters in the store were soon shocked by the influx of customers. These unscrupulous people began to shuttle back and forth in the large store.
"Look at this shirt! It's the one Qin Guan is wearing in the poster! It's made of good material! It's cheap too!"
"Really? I want to buy one for my dad. Do you have a super size? "
The image of a sturdy father in a light yellow casual suit appeared in the minds of the people present. However, before they could think about it carefully, what happened next made them unable to laugh.
More and more people poured into the store. Some were curious buyers, while others were searching for a specific target.
"I found him! Qin Guan! I see you! Qin Guan! Look! "
A petite woman who was diligently currying favor with others finally found the person she was looking for through a gap in the warehouse door behind the shop.
Guo Nuoyan had led Qin Guan to the back of the store as soon as the poster had been put down. When the crowd was smaller, he would go out with Qin Guan and interact with other customers.
Then, the next day, the news from the media would include both a gorgeous opening ceremony and a warm little scene. This kind of intense and relaxing publicity, how wonderful it would be.
Unfortunately, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Who would have thought that the collision of record sales and shop tailoring could bring such a terrible effect?
Guo Nuoyan led Qin Guan to the back of the store. That way, the source of the disturbance would be eliminated.
Unfortunately, his carelessness had been discovered by a sharp-eyed fan.
The girl's shout drew the attention of the ordinary customers away from Qin Guan's poster. Instead, they focused on the mysterious door of the back of the store.
All the guests started walking in that direction. Their imposing manner made the entertainment reporters, who were used to seeing big waves, take a few steps back.
Guo Nuoyan, who was standing beside Qin Guan, was pacing around nervously.
"What should we do? Run, Qin Guan! "
Where could he run to? There was only one vent in the entire warehouse that only rats could escape from.
Qin Guan was amused by Guo's words. He stood up calmly, tidied up his cuffs and said calmly, "Don't worry.
"Don't worry, it's just the fans' love. With my charm, I'll be able to control the situation very quickly."
Then he turned around, brushed the dust off his pants and opened the door of the warehouse.
Then, a series of screams came from outside the door, followed by a flurry of panic.
"Ah! It's really Qin Guan! I caught him! He can't run away! "
"Oh my god! He's a real person! I was so happy when he danced with Madonna in the music video! "
"Come here, handsome!"
Countless pairs of open hands reached for Qin Guan in a messy way.
Qin Guan failed to act tough.
"Guo Nuoyan, help!"
Screaming, Qin Guan was dragged into the crowd and surrounded by his fans.
Even now, there were still countless questions floating through his mind.
Why didn't they listen to him rationally this time?
Why didn't they say hello to him in a friendly way?
Why were these children so crazy this time?
If you really understood the expression of your fans, as well as the audience of your previous fans, you would clearly understand why you are treated like this now.
Qin Guan's fans had been true fans who appreciated his acting skills, true fans who hated to part with his handsome face, fashion fans who had been shocked by his exquisite performance, and students who had admired his knowledge.
Most of these fans were careful and courteous, keeping their distance. They treated this man that they could only look at but could not touch with rationally.
This was the first time Qin Guan had met such crazy fans. They could crush a concert stage and scratch the faces of the security guards. How could they be polite to him?
For the first time, Qin Guan's confidence in controlling the crowd hit the wall of his fans.
Guo Nuoyan was trembling at the door. The staff, who had been marching forward bravely, were pushed away by the crazy fans in an instant.
Qin Guan was unlucky. There were several large audio and video stores around Times Square, within sight of the advertisements.
More and more people stopped in their tracks. The entertainment reporters retreated out of the stores and tried their best to capture the shocking scene with their cameras.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Guo Nuoyan remembered that there was a powerful figure called Qu Xuemei who could be their stabilizing force.
Qu Xuemei answered Guo Nuoyan's call with a puzzled look on her face. After listening to Guo Nuoyan's story, she covered her face with her hands.
"Call the police station nearby and ask them to control the order of the scene. I thought it was just a simple activity, but I was not around for a while, and I made such a big mistake."
The most important thing now is to protect Qin Guan. Make sure he doesn't resist. Being dragged is better than being trampled on. I'll be there right now. Just do as I say. "
Qu Xuemei hung up the phone, finished her work, and drove to Times Square in a hurry.
Guo Nuoyan, who had received the instructions, quickly dialed several phone numbers. Knowing what was going on, he tidied up his suit and shouted with a heroic expression, "Everyone, calm down! It's Qin Guan's working hours. You'll disturb him!
When he's finished, he'll have time to talk to you! "
Unfortunately, Guo Nuoyan's reckless act didn't have the desired effect. In an instant, he was pushed to the side by a few rude and unreasonable girls. They glared at him viciously to stop them from coming into contact with their idol.
A row of shelves fell down in the crowd. Just as the situation was about to get out of control, several police cars stopped in front of J Clothing.
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