Chapter 591
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The makeup assistant on the side kindly comforted the staff member sent by Milan Fashion Week, leaving the last bit of comfort for the few people in the room.
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Sister Xue and Qu Xuemei looked at each other and cheered each other up in unison.
"Let's split up. You have to work hard too!"
Then she turned to Qin Guan. "Are you ready?"
"Ready!"
"Then let's go!"
He pushed the door open and saw rows of well-dressed team members waiting outside. Alessandro saluted him with his fingers.
"Follow me!"
When the door was pushed open, he was greeted by flashing lights and countless long and short cannons.
The reporters had woken up early in the morning and were waiting at the entrance of the hotel. They had no time to care about the dew on their jackets as they turned their equipment and cameras to look at Qin Guan.
"Mr. Qin, is this your first time attending a fashion show in Milan? What are your thoughts? "
"Mr. Qin, may I know your impression of Milan?"
"Mr. Qin, what's your schedule for the Milan Fashion Week?"
Rows of microphones and audio recording machines were placed in front of him. Behind the reporters were the cameramen who had been working non-stop.
Qin Guan turned his head to the side and saw that the other customers had been affected by the crowd outside the door.
When he turned back again, he wore his usual working smile. The assistant put a card in front of him. He looked up when he saw the first destination.
He didn't answer any of the reporters' questions. Instead, he pointed to a deep alley not far from the hotel.
"Thank you for your enthusiasm for the interview. That's where I'll be working for the first time in Milan Fashion Week. If you're interested, you can come with me to have a look."
"When I'm working, I think I'm very willing to cooperate with all of you in your interview work."
"After all, we have to give the other tourists who are visiting Milan a chance to go out, right?"
Then he winked apologetically at the other tourists who were stuck at the revolving door.
The reporters relaxed when they saw that Qin Guan didn't mind them following him. Instead, he was considerate of the others.
This was a very warm man with a soft heart, which was rare.
The crowd outside the hotel didn't need the help of the security guards anymore. They followed Qin Guan's team to the deep alley not far away.
In less than two minutes, the crowd that had gathered in front of the hotel automatically dispersed.
In an old alley in Milan, there was a pedestrian crossing made of simple, unadorned stones. Moss grew tenaciously in the dark corners.
The tall, aged spire of a tall house blocked most of the sunlight in this not-so-wide alley, filling the place with an inexplicable gloominess.
This was Qin Guan's first job for the Milan Fashion Week. He was going to take promotional photos of the invited models.
There were no restrictions on style, no restrictions on clothing, you could take whatever photos you thought were the best.
Of course, if the photos submitted by your team were not up to standard, the members of the Organizing Committee would only throw these useless materials into the trash bin next to them as if they were throwing away garbage.
And for the next Spring and Autumn Fashion Week, you would no longer receive an invitation from Fashion Week.
Qin Guan stood there as the photographer checked his equipment and the light took out all the necessary props. The white screen indicated that the work was about to begin.
Xue Wanyi held up her camera for Qin Guan's fans. The small laptop in her hand was her data collector.
"Are you ready? There is no fixed pose. Just follow your preferences. "
The photographer from Milan, who represented the official model photo collection, announced the start of today's work.
Qin Guan nodded and tidied up his clothes. Then he leaned against the mottled bluestone wall casually with his arms outstretched.
The only ray of sunlight shone on one side of Qin Guan's face. They hugged each other intimately.
Everyone's attention shifted from Qin Guan's face to his whole body. Only then did they realize that the Asian model was wearing a different outfit.
It was black silk with a unique noble texture. Qin Guan was wearing it in the simplest and most fitting way.
There was no trace of other colors on the entire body, nor was there any embroidery or knitting.
If that was the case, then this was just an ordinary set of clothes. The only difference was that it was made of a warm and soft material.
Qin Guan was wearing a white shirt, which looked very harmonious with the black shirt.
Because this linen jacket, which was woven with a thick knitting technique, turned out to be the thinnest combination of a Tang suit and a suit that couldn't be thinner.
Its pure white was not decorated with any gaudy patterns. Instead, a towering landscape painting appeared on the front of the white coat.
The contrast between black and white, the sturdy pines and the hard stones, and his tall and straight posture made him look like an immortal floating in the air.
The camera was working hard. The crowd behind Qin Guan was stunned by the scene. Translator's Thoughts Lan _ Editor: Efydatia
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