Chapter 593
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The exhaust from the back of the car had dissipated into the air for a long time. The policeman, who could no longer stand the reporters in the empty alley, finally swung his baton at his waist.
"Don't block the road. Illegal stalls are prohibited..."
It was rare for the lazy Italians to be diligent for once. After the group of eyesores finally dispersed, the young policeman on duty today secretly took out his mobile phone in an empty alley.
There were photos of Qin Guan strolling leisurely on the street. His eyes were filled with endless gentleness.
"My god!" The young policeman kissed the screen gently and carefully put the phone into his chest pocket.
Love was in every corner, regardless of nationality, race, or gender.
Qin Guan didn't know what it meant to be in Italy. It was the most romantic country in the world. Every Italian citizen was surrounded by a Casanova.
He was at the Gucci conference. Although he was not the spokesperson of the brand, he was an official guest of the fashion week.
The small press conference before the official fashion week was a way to test the waters and collect feedback in the industry.
Some designs that were rated as too low-end were immediately rejected when they were officially released.
Therefore, the people who were invited to these internal press conferences were all big names in the industry, as well as representatives with considerable weight to attend.
As an exclusive model of Haute Couture, Qin Guan was like a representative of the Milan Fashion Week. He was sent to all the shows to watch them.
It was the first time Qin Guan had been an audience member, the first time he had watched a show on the stage. It was the first time he had the power to decide the life and death of a design concept. It was a wonderful feeling.
More and more people began to sit on the curved chairs around them. Some of them were familiar to Qin Guan, while others were strange to him.
What he didn't know was that there were top fashionistas and designers from various countries. Although they weren't as famous as those top brands in the world, they were like gods of fashion in their own countries.
Next to Qin Guan was Mr. Kim, who was also from Korea. He was good at designing gorgeous wedding dresses. On the other side of Qin Guan was Kawakubo Hisashi, one of the most outstanding female designers in Japan.
In this small area, it could be said that all the top fashionistas in Asia were gathered in one fell swoop.
Qin Guan was the youngest one to arrive, so he was the focus of the two Asian designers.
He answered Mr. Kim's question in Korean and Hisakawa Hirorei in Japanese, as if his occupational disease was acting up.
The onlookers stared at the man in disbelief. Unconsciously, he had left a deep impression in their hearts.
A top designer needed a team of models to cooperate with him. Top models all had one thing in common: comprehension and performance.
No wonder Qin Guan had reached such a high level in only a few years. Judging from his strong language skills, he was not stupid.
All the people in the fashion industry nodded in agreement. They thought that if there was a chance to cooperate with him, they could relax the vetting on him.
It was said that Armani never spoke English. Fluent Italian was a must for Armani's personal assistant.
Qin Guan was born in China, so he could speak Chinese, Japanese and Korean fluently.
Plus, he had studied abroad in the United States, which meant that he had mastered five different languages. Even if he left the modeling industry, he could still be called an elite.
The people around him were still chatting enthusiastically, and the people around him had not yet fermented their admiration for him, when the host next to the T stage announced the start of the show.
As the stage opened, the Gucci models walked on the stage in the first edition of their designs.
Qin Guan, who was crossing his long legs together in a relaxed posture, suddenly felt a pain in his balls. He clamped his legs together.
The models on the stage were dressed in bright colors. The most intense color collision was always the color contrast. Yellow matched with red, and green pressed against dark purple, all of which were gorgeous expressions.
However, these fabrics, which were close to the original color, were made from the furs of all kinds of animals, and the original color patterns were made in the most primitive way.
The red and yellow of the jaguar flowed with the imagination of speed.
The green and black of an African python represented strength.
The zebra on the prairie represented speed and beauty.
The pure white of the water, without a trace of impurity, was the innocence of the Snow Ground Fox.
This year's Gucci Autumn/Winter Edition used the most luxurious fur and the most intuitive original ecology. It dug out the favorite of the upper-class ladies and buried the bloodthirst in the hearts of the elites.
Sitting in the audience, Qin Guan was reading a survey of the Gucci's latest models. It was only a thin piece of paper, but Qin Guan had answered the simplest questions with great care.
Although he was not liked by animals, he felt uncomfortable looking at the fur designs on the T stage, which represented the death of living creatures.
Qin Guan had never worked for a brand with animal fur as its main theme. He had even avoided leather goods made of precious animals.
One day before the Milan Fashion Week, he was witnessing a fashion feast made of high-end fur.
Qin Guan had mixed feelings. When the models returned to the waiting area one by one, he wrote some words on the blank space of the questionnaire with his pen.
Actually, cow and sheep skin are not bad. Let's let those precious animals go.
If others are cruel to me, I can't be cruel to them. Deep down, Qin Guan was a gentle man.
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