Chapter 594
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At the end of the press conference, in the temporary corridor set up by the security personnel, there was a medium-sized storage box, and everyone who passed by threw their small cards into it.
Qin Guan's card was submerged in layers of paper. No one knew whether the Gucci staff would find it or not.
He wanted to talk to the indifferent attendant, but Sister Xue, who had been waiting for him, dragged him in front of a huge backboard.
Behind him was an advertisement board with logos of various fashion brands, showing off the luxurious lineup of participating brands.
Several TV cameras were set up in front of Qin Guan, capturing all the controversial people in one fell swoop.
Qin Guan was like a crane in a flock of chickens. Everything he had done could be discussed on a TV show.
What's more, this Asian had always stayed at home when he wasn't working. He was always elusive and never participated in any TV interviews.
If he hadn't taken advantage of the Milan Fashion Week, the media would never have been able to catch him.
"Qin Guan, Qin Guan, say hello to the Italian people!"
The Italian Radio and Television Station had a monopoly on 70% of the national audience ratings, so its fashion news program naturally attracted the attention of the whole country.
Qin Guan smiled calmly and waved at the camera.
"Qin Guan, will you have a new job in the second half of the year? It's said that Gucci is negotiating with Armani, hoping to transfer the contract to make you their newest spokesperson in 2004. "
"Is this news true?"
Who had leaked this information? Even Qin Guan himself had no idea …
"I don't know how this reporter got the news, but neither my agent nor I have received any notice from these two brands. As far as I know, Giorgio Armani is still reluctant to abandon a poor Asian boy like me."
Qin Guan spread his hands helplessly and looked at the TV with an aggrieved expression.
The host was amused. Instead of dwelling on the grudge, he moved on to the next question. "Mr. Qin Guan, you have acted in London, France and New York. Will you cooperate with an Italian director for the four major fashion weeks?"
Qin Guan was stunned by the sudden change of topic. Then he smiled in a way that no one had ever seen before. Even the Italians could not keep up with him. His smile was so dazzling that no one had ever seen before.
"As long as it is a good script and a responsible filmmaker, I look forward to an invitation from the Italian people."
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The TV reporter lost his ability to speak. The foreign reporters behind him took the opportunity to throw their microphones at him.
Do you see this, Italian people? Hurry up and invite the supreme elf!
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The five-minute interview was delayed for a while. When Qin Guan returned to the hotel, it was already the end of the day.
Due to the importance attached to the fashion feast, Italian TV stations and local TV stations in smaller cities were jointly broadcasting the event.
Most Italians got to know the beautiful Asian model through the official fashion news.
As a country with the highest average appearance standards in the world, Italy was home to handsome men and beautiful women. Their hearts, which they had thought would never beat again because of a person's appearance, were completely shattered.
Many young men and women were frantically searching for the information on the Internet.
That was how Qin Guan had won the hearts of the Italian people.
Sicily was the southernmost island of Italy. It was an island that was independent of the European continent and connected to Italy in the weakest way.
Here, the locals spoke Italian with a strong Sicilian accent. The locals were unusually united and had their own unique social network.
The kinship between the families was like a spider web that connected all the residents on the island.
Just like the oldest village in China, there was a strict hierarchy.
Of course, Sicily was the birthplace of the Italian Mafia.
As an Italian nation that was afraid of fighting for the country, the so-called collective sense of honor was never given to the country, but to their brothers and sisters.
The closeness of a family was rarely seen in other countries, except in China and Italy.
The foundation of the Mafia was developed from the embryonic form of the family.
Currently, the largest family on Sicily, the Savaldo family, was holding a grand dinner party in the pavilion of their manor. These friends, who had not contacted each other for a long time, were exchanging information with their respective partners through these routine gatherings.
The TV was also broadcasting news from the Italian news channel. Only the young ladies of these families had the leisure time to eat the sausages on their plates and watch the TV with relish.
Behind them, the adults were drinking beer and complaining about how business was getting harder and harder, but a few children's voices interrupted their idle chatter.
"Mimi Lawula likes this big brother..."
A girl with curly brown hair murmured to herself as she watched Qin Guan's smile fill the whole TV screen.
Michael, who was the most handsome guy among the little fatties, naturally didn't want Raula's attention to other guys.
"But he is an Asian. He seems to be from China, where all the workers are!"
Their childish discussion made the adults burst out laughing. The naughty adults didn't say anything and just listened to the two continue.
PS: '90,000 Years of Voluntary Cultivation'. In the future, all the people in the cultivation world will be required to cultivate. Everyone can enter the Tao — Wait! What do you mean by 'Tao'?
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