"Armani has given the new contract to your team in 2004. We hope that you will consider our brand as an independent ambassador.
After all, the fashion circle is a good example. People get along well with each other and develop feelings for each other.
If your professional level had not declined, or if our brand could not satisfy your needs, we would have chosen to cooperate with you.
"I think the two of us are the most nostalgic people. If there are no objections to the general direction, let's continue working together."
The old man spoke unhurriedly, as if he was chatting with a junior he had known for many years.
His words were sincere, and the sincerity in his words made Qin Guan, who was standing beside him, smile sincerely.
"Yes, you said it yourself. Given that there isn't much of a difference in the general direction, of course I would choose Armani. After all, for the Chinese, it's like giving them a new lease on life."
It was a beautiful scene of an old man who liked to guide his younger generation, working hand in hand with a grateful Chinese model.
Unfortunately, the warm scene didn't last long. The music of the fashion show reverberated in the venue.
"Shall we watch the show first?"
"Yes, Old Master …"
The female models on the stage took the lead and walked out. The first eight in the line were all Europeans with skin so white that it was almost transparent. They were wearing colorful fur coats.
There were also foxes, minks and more precious furs.
Behind them were Black Pearls, whose skin was as dark as Qin Guan's neighbor, Coulibaly. All of them were top beauties in the African emirates.
They had the distinct features of a zebra, the sharpness of a leopard and the dominance of a king of the mountain.
When the last group of Asian models walked out, Qin Guan saw some familiar faces.
Du Juan and Lv Yan, who represented the Chinese fashion in their own studio, were seconded to the Gucci launch event by the Milan Fashion Week in order to embody the sense of great integration in a fashion week.
Every brand could feel the meticulousness of the organizing committee.
The clothes of the six Asian models were fine. According to Qin Guan's experience in the top fashion circle, they had chosen large fabrics, so they hadn't chosen too many precious materials.
The deerskin was made of antelope material though, which made Qin Guan's teeth clench.
Sister Xue had told him that Armani had been one of the first companies to submit an endorsement contract to him. Qin Guan had no intention of accepting the latest autumn/winter collection.
What's more, Armani's words of sincerity just now told him that it was better for him not to be poached like this.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The design of Gucci and the selection of the corresponding fabrics had won the hearts of the audience, who loved high-end consumer goods.
The assistant, who was in charge of the statistics, was grinning from ear to ear as she looked at the orders from the distributors and clothing purchasers.
As a consumer vane, this issue of Gucci was the first to capture the hearts of the high-end consumers. They were naturally fascinated by the beauty of nature.
Just like the hunters in Kansas who liked to hang majestic deer with their large curved horns in front of their living room doors.
The noblewomen who liked to wear noble furs had the same thoughts as her.
Clothes were just a way to show off. The best way to show off was better than the competition of materials.
Some people paid for the show, while others left in a hurry.
After the press conference, Qin Guan chatted with the old man and left the venue as if there was no one else present.
Even when Gucci's old rival came out from the backstage and purposely threw a delighted gaze at them, it didn't stop the group from moving forward.
Most of the people in the audience also excitedly walked out of the venue to watch the show while discussing about this top-notch banquet.
The door opened, leading straight to a circular fountain with ancient Roman-style white sculptures. After passing through this medieval style small venue, across the road was the parking lot for their respective vehicles.
In this square, everyone was originally going to say their goodbyes, but because of the sharp sound of brakes coming from the road beside the square, everyone's footsteps of greeting were interrupted.
The reporters, reporters, and cameramen, who had been waiting for first-hand news by the side of the field, stood up one after another out of sensitivity to their job.
The security personnel in charge of guarding the gate of the square also became vigilant because of the sudden intrusion of this vehicle.
It was a large, worn-out truck with a container at the back. It formed a sharp contrast between the clean and refreshing streets and the parking lot full of luxury cars across the road.
After the most exaggerated screeching sound of the brakes stopped, the broken driver's door that was about to fall off was opened with a bang.
A red-haired girl wearing only a thin bikini jumped out of the driver's seat of the truck, which was taller than a person, with a cigarette dangling from her mouth.
She was wearing a pair of high heels, so she felt like she was walking on flat ground.
She jumped out of the truck and closed the door.
Pak! The cigarette in the red-haired bikini's mouth was lit up by the disposable lighter in her hand. She raised her chin high and took a deep breath of the cigarette.
Puff!
The red-haired girl blew out a misty smoke ring. Everyone in the square, including the cameras of the media and reporters, were attracted by the strange girl's behavior.
"Cool! Let's get to work! "
After smoking, the red-haired bikini seemed to have come back to life. She wobbled her way to the back of the broken container that was being pulled by the truck.
With a forceful leap, one of his feet landed on the railing at the back of the container, while the other landed on the back door of the container.
Creak!
The container, which was not completely sealed, was easily opened by the girl. Light shone in from the outside as the back of the truck was opened.
Author's Note: Book by the Old Devil's Child
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