Chapter 604
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"Let's just take things as they come. Why do you think I'm so daring? I almost asked Savaldo out for tea. "
"It's okay, Sister Xue. Sicilian men are so old. Their grandchildren might even be old..."
"F * ck off!"
Qin Guan broke the depressing atmosphere in an instant.
The old man had said it himself. Don't think too much about it. After the Milan Fashion Week, they will return to New York.
To this city, he was just the most ordinary passerby.
Of course, there were also many types of passersby. There were those who held broken bowls and crawled over, and naturally, there were also those who swaggered through the streets like peacocks spreading their feathers.
The "conflict and bloodshed" caused by the Animal Protection Association was fermenting. The sharp-eyed fans were playing a game of picking a fight in a photo that showed all the people in the square fleeing in all directions and jumping around in a mess.
"This year's Milan Fashion Week is so exciting! First the perverts harassed us, then the clubs protested against us. None of the other three cities is as lively as this one! "
"Ha ha! I found Qin Guan among the crowd. He is standing next to Giorgio Armani. That was a smart choice."
While everyone was reading the instant news on the Internet with great interest, a netizen who stood at the forefront of history smuggled the official news of the Italian newspaper back to them.
"Look at this. I laugh every time I see it."
There were pictures of Qin Guan running with the Armani on his back and saving his assistant for the second time.
If the first photo could be described as heartwarming, touching, walking hand in hand, and seeing true feelings in a crisis.
The second one was the best example of Qin Guan's funny character.
"Oh, I'm dying of laughter. I just want to know who the bald man under Qin Guan's armpit is."
"My dear agent, she must be Qin Guan's agent. She is in many photos of Qin Guan. How is your stomach? Are you still alive after being carried on the shoulders of your own artist? "
The netizens were drowning in laughter.
Below these comments, a lone figure appeared weakly.
Qin Guan Customer Service 001: The bald man under Qin Guan's arm is Yin Changtao. He is the first new designer to be invited to the Milan Fashion Week.
Aiyo, when did the official Weibo account open up this service? The crowd of fans condescendingly surrounded this IP called customer service IP number.
"Hey, can you tell us about Qin Guan's next schedule?"
"Is his underwear black or white? Tell me! You must be an imposter if you don't tell us! "
Qin Guan Customer Service 001: I'm leaving. See you tomorrow...
Sitting behind the computer, Rongzhi touched his chin happily as he read the comments section. Sister Xue's idea of livening up the atmosphere is probably what she's talking about.
It was easy to liven up the atmosphere on the Internet, but in the Milan Fashion Week, where fashion was rampant and there were as many designers as dogs, it was difficult to liven up one's new show in the same fashion week.
At different times on the same day, new designers from eight different countries would be released one after another. These new designers would have to rely on their own ability to attract the audience and the media.
Every single one of them was a stranger to the critics of the Milan Fashion Week.
Young designers with experience and old design concepts had stumbled along the way. They had not been tested by the market yet.
It was hard to predict whether they would soar to the sky or fall from the clouds on the highest stage of the world.
Therefore, the media and people in the fashion circle were smart enough to keep silent.
Only those large clothing companies and agents from various countries expressed great interest.
That was why the new show, which focused on commercial value, opened its curtain-raiser in a completely different way from the traditional brands.
Yin Changtao's Andrew Gn brand began its journey to the Milan Fashion Week under such circumstances.
The staff inside and outside the venue were busy. The assistants and props sent by the government were all very experienced.
This made Yin Changtao, who was pacing back and forth nervously in the backstage, calm down a little.
As the representative of the Chinese designers, there was a one-way glass in the long corridor leading from the backstage to the front desk, which could clearly observe the reactions of the audience at the front desk.
By then, Qin Guan had changed into his costume and was standing next to Yin Changtao. They were chatting casually about the audience, who were sitting in the front row.
"The media from all over the world are in the C-1 area. They are sitting behind the audience, so they can stand up without affecting the effect of the T stage."
"The top ten fashion magazines in the world, as well as the local Italian print media, are the majority of them."
"A few large fashion websites are also there."
Yin Changtao, who had been a little nervous, calmed down when he heard Qin Guan's cold voice next to him.
"Areas A-1 and B-1 are occupied by large clothing groups and brand agents."
"These two have different purposes. The former is your future competitor and can be used as a reference. When you want to create a fast-paced fashion store, their style is what you should imitate."
"And the latter is your bread and butter. Whether or not your Andrew Gn can be accepted by the top fashion industry depends on whether or not they give you face."
Qin Guan was speechless when he saw a familiar figure walk in from the front stage.
Why did this brother also come to watch the show? He was simply playing the lute to a cow.
Ye Dong was sitting in the B-1 area calmly. He didn't look like someone who was ready to evaluate the value of the designer and his products. The other members of the B-1 area were waiting for him.
As soon as he sat down, Ye Dong started to get familiar with the crowd.
They greeted him warmly, chatted casually, and flattered him just right. In less than five minutes, the people around him were shaking hands with him as if they were old friends.
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