Chapter 636
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In the end, the leader of the Administrative Bureau said something fair.
"If you had the same influence as this male celebrity, then the one standing in the middle right now wouldn't be him, but you!"
The grumbling fatty looked at his sagging abs and wiped his snot helplessly.
If I were as handsome as him, why would I still be on duty in the park?
Come back to reality, buddy. Qin Guan's work had come to an end. The fat boy was about to gloat over Qin Guan's misfortune when he noticed that the handsome guy was doing something else.
Qin Guan handed the trash and tools to his assistant. Qu looked at him worriedly and waved at the crowd again.
"Thank you, everyone, for supporting my work. So many people like my job of shoveling garbage!"
"Ha ha ha!"
The kind smile expressed the people's love for the young man in the middle.
"I've finished my job here. I'm going to the next one soon."
"There's an important job waiting for me there. Of course, it's still related to the community."
"This time, I'm not a garbage collector. I'll be a charity worker for the world's hungry children."
"I'll be playing the role of a charity salesman. If everyone here is passionate about charity and has free time, you're welcome to join us."
"It's easy to find the location of the charity sale. It's opposite the Hilton Art Fair. There's a J Clothing store on the left side of the fair."
"I hope that those who have money will support the show, and those who don't will support the show. The more volunteers, the better!"
Then he clapped his hands at the sky. "For the world's hungry children!"
Clap, clap, clap!
Do you think you're a performer on a bridge?
As soon as Qin Guan heard that it was a charity sale and donation, the crowd around him left in an instant.
All that was left was a small breeze caused by the crowd leaving the park. A few pieces of dried leaves swirled around the feet of a group of workers.
"Ha!" The park ranger felt a little sorry for the actor. Look at his appeal. Talking to New Yorkers about money and getting money out of the hands of people who basically depended on loans was just a dream.
Only the toy poodle, which had been forgotten by the people walking the dog, was left in the spacious area. It barked twice at the crowd to show its protest.
Qin Guan touched his nose awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"It's not a big failure. I have a loyal supporter, even though it's a toy poodle."
Before Qin Guan could finish his words, a hand reached out from a corner and grabbed the dog's reins.
"I'm sorry for the trouble. I forgot to take it with me. There are too many dogs. I'll take it with me now."
The dog walker with the eight dogs twitched his face at the crowd and hurriedly dragged the forgotten puppy away from the crime scene.
...
The atmosphere turned even colder. Everyone looked at Qin Guan sympathetically. This young man doesn't understand New Yorkers at all.
Qin Guan, who was thick-skinned, looked at the itinerary in Qu's hands as if nothing had happened.
"Where's the next stop?"
Didn't you just say it was the Hilton Art Fair?
It was a simple and rude way to cover up the awkwardness, but they just laughed it off as the car moved on to the next destination.
After all, there was a lot of work ahead. There were housewives in charge of the charity sale, as well as community workers in charge of charity sales and fundraising activities.
Sure enough, when they arrived at the destination, they saw such a lively scene when they got out of the work car.
Guo Nuoyan had cleaned up the garden nearby. It was the venue for the charity sale provided by the J Clothing Company of China.
It was a standard fund-raiser with a touch of dreamy color.
Some of the fences in the garden had been removed to enlarge the entrance.
There were balloons provided by J Clothing at the arches of both doors. Of course, Guo Nuoyan had printed J Clothing's logo on all the balloons out of selfishness.
The staff of the charity sale were all wearing green uniforms. J Clothing had provided the clothes for the event.
As a supporter of the charity event, Guo was actually Qin Guan's sponsor. He was looking at his masterpiece proudly with his hands behind his back.
There were round tables covered with white tablecloths in the garden. Desserts and biscuits were placed neatly on them.
On the innermost two long tables were the tasting products of the charity sale. This way, the casual customers who came in by chance could decide what they wanted to buy.
On the other side were practical appliances, tools and clothes. Some of them had been donated on the spot, while others had been auctioned off.
Of course, there was a small platform at the side of the auction house for the host of the auction. During the break of the auction, the invited jazz band would perform for everyone in the garden.
The whole arrangement was in good order. After all, it was an old man who had served in the community for a long time. Guo Nuoyan cooperated with him dutifully.
Qin Guan's car stopped by the roadside, attracting the attention of the onlookers.
Guo Nuoyan was the most excited one. He ran up to Qin Guan's car and gave him a big hug.
Qin Guan was confused. Guo Nuoyan tidied up his new suit and asked in a low voice, "How was it? Did you get me? How was my performance? "
Qin Guan glanced at the camera behind him and realized that Guo Nuoyan was trying to take advantage of every opportunity to make his presence known.
Unfortunately, it was not his job to edit the film. He just wanted to remind his fellow countryman.
"I just cleaned the garbage in the park..."
"@ # ¥%!"
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