Chapter 688
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No matter which one it was, he chose the first photo of Grandpa Lin Lun. Only with such a cool photo could he show the supreme glory of a European Best Actor.
Whether it was another success or a regrettable failure, these were all eye-catching news.
When he returned to China, he saw the magazine and noticed the title on the cover. It was very powerful.
"The Best Actor Again!"
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Looking at the familiar face and the shameless title, Qin Guan felt a little shy. Thanks to his strong mentality, he was able to adapt to the shock of the magazine.
The owner of the newsstand had already gone into his booth to take stock. Qin Guan, in his grey windbreaker, was standing outside the booth, opening the inside page of his weekly magazine leisurely.
"Qin Guan, a European Best Actor from China, started his rise in the United States."
He was bragging about his own country. If he hadn't shot those films in the United States, the magazine wouldn't have devoted two pages to him, a Chinese man.
'His acting has the delicacy that is unique to Asians. He can control his eyes and expressions freely. What has influenced him more is the extroverted body language that belongs to Westerners.'
'That kind of strong control of his movements, and his performance in front of the camera, make him full of unique charm that is different from others.'
'This may also be the reason for his eventual success. If he hadn't come to the United States, then his acting style wouldn't have had the original breakthrough. Our editor wanted to have a comprehensive understanding of this Chinese Best Actor, so he was very curious to read about the image he had played in China.'
"Forgive me for laughing all afternoon, because Best Actor Qin's acting skills at that time couldn't be considered bad, but of course, they couldn't be considered good either."
"Maybe I don't know much about Chinese TV series. The subtitles were hard to read. In short, they were all supporting characters who died instantly."
"If you are interested, you can ask your Chinese friends. Maybe you can get a copy of Qin Guan."
The commentator must have done thorough research on himself, but his retranslation of Chinese TV dramas was a little too bad.
For example, the bad film "The Girl in the Red Chamber" was translated as "The Maid Who Serves Her Master in a Luxurious Garden" by the reporter.
As for 'The Smiling, Proud Wanderer', according to his understanding, was translated as' The story of a man who became famous after being abandoned by his first love and with the help of his wife. '
Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh. He was thankful that the reporter hadn't translated the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils. It would have been hard for the reporter to understand why there were so many main characters in the series. He was smart enough to give up on the translation, since Qin Guan only had a minor role in it.
Qin Guan's chuckle finally caught the attention of the owner of the newsstand, who was tidying up the shelves.
When he turned around, he was stunned on the spot.
The man on the cover of the latest issue of Time Magazine, which he had sold countless copies of, was standing in front of his red newsstand with a book that belonged to him.
The golden sunlight shone on the now empty pedestrian street. She didn't know whether the person on the cover was tougher or the man in front of her was more handsome.
For no reason at all, it was like a silent scene, causing the surrounding people to not have the heart to disturb them.
It wasn't until then that the owner of the newsstand realized why his magazine was selling so well.
Back then, he had treated the comments of the students who bought the magazine as a joke, but now, they had become the most realistic reactions.
It turned out that this Asian star really studied at Columbia University. Didn't you see the Columbia Lion logo on the Asian boy's bag?
It turned out that those screaming boys and girls were not just talking big.
Excited, he looked at the J Clothing brochure in his newsstand. It was a piece of paper he had pasted on the wall and hung as a poster.
After seeing Qin Guan in person, he realized that Qin Guan was his idol from the bottom of his heart.
As a fan, the owner of the newsstand tried to communicate with his idol in his own way.
For someone who wasn't good with words, he naturally couldn't say anything touching. However, he had the biggest advantage that others didn't have, and that was his control over his small territory of a few square meters.
He opened the magazines silently and folded the newspapers one by one. Every article about Qin Guan was displayed in front of him.
"New York Times"
"Los Angeles Times"
"New York Post"
"New Fashion"
"Entertainment Weekly"
Thanks to Qin Guan's timeliness and the preparation of new films and albums, Qin Guan's news was always at the top of the entertainment section of all the major newspapers and magazines.
Qin Guan stopped watching the video.
He thought it was the same as when he chased away free comics when he was a child. He had already taken out his wallet and was about to leave, but when he saw the shiny, ingratiating gaze of the black kid sitting opposite him, and the rows of magazines and newspapers neatly arranged in front of him, he stopped his action of paying the bill.
He realized that he had misunderstood the kind-hearted young man. The young man pointed at the articles eagerly and finally said what he wanted to say the most.
"Look! They are all praises for you! I didn't choose the bad ones! "
What a considerate service! They had met by chance on this street corner.
Qin Guan smiled encouragingly at the young man and looked down at the latest article about him.
This time, it was no longer a piece of news, nor was it a pitiful piece of tofu. Instead, there was a picture of him, which was the size of a cigarette case, and the whole news took up half of the page.
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