Chapter 690
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Qin Guan, who was leaning against the sofa, almost fell to the ground as the rhythm of an American drum band came out of the TV.
The edited advertisement about community service made him wish he hadn't accepted the job in the first place.
Thump, thump, thump. A series of rhythmic drumbeats fell, and what was shown on the TV was a dirty and messy scene, as if a typhoon had passed through.
The serious voice in the background, like that of a newscaster, read out a heart-wrenching narration under these constantly changing cameras.
"If we didn't have these community service workers around us..."
"If we didn't have a sense of community service..."
"If you wanted to avoid punishment, you would have to pay a fine for your labor..."
'Then, the scene in the camera will be the situation of your future life, that is the most miserable America!'
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei felt embarrassed, but they had completely different reactions when they saw the next scene.
"But you can be like him when you think you are knowledgeable enough..."
The scene in the primary school library moved forward slowly. Qin Guan was smiling brightly at the TV screen with his big white teeth.
But for some reason, because the face captured in this lens was too big, it had a little more simple and honest feeling.
Unfortunately, the TV didn't stop because of Qin Guan's protest. "You can choose to be a teacher."
'When the cleaning of the park is over, you will feel that even the air is fresher.'
The beads of sweat on Qin Guan's forehead glowed brighter.
It was the same face that turned its head and smiled bigger and bigger, but it happened to appear at the end of every story. It perfectly enhanced the impression of the audience sitting in front of the TV.
Cong Nianwei fell down on the sofa laughing when Qin Guan's big face appeared for the second time.
Unfortunately, the short commercials were longer than a Colombian family ethics drama, which had more than 120 episodes.
When Qin Guan finished his perfect packaging and showed his big white teeth for the last time, the kind-hearted producer spared him.
That was how the entire advertisement went.
"How do you do community work?" Mr. Qin Guan's big white teeth!
Mr. Qin Guan's big white teeth, "Community Worker"!
It was simple and smooth, without any technical content.
As members of the advertising post-production team, they felt that it was a pity.
If it weren't for the limited time, they would have edited at least five shots of Qin Guan's white teeth.
Fortunately, it was only three times, so Cong Nianwei and Qin Guan didn't fall into a state of self-doubt.
The people in New York, who were the most directly affected, immediately saw this very friendly public service announcement.
Qu Xuemei, who was also taking pleasure in Qin Guan's misfortune, posted the video on the official website. Thousands of Qin Guan's fans witnessed their idol's unconventional performance style.
He turned on his computer in a panic, expecting to be bombarded with negative comments and landmines. However, he was stunned by the flowers and applause in the public discussion section of his blog.
"Can I say that he is indeed the Best Actor? First-class acting skills are so realistic! "
"According to my analysis, he chose no less than three ways to perform in the advertisement."
That was a reasonable analysis. I had no idea about it.
"Qin Guan has perfectly satisfied the fans' demand for good-looking idols."
"I wonder if kissing the TV screen will give me an electric shock. I'll give it a try!"
"A close-up shot of his face! I took a picture with the TV!"
Those fans didn't care about details. They only cared about how big his face was.
As for those friends who were already paying attention to each other, they mischievously lined up in a row.
Qin Guan let out a long breath when he read Armani's reply.
"Okay."
It was concise and comprehensive, without the scolding he had expected.
Qin Guan was afraid that the standard of the advertisement would lower the standards of the designers in the fashion circle.
Fortunately, the representatives of all the brands gave him a thumbs up or made some small talk. If they had criticized him, the next day, the fashion magazines would have criticized him for his incompetence.
Actually, Qin Guan was overthinking. If he had endorsed such a stylish product, he would have been bombarded and terminated by all the major brands the next day.
It was a public service advertisement organized by the local government though. Anything related to the government or public welfare would attract the attention of the fashion circle.
The power of the supporters of big consortiums was not to be underestimated. Public welfare was a sensitive topic that they didn't want to touch.
That was why he was getting good reviews on the Internet. He was speechless in front of his computer.
Now, he could only vent his pent-up anger on the tyrant of the family.
Cong Nianwei screamed and closed the door of the bedroom, blocking the view in the room.
Only the trophy of Little Bear, who was supposed to be the next protagonist, was left alone on the coffee table, being stared at by the other trophies on the cabinet with malicious intentions.
It was a relaxing moment for Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei. The next week, Qin Guan saw the head of the Academic Affairs Office greeting him with a smile.
The New York City Government had decided to award the Community Innovation Medal to Qin Guan as a free gift for the public service advertisement. Thanks to the donations the City Hall had received from all walks of life, including community construction and social work, the city government had decided to award Qin Guan the Community Innovation Medal.
The medal was an independent award of the New York Police Department, which was used to reward good citizens like Qin Guan.
After communicating with Columbia University, they had decided to hold the anniversary celebration of Columbia University and the award ceremony at the same time.
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