Chapter 695
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Qin Guan knew that the calm middle-aged man was concerned about him, but he didn't know that the story between him and the 46 squirrels was the real story. Maybe it would become an advertisement for disabled people.
Qin Guan smiled at the thought. I'd better convince the man with my own body.
Qin Guan stood up from the sofa in the reception room and put his weight on the table.
With a kick of his legs and a push of his waist, he stood up gracefully and effortlessly.
The middle-aged man stared at him in shock. Qin Guan did a perfect backflip with his hands and bent his knees. Then he squatted on the table and faced the man face to face.
Qin Guan spread his legs and stretched out his right hand to the man. "That's it?"
"That's it," the man answered in a trembling voice.
"It's a pleasure to work with you. Let's get started!"
You've shown me your ability. If I don't get started soon, I'll be stupid.
The advertiser led Qin Guan to a professional fitting room in high spirits.
An advertising agency had provided him with the clothes specifically for the design.
Qin Guan was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants to reflect the lifestyle of an ordinary person.
His shoes were OLLO training shoes, which had been specially developed for parkour.
The shoes were very light, weighing only about 200 grams. The toe was designed so that the toes could move freely. The shoes wouldn't hinder the movement of the feet.
What was even more amazing was that the soles of the shoes seemed to be non-existent, allowing the wearer to run on the ground without making a sound. It was like the meat pad of a feline, and it could even resist the impact of falling.
He loved the shoes so much that he couldn't bear to part with them. As a rich company, Nestlé wouldn't be stingy with the shoes after the shoot.
Qin Guan followed the shooting team to the final scene of the shoot.
This was the most ordinary apartment building in the real world. Beside it were some double-storey villas arranged in descending order on the hillside.
Qin Guan had to use all the obstacles he could find to lower his height, starting from the balcony. Finally, he could jump to the ground safely.
The coach standing in front of him, David Bell, was a parkour expert hired by the company from France. He was the founder of the sport and a well-trained French soldier.
He had strong muscles and a permanent disdain for weak gigolos.
He was explaining to Qin Guan how to run through the obstacles in a helpless and resigned tone.
In his opinion, this sport was meant to help people survive earthquakes, fires, and other natural disasters. How did it become a cool sport in the hands of the Americans?
Not to mention the Asian gigolo opposite him, he could crush two of them at once with his hands.
The result of his underestimation was naturally a bit of carelessness and annoyance. In his opinion, the probability of teaching this pretty boy how to shoot a commercial was basically zero.
The final result was nothing more than finding an expert with a similar body size to be a stunt double. Then, when the gigolo was eating chocolate, they would shoot a group of idiotic smiles. That would be the perfect performance of the advertisement.
That was how Qin Guan saw David Bell on the fourth floor.
Like a monkey, he moved between the floors with a whooshing sound. He rolled on the ground, somersaulted in the air, and moved quickly through the narrow alleys.
Not to mention a newbie who had never played parkour, even a veteran who was unfamiliar with the terrain would not be able to master it in one go.
However, Qin Guan had his own cheating device, so he had memorized David's movements and analyzed the distribution of the floors perfectly.
Qin Guan knew where the wires were, where the guardrails were protruding and where the route was more beautiful.
When David landed on the asphalt road, Qin Guan was still looking up.
Just like that, he analyzed a perfect jump structure and route.
David Bell and the other staff were shocked by Qin Guan's performance.
The director of the commercial knew what was important. The main character was Qin Guan, not David Bell.
He walked up to Qin Guan and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him. "You are the founder of the project, aren't you? I believe in your potential. We have already found a stunt double. Don't worry. "
What a considerate arrangement! Qin Guan's mysterious, seductive smile greeted him.
"It's okay. I think I can give it a try."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
What? Don't be impulsive, boy!
Qin Guan's voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for all the crew members and the coach to hear.
"Pfft!"
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When she sat down, she shouted at the director and the director, who were staring at her blankly, "Why are you looking at me? He's going up! Are you going to shoot or not? "
What? What?
The director and the crew members turned around and saw Qin Guan disappear into the corridor. In less than a minute, he had already reached the balcony of the fourth floor.
The male lead that they wanted to support was now waving at them from the balcony with a bright face.
"Camera, camera! Panoramic view! Aerial camera, camera!"
The director was in a cold sweat when he saw the director talking to the prop team. "Safety measures are in place? That's fine, that's fine! "
Before the coach could close his mouth in shock, Qin Guan began to move on the fourth floor.
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